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Chapter 389 Blood Front Court Lord

Originally, Blood Flower Burial respected and loved her father, Lord Xuefeng, because she always felt that she was the most favored one. But after she understood many things, she turned into fear and even fear... What a

Of course, the father who dotes on her should keep his daughter by his side until she gets married! But what did the Lord of the Blood Front do? He left the Phantom Army Mansion with everything arranged for her!

It seems that this is arranging the future for his daughter, but on the other hand, aren't the people in this military mansion actually all members of the Lord of the Blood Blade? If he needs to, he can bypass the Blood Flower Burial to give orders at any time?

Ever since the Phantom Army lost a super battleship, it has been a bit conservative. This is not because Blood Flower Burial wants to preserve its strength, but because her men want to preserve their strength, but she has gradually lost control! If it weren't for Xue Luo

, Xue Yanling and Rong Xiang came out of nowhere to conquer all different voices with their personal charm and outstanding ability, but we still don’t know what kind of trouble the people under her will cause.

And what the Lord of the Blood Front Court said to the Blood Flower Burial is also very interesting: I haven’t sent a message for a long time... This is actually because the Blood Flower Burial has been sending back some information about the Iron Curtain Battle Court in accordance with the wishes of the Lord of the Blood Front Court.

, and in the past six months, I have stopped doing this kind of thing after I woke up!

"Why do you have such an expression? Don't you miss me as your father?" The Master of the Xuefeng Court seemed to be surprised by the expression of the Blood Flower Burial. Then he took a deep look at the Blood Flower Burial with resistance in his eyes and seemed to understand.

Then his tone changed and he seemed a little sad: "When my daughter grows up, will she no longer want her father? Later I will go to your mother to cry and tell her how much her daughter has gone too far."

Blood Flower Burial's face suddenly changed, and then he said with a pale smile: "No, I'm just a little too excited."

Blood Flower Burial seemed to be walking towards the side of the Xuefeng Court Master normally, and it didn't seem to be affected at all, but Rong Xiang could see a lot from the slightly swaying back of the other man's figure that gave birth to primitive instincts.

Helpless and depressed... Unfortunately, this is still the other party's housework, and Rong Xiang really can't interrupt at this time.

"This is my good daughter, please don't make daddy wait for so long next time, okay?" Lord Xuefeng said in a gentle tone, stroking Xuehua Burial's long hair... as if he was truly a loving father.

It was only then that Rong Xiang understood why the leader of the Xuefeng Court immediately attacked the Blood Flower Burial, because when the Blood Flower Burial had to walk to the opposite side, he was the only one left beside Xue Luo!

It was already very thin, but now it looks a little pitiful!

Xueluo also felt that something was wrong. But she would not analyze the current situation clearly like her sister and Rong Xiang. She just instinctively felt the changes in momentum between the two sides. She looked at Rong Xiang who was standing behind her.

I felt even more awkward, and then I didn't care what the leader of the Xuefeng Court over there was doing. He just said to the butler arranged by the royal court next to him to serve this 'dining table meeting': "Please arrange another seat next to me, you can't let me

Your brother-in-law is standing and listening to our conversation, right?"

The butler glanced at Rong Xiang and the phoenix wings emblem on Rong Xiang's Avalon Zangfeng's shoulders, and said with a frightened expression: "I was negligent. Please arrange a seat for the Grand Duke immediately."

The face of Lord Xuefeng suddenly changed, and a think-tank-like person behind him knew that he needed to stand up at this time, so he took a step forward and asked the butler respectfully but without losing his self-respect: "Excuse me.

Mr. Steward, how did that young man become qualified to be on an equal footing with our Lord of the Blood Front Court, the hereditary Duke of the Le Blood Court?"

The butler first directed the envoy to arrange seats for Rong Xiang, and even personally guided Rong Xiang to sit down. Then he turned around and said in a calm tone but with a hint of pride: "His Excellency the Grand Duke sneaked into the hinterland of the Spirit Hunter Army alone and found...

"Hunting" was severely damaged! According to the imperial decree, he is the Duke recognized by the four royal courts. His Majesty the Blood Shang King was impressed by the merits and contributions of His Excellency the Grand Duke, and specially gave him the title of the supreme Duke among the Blood Royal Courts.

Duke's title!"

Everyone can feel the steward's arrogance, but the one who is respectful and humble towards Rong Xiang and Xue Luo but naturally shows arrogance towards the Blood Front Battle Court... The meaning is actually very clear: the steward or the royal court represented by the steward

People particularly look down on these warriors who only care about their own interests and do not rush to the battlefield in time, but they have great respect for those who have fought alongside them from the beginning.

The leader of the Xuefeng Court felt that things seemed to be a little out of control. Originally, he was standing on the other side with a large number of people and overwhelming pressure. This was his usual negotiation style. But when Rong Xiang also sat down, suddenly

The style of the painting changed... The two people opposite were sitting casually, but there were hundreds of people on their side, fully armed... Instead, they looked like weak challengers.

From this, he had to take a careful look at Xue Luo, a little girl who was less than one-third of his age. This unique aura created by him caught him off guard. As for Rong Xiang's status as a grand duke, he did not take it to heart.

Because for him, a utilitarian pragmatist, titles and everything are fictitious, and only the strength that is truly in his hands is real. In his opinion, anything can happen on the battlefield, and there is a lucky

It's really normal for a son to appear. And just like military merit recipients look down upon these hereditary nobles, hereditary nobles also look down upon military merit recipients, always thinking they are just upstarts.

However, the two sides did not say anything more at this time, because this was the time to serve the dishes. The butler of the royal court slowly directed a group of attendants to place the dishes on the dining table. These well-trained waiters hardly made a sound.

This is so as not to disturb the big bosses’ thinking.

In fact, the period during which the food is served is also the last quiet time for both parties to think in the "table meeting". Once both parties start eating, it means that the meeting has begun and there will be no time for thinking.

Rong Xiang found this form of negotiation quite interesting. After all, in the Earth Age, although there was a habit of discussing things at dinner parties, the real emphasis of a well-ordered family is to 'eat without speaking'. He didn't expect that here we would simply discuss things at dinner parties.

The habits of things have been completely institutionalized...it can only be said that times have indeed changed.

He was just thinking, what should he eat for this kind of dinner? Or should he eat synthetic food that has no texture or taste? Then he would rather not eat it... His train of thought went to a strange place again.


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