Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"..."

Yan Heng frowned suspiciously, but he reached out and took it.

"What is this."

"You know it after reading it."

Xiang Xing did not say clearly, only smiled and winked at him softly.

After that, he turned around again and jumped back into the tent.

The man held the scroll and was silent for a while.

He also turned over and went down to the stone, returned to his big tent, lit the lamp, and took a look.

Rows of densely packed, but neat and graceful small prints greet the eyes.

The brush strokes are smart, as cute as the owner of this handwriting.

The man couldn't help but curled the corners of his lips lightly, and continued to study carefully.

As he could read, he gradually widened his eyes like thick ink, and his hands holding the scroll clenched unconsciously.

The detailed list above is nothing but the various traps that will be encountered during the next journey to support the army.

These traps are well-conceived, and a little carelessness can lead to heavy losses.

Looking at it, Yan Heng paused, and couldn't help but sneer a few times.

This Moon Country is quite interesting.

After remembering those traps and tricks to the bottom of his heart, the man moved his eyes and came to the end of the scroll.

The pupil shrank suddenly.

After a while, he silently put down the scroll.

He glanced slightly at the gorgeous little tent outside the window.

After a pause, suddenly raised his hand, tore the scroll to pieces, then threw it into the copper basin and burned it clean.

My heart is awe-inspiring.

If these are true, then he really should step up.

...

the next day.

Before Xiang Xing woke up from his dream, he vaguely heard the loud and lively shouts outside.

"Well……"

The little guy sniffed his little nose, sat up with a head of anger, rubbed his sleepy eyes indiscriminately.

[What time is it, it's so noisy outside...]

She asked the duck inwardly.

[Ga~~]

Duck and Duck seemed to woke up too, yawned quackly, pinched his wings and counted. ]

Isn't it all at five watch days on weekdays?

[How would I know……]

Xiang Xing dozed off and crawled out of the bed in a daze.

After thinking for a while, she couldn't help unbuttoning the curtain, poking out her small head, and looking out.

Sure enough, I saw a group of soldiers packing up their tents and preparing to set off.

……so early.

The little guy scratched the back of his head in confusion.

He also wakes up quickly, ready to keep up with everyone's pace of tidying up.

However, as soon as she turned around, in the corner of her eyes, she suddenly walked into a familiar figure.

The steady pace, accompanied by the crisp sound of armor crashing, slowly approached her.

"You can sleep well."

Yan Heng chuckled lightly, and directly took the stunned Xiang Xing out and placed it on the side of the tent.

Afterwards, without saying anything, he got in by himself and cleaned up for her very quickly.

Seeing the little guy was hooded.

After a pause, Ruan Dangzi's cheeks suddenly became pink.

Why, he has developed to take the initiative to make her bed...

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing felt a little shy.

Hastily opened the curtain: "I can collect it myself..."

She was surprised to find that the man inside had already packed all her belongings.

"When you collect it by yourself, the team has already gone out for several miles."

Yan Heng lifted his eyes helplessly, and stuffed the burden into Xiang Xing's arms.