Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

Chu Zhuo, still in her current position, looked up, her curled eyelashes fluttering gently, and said with a hint of pleasure in her voice, "I heard everything, Ying Ming, I love you too."

The emphasis in the tone was clear and pleasing to the ear, and the use of the word "all" was also subtle.

Almost instantly, Ying Ming understood what he meant.

Chu Zhuo said he received everything, both what he said and the silent yet tumultuous beat of his heart.

A surge of emotions welled up within Ying Ming, spreading throughout his body and burning his heart and lungs. His breathing became rapid. He steadied Chu Zhuo's neck with his hands, lowered his head, opened his lips, and kissed Chu Zhuo's lips, licking them gently.

As their lips met, Ying Ming kissed him and asked, "Zhuo Bao, say it again. I haven't heard enough."

The kiss was quite gentle, making one unable to resist immersing oneself in it. Chu Zhuo felt very comfortable being kissed, her whole body floating with warmth. Between kisses, she repeated affectionately, "I said, I love you too, Ying Ming."

Chu Zhuo's tastes are straightforward and passionate.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Ming's kissing became unrestrained, urgent and fierce, as if he wanted to blend him and his soul into the depths of his heart and fill him with the rhythm of love.

Chu Zhuo quickly couldn't take it anymore, her fingers gripping Ying Ming's shoulder tightly, but she didn't push him away.

Even after recovering her cultivation, Chu Zhuo still couldn't withstand Ying Ming's domineering kiss. Her tongue felt numb, her lips were a little swollen, and she was slightly out of breath, her lips glistening with moisture from the passionate kiss.

The lips, which had been kissed forcefully, were swollen and full, slightly pouting as if asking for a kiss, and seemed to bounce back when touched.

Ying Ming's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he extended the tip of his tongue and commented, "So sweet. Zhuo Bao, even your breathing is seducing me."

"..." Chu Zhu bumped her forehead against Ying Ming's shoulder.

The man's eccentric behavior remained unchanged; he had grown accustomed to it by now.

After calming down, Chu Zhuo took Ying Ming's hand, slipped it between each of his fingers, and intertwined them intimately: "Let's go."

Ying Ming lowered his eyes and stared directly at the two people's clasped hands.

His hands were larger than Chu Zhuo's, and by changing his grip, he could completely envelop Chu Zhuo's hands. With their hands intertwined so tightly, an unparalleled sense of satisfaction welled up in his chest.

With a slight smile, Ying Mingjun's handsome face was filled with pleasure.

Chu Zhuo returned to his palace first, and in the distance, he caught a glimpse of several familiar figures standing at the magnificent palace gate.

They were all his friends in the divine realm.

Chu Zhuo's silver eyes lit up, and she shouted loudly, "Dongji, Yaotai, Luoshui, I'm here, I'm back!"

As they spoke, Chu Zhuo secretly sped up and stepped into the hall.

The boy's cheerful voice pierced through the clouds, his joyful emotions sincere and touching.

The three people standing in front of the door all turned around and looked over.

Lord Luoshui rushed forward and hugged Chuzhuo tightly, saying with longing, "Waaah, Chuzhuo, why did you go into seclusion for so long? How is your recovery going?"

Chu Zhuo was almost knocked off her feet by his bump, and replied one sentence at a time: "The deficit was too severe, so it took a while, but I have fully recovered and my cultivation is even more stable than before."

After wailing and complaining, Lord Luoshui released Chuzhuo and found that Lord Yingming was standing next to her.

Ying Ming's face was frighteningly dark, as if he had done something that would incur the wrath of heaven and the hatred of the people.

Lord Luoshui hiccuped in surprise, tugged at Chuzhuo's sleeve, and whispered, "Chuzhuo, why are you hanging out with Lord Yingming as soon as you get back?"

Dongji, standing to the side, understood perfectly.

How to put it? A long time ago, he had vaguely sensed Ying Ming's feelings for Chu Zhuo.

"Ahem," True Monarch Dongji cleared his throat, "Let's go in first, there will probably be more people coming later, and there won't be enough room at the door."

The Fairy of the Jade Terrace nodded in deep agreement.

The First Deity was optimistic, lively, and mischievous, and also very handsome, making him especially popular. His footprints were left all over the divine realm, resulting in him having many friends.

Now, the news of his return will only become known to more and more people.

Saying there wasn't enough room to stand is a bit of an exaggeration, but it was definitely crowded.

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Chi Yan was angrily disciplining his son when a strange change suddenly occurred in the sky.

In his anger, he didn't notice the change in his demeanor and continued whipping the victim with the rattan cane: "You've really grown up, haven't you? If I don't beat you for a day, you'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles, won't you?"

Yanbin, still defiant after being slapped, yelled, "You can't stifle my nature! I'm going to tell Mother!"

"Fine, then make it clear that the glass lamp you accidentally burned while playing with fire was made by your mother a few days ago. So, do you think your mother sides with me or you?" Chi Yan slapped him again, still angry.

Yan Bin immediately lost his temper and stammered, "Ah? Father, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Upon hearing this, Chi Yan flew into a rage, raised his vine high, but then thought better of it and decided to let it go.

Chi Yan tossed the vine aside, saying with exasperation, "How could Bi Lan and I have given birth to such a stupid and clumsy son? I, the mighty God of Fire, can't even control fire properly! What a disgrace!"

Yanbin looked at his father and said, "What should we do, Dad?"

Oh no, his father, being the God of Fire, has a violent temper, and his mother, being the divine beast Vermilion Bird, also has an impatient temper; they're not exactly gentle either.

Who will save his bird's life!

What to do? Chi Yan sneered. Yan Bin rubbed his back and muttered, "Why don't you beat me up again? Beat me hard, until my skin is torn and I bleed a little. That way, Mother will feel sorry for me."

No one knows a son better than his father. The crimson gaze, filled with deathly intensity, exposed his true intentions: "...And then your mother will come and beat me, right?"

Yan Bin chuckled sheepishly, pretending to be simple-minded.

Chi Yan nearly choked on his breath. He turned around, picked up the vine, and noticed the strange phenomenon on the horizon out of the corner of his eye.

Yan Bin followed his gaze and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? What's happening with this celestial phenomenon?"

Crimson Flame's eyes darted around, a thought flashing through his mind, which he quickly grasped. He swung his arm, his large hand landing on his son's head. In an instant, his son transformed back into his bird-like form: "Come on, let's go see an old friend with your father!"

Yan Bin was half-tucked into his father's sleeve, propped up with his bird-like head, and stared outwards: "Chirp chirp?"

Hearing his nonsensical cries, Chi Yan was exasperated and pinched the bird's beak shut: "Where did you learn such a weird way of calling? When you see people later, remember to call them nicer, okay? Remember how the Azure Phoenixes called when you went to the Divine Bird Territory with your mother? Learn that call later."

Yan Bin: "???"

Something's wrong. His father is acting very strangely.

I've never corrected his original name before, so why am I suddenly asking him to learn the name of the Azure Phoenix today?

Among all the divine bird clans, the Azure Phoenix's cry is the most melodious and clear, like a bell. Yan Bin inherited this from his father and mother, so how could he have learned such a pleasant cry?

In addition, he was inherently rebellious...

Yan Bin didn't show it on his face, but in his heart he was thinking that he would definitely vomit and groan later, because his father had taken advantage of his high cultivation level to turn him into a bird without saying a word and then take him away in his sleeve.

This is robbery!

During their flight, the father and son encountered Bilan.

Chi Yan asked, "Ah Lan, you too?"

The couple exchanged a glance, and Bilan nodded, saying, "Mm."

Yan Bin, still tucked into his sleeve: "..."

What are you two playing at? Am I not your beloved son anymore?

As if sensing his puzzled movements, Bilan lowered her head slightly and peeked into Chiyan's sleeve, where she met the eyes of a bird's head.

Yan Bin is a hybrid of the God of Fire and the Vermilion Bird. He is not yet an adult and cannot control his original form to speak human language, so he chatters and complains.

Bilan, also a divine bird, understood what he said.

After a moment, Bilan agreed, "Your father is right. Don't use your raspy voice to call back the soul later."

Yan Bin: "?"