Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

But...

If she went to Yan Heng directly, he would laugh at himself and think about messy things.

Thinking of this, Xiang Xing couldn't help grabbing the crested cane and tapping his little head irritably.

The soldiers passing by looked weird.

"Is Xiao Guoshi... practicing the latest astrology?"

"Who is banging their heads when they practice spells! ... Maybe they are practicing iron head skills!"

"What is she doing with iron head skills?"

"You forgot. A few days ago, didn't the little national teacher still clamor to ask our general to teach her martial arts? The general didn't say that she was not able to learn the basic skills at home."

"But Iron Head Skill is not a basic skill..."

Boys, you and I talked endlessly, and walked in front of Xiang Xing.

As everyone knows, the words of a few people made her inspiration soar, and her soft eyes could not help but sparkle.

Yes indeed!

...

"...You want to learn archery?"

Looking at the little guy who was standing in front of him holding a pair of sophisticated bows and arrows with a serious face, Yan Heng couldn't help frowning in surprise, a strange color in his eyes.

"Yes!"

Xiang Xing smiled, raised the bow that flickered from Wang Hai in his hand, and stood up almost as high as her whole body, with soft eyes flashing.

Nodded solemnly.

However, there was a touch of discomfort on the man's face.

He sighed and stepped forward to rub the soft little head.

There seemed to be a little displeasure on his face, "Xing'er, you think I can't protect you, so you want to learn martial arts?"

This month, it was not the first time he heard that she was going to practice martial arts.

What kind of martial arts does this girl learn?

Isn't it good for him to spoil, love, and hold it?

The more the man thinks, the more he feels a little stuck in his heart.

"...Xing'er didn't think that way!"

Seeing Yan Heng's unhappy look, Xiang Xing rolled his eyes softly, and quickly threw away the bow in his hand and rushed towards him.

He put his arms around his waist and coaxed softly, "Brother Yan Heng, don't be unhappy, please listen to Xinger's explanation first, OK~"

The sweet, numb, numb voice made the soldiers around them unable to help but look back, coughing lightly, retreating three feet...

The man froze.

After a while, it was finally Panasonic's shoulders.

"Then you explain."

He lightly encircled her, looked down at her faintly, to see what flowers she could say.

The little head in his arms shook slightly, and the apricot eyes shook slightly.

After a while, she pursed her pink lips, as if thinking very hard.

Then he raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, his eyes were erratic, and he faltered: "That...I just want to...Yes, I want to go hunting! I want to roast a pheasant and a wild rabbit to eat..."

Xiang Xing became more guilty as he spoke, and his voice gradually became lower.

Yan Heng couldn't help laughing secretly.

Lies are so crappy.

... However, it seems to be pitiful.

Although she still doesn't know why she wanted to practice martial arts, the man's heart finally softened, and he couldn't bear to refuse her anymore.

"okay,"

He shook his head, and suddenly held Xiang Xing's soft dumpling face with both hands.

Then he leaned down, bowed his head, and kissed her gently.

Scarlet lips twitched, "I will teach you that, eh?"

"……Really!"

The little guy's eyes were bright, his small face seemed to be in full bloom, and he smiled sweetly.