Senior Brother, Stop It, You Are A Villain!

Feng Shao’s behavior immediately aroused Xin Ruxiong’s anger.

Xin Ruxiong stood up from the carriage, looked at Feng Shao, and asked coldly, “What do you mean, Your Excellency?”

Feng Shao smiled and said, “Since you already know it in your heart, why do you need me to say more?” ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet

He wants to tear face, right? Then Feng Shao will do it better than anyone else!

Xin Ruxiong looked at the guests present. When he cast his eyes on Lin Fengtian, he paused for a moment and then continued to look.

After a while, Xin Ruxiong withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, “I have already experienced the way of hospitality in Wuling City. Your Excellency is worthy of being favored by Pavilion Master Lin. Seeing it today is really extraordinary.”

Feng Shao smiled slightly, “Your Excellency, please take a seat!”

In the eyes of the two of them, there seemed to be a faint flame bursting out.

At this time, a middle-aged man standing beside Xin Ruxiong snorted coldly, “Holy son, don’t forget what the Holy Lord told you!”