Chapter 4864: Shengguang Jiahao (1/2)

Chapter 4864: Shengguang Jiahao

“Chu Feng, you succeeded?” Long Xiaoxiao asked excitedly, though she already knew the answer to the question

Chu Feng nodded in response before saying, “Xiaoxiao, Shengguang Xuanye wanted you to ht Clan to hu with hi to be hu Xuanye and the entire Holy Light Clan!”

“Alright, let’s stir a pande Xiaoxiao exclai Xiaoxiao’s mother also revealed a rare s Xiaoxiao were going to do soerous, but after all of the injustices they had suffered, nothing could placate their anger anyht Clan

So, she chose to give the suddenly stared into the distance

“Chu Feng, what are you looking at?”

Long Xiaoxiao walked over to Chu Feng’s side, knowing that soht his eye However, she wasn’t able to see anything at all

“I see your future husband,” Chu Feng replied

“You’re referring to Shengguang Jiahao? The Holy Light Clan is here?”

Long Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but frown out of nervousness Despite her high o, she still felt an innate fear toward the Holy Light Clan It looked like the latter had left a deep trau concealed Long Xiaoxiao and her roup froht Clan dressed differently fro auspicious red robes No doubt, they were indeed the group ere here to fetch Long Xiaoxiao

It was just that the group was different fro Xiaoxiao and her ht Clan! They are clearly trying to humiliate our Xiaoxiao!”

Even so Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but cuss upon seeing the group dispatched by the Holy Light Clan

Despite being the overseers of the Holy Light Clan, they only sent thirty or so people over to the Dragon Clan to fetch Long Xiaoxiao Onewould have usually been welcomed by an are!

This showed just how ht Clan belittled her

On top of that, there were no carriages or war chariots at all, just a mere simple sedan

It was truly unsee was the person standing at the forefront of the group There, ared horse had a dashi+ng appearance that ironically only served to contrast against the ly

It was a fatty with a nose shaped like an onion His eyes were slanted, and saliva was dripping out of his h like sandpaper, and there were bumps all over it

Even a fly wouldn’t want to land on his face out of fear of scraping its legs

He couldn’t evenanother servant to hold him up