Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Regarding births, both Qingluan and Phoenix are the kings of birds, regardless of high or low.

What else is she doing with her own tail feathers?

Do you write with a quill pen?

And hearing the man's soul torture, Qing Luan really looked dazed.

In the pale blue eyes, there was a bit of painful struggle.

Seeing Xiang Xing and Gong Xuanyue in surprise, they couldn't help but glance at each other.

There is definitely a story here.

The two thought about each other, and seemed to think of something at the same time, and couldn't help but look at each other again.

As they exchanged their eyes, they suddenly realized that at this moment, the eyes of the two of them were exactly the same.

Can not help but smile at each other, and nodded at the same time.

...

The air in a few people just solidified for a while.

Until Qingluan recovered on her own, he paused and turned back quickly.

His face continued to sink: "How does the deity use the Phoenix Spirit tail feathers? That is the deity's private matter. Please don't bother with the immortal deity."

After that, she bit her lip and couldn't help closing her eyes tightly, and she chanted the meditation formula over and over again in her heart.

The shoulders trembled violently involuntarily.

No matter how the opponent refuted, she could neither watch nor listen...

can not……

Until she came across abruptly behind her, a word that shocked her directly.

"...Since the Venerable persists in this way, then, please be happy~!"

Gong Xuan Yue lightly smiled and shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly bowed his hands in a salute, "Farewell, sir, let's see you soon~"

After the voice pulled a long string of exaggerated endings, the man really did not hesitate to lead the two little guys around, and left swaggeringly.

Even the little disciple of Crane, who was watching, saw this picture, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

After a while, she tugged Qingluan's skirt in silence, and said, "Senior Sister...that fairy and little phoenix, really left."

"..."

Qingluan paused and turned around silently.

Looking at the direction the three people left with expressionlessly, their eyes drooped slightly.

After a long time, he let out a low laugh and staggered in the direction of the mansion.

"If the words go on, the deity is tired, and no one sees except the master."

"what?"

The little crane was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "Then, red..."

"Don't go now."

Qing Luan shook, and directly interrupted Xiao Xianhe's words.

After slapped away the figure that was rushing in his mind, he disappeared into the depths of the Yaochi mansion.

...

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, in an ordinary small tea stall.

Xiang Xing lay on the tea table lazily, staring at the tea stem in the small tea bowl in front of him with soft eyes, silently watching it swing up and down.

The little face bulged slightly, her pink lips moved, and she asked softly, "Ayue, what kind of story do you think is behind Miss Qingluan?"

"Well."

Gong Xuanyue sat opposite the little guy, with one hand supporting the delicate chin slightly, and the other hand slightly bending, tapping the tabletop in an orderly manner.

After thinking for a while, he raised his eyebrows lightly and laughed lowly.

Without saying anything, he lowered his eyes again and looked at the little guy in front of him.

He stretched his hand forward, rubbed the drooping little head vigorously, and asked with a smile, "Xing'er, what do you think?"

"Me?"

Xiang Xing blinked soft eyes and straightened up suddenly.

The pink lips were pursed lightly, and he lifted his little finger with a serious look on his face, and began to figure it out.