Even among the crowd, Xue Range saw the unique Yu Qingxuan at first sight.
Today, Yu Qingxuan is still dressed in white, matching the beauty of Kaikai Baixue, making her look a bit colder.
Seeing Xue Range looking at her, Yu Qingxun's charming lips couldn't help but twitch into a faint smile, which was regarded as a greeting.
Sensing the strangeness between the two of them, Zhong Liluo's face suddenly darkened, and anger rose in his heart. It felt like he was getting angry. It was as if his things were being coveted.
He hugged Xue Range's waist tightly and glanced at the crowd with wild eyes, invisibly declaring his possession of Xue Range.
Xue Range frowned slightly, but it was difficult to get angry because Qi Liusu was still in Zhong Liluo's hands. After that day, Xu Ran Ge went to the place where Qi Liu Su was imprisoned again. However, Zhong Li Luo seemed to have been there early.
Being prepared, Qi Liusu had already been moved to the place of detention. This made Xue Range very angry.
Sensing a hostile look from the crowd directed at her, Xuerange raised her eyes and saw Xuedai in a red dress.
Suppressing the disgusting feeling in his heart, he raised an imperceptible sneer at the corner of his mouth. Not only did he let Zhong Liluo hold his arms around his waist, but he also moved closer to her more ambiguously. He looked at Xuedai whose face was gradually turning green with provocative eyes.
, Xue Range felt so happy.
"Daddy!"
Xuedai looked at the middle-aged man beside her squeamishly, with sad eyes.
Only then did Xuerange realize that there was a middle-aged man standing next to Xuedai. The man had a strong build, a strong face, and a pair of bright starry eyes. At this moment, the man was looking at him with an eyebrow raised in disbelief.
The snow dye song.
Xue Range recognized that this person was Xu Ao, the father of this body.
"song--"
Just as Xue Range was thinking about it, she saw Xue Dai walking towards her with Xue Ao on her arm.
"Your Majesty."
Xue Ao bowed his head respectfully, his attitude was respectful but not humble.
Zhongliluo raised his hand to show his displeasure, but did not speak.
"My lord, Geerdel will trouble you along the way."
The polite words made Zhongliluo nod impatiently.
[Recommend, collect, poke your little hands, anyone who doesn’t recommend it is not a good kid, Gaga]