Quick Transmigration: The host is so sweet after being counter-attacked!

Zhu Chu stood up first, then stretched out his hand, and pulled the little boy up too.

The son of luck is related to the movement of the world, and they can't go wrong anyway, and the rest can be discussed later. The most urgent thing is that Zhu Chu needs to send this little boy back first.

The little boy's home is in another city not far away, and it takes some walking for ordinary people, but it won't take much time for Zhu Chu and the others to go there.

Xuan Heng took the initiative to take out his sword, and it will not be a problem to carry three people after it becomes bigger.

This is his natal sword, with a snow-white blade and a slightly red tip, but the aura it exudes is very gentle, and the radiance is quite beautiful. There are some patterns of flowers and plants wrapped around the hilt, adding a bit of vitality.

The young boy has not been exposed to cultivating immortals yet, and he is a serious mortal. After seeing the enlarged sword, he was a little surprised, and he jumped up happily.

The younger generations of the Yun family are all playing here, so as long as they go and come back quickly, they should be able to come back before dark, so it's not a big problem.

After using the blindfold method, Xuan Heng drove his natal sword into the sky, and the sound of the wind blew past his ears.

The young boy is very smart, he understands that the big brother who wields the sword doesn't seem to like him very much, so he stands behind very tactfully, and enjoys watching the scenery very happily.

Fly in the sky!He hasn't experienced it yet.

Zhu Chu didn't take the initiative to ask the young boy's name, nor did he tell the young boy their names.

They are just passers-by with each other, and their lives will never overlap again from now on, so there is no need for more in-depth understanding.

After the sword body became larger, the upper part was still quite spacious, and the sword intent blocked part of the wind blowing, leaving only a few thin strands blowing slowly, which made people feel very comfortable.

The atmosphere was so outrageous that it was hard for Zhu Chu not to notice it.

But if you are jealous, don't eat like this, the other party is just a child.

"Master Xianzun, I would like to ask, how old are you this year?"

When Zhu Chu spoke, he specially added a sound-proof spell to ensure that the young boys behind him would not hear them.

Her body slightly tilted towards Xuan Heng, almost leaning against his body, but there was always a little distance, and there was a trace of restraint in the intimacy.

Xuan Heng understood that he was being teased by the girl, he pursed his lips, and did not answer in a muffled voice.

In fact, there are many reasons, but he can't say it.

As if in memory, someone also knelt down, stroked his head lightly, then handed over a white and soft hand, and pulled him up with a smile.

When the same thing is done to others, Xuan Heng will inevitably feel a little uncomfortable, feeling that he is not the only one.

In fact, probably not.

Messy thoughts almost overwhelmed the cold and ruthless Dao Xin, the heart was beating violently in a panic, and the hands hidden under the white sleeves were silently clenched.

Just when the fairy seal between his brows was about to appear, a soft kiss from the girl was imprinted on his side cheek, accompanied by her sweet voice.

"Little Xuanheng, don't be unhappy, huh? I will always be yours, and no one else can take it away."

Zhu Chu knows the pieces best. These seemingly aloof or desolate pieces, what they lack the most is a sense of security, and she has to give it enough.

She pursed her lips slightly.

The main god, Shang Li, is really a cutie.