Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Ahem, ahem!"

After a violent cough, Xiang Xing finally got his consciousness back, took a deep breath, and opened his moist and trance eyes.

"Wake up, wake up!"

When the crowd around the bed saw this, they couldn't help shouting.

"Well……"

Xiang Xing looked at the crowd dizzyly, including his father and sister, Mingyue holding the medicine box, and the maids from the General's Mansion.

Everyone has a look of intertwined surprises.

The little guy opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly felt a feeling of lethargy.

She shook, and couldn't help but leaned back.

It fell into a warm and powerful embrace.

The big hands that clung to her were very similar to the arms in the chaos that pulled her out of the border of hell.

The overwhelming sense of security immediately filled his heart, and the little guy turned around, curled up tightly, and continued to get warmth.

What lingered in his ears was Yu Wenyin's extremely low chuckle: "Little guy, get up, everyone is looking at you."

"……I do not."

Xiang Xing responded vaguely, but shrank even tighter.

Xiang Zhong on the side saw him and couldn't help humming sourly.

It didn't come forward to stop it.

After thinking about it, he greeted the crowd to go out: "Let's not disturb Xing'er, let her rest for a while."

After speaking, he looked back and gave Yu Wenyin a deliberate look.

Yuwenyin laughed helplessly, and finally let go of his arms.

But a certain little octopus forbids him to do this.

He muttered and grabbed it, so as not to let him have a chance to leave.

The man had to rub the back of her head, softly and softly: "Hey, what you need now is to lie down and rest, otherwise it will be difficult to recover, you know?"

His voice was light and faintly confused, as if it had an inexplicable psychological suggestion, which caused Xiang Xing to nod in a daze.

Then he left him and lay down on the bed obediently.

Yu Wenyin hooked her tender lips, carefully helping the little guy tidy up the quilt.

Seeing her delicate brows gradually loosen and gradually fall asleep, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and got up and left with confidence.

He closed the door and turned around, his original soft eyes instantly changed into a solemn coldness.

The man walked straight to the talking people in the courtyard and came to Xiang Zhong.

"General Xiang, this king has something to do, and you need your answers."

...

Into the night.

Xiang Xing finally woke up and slowly opened his soft eyes.

Phoo~

She twisted and stretched comfortably.

Sleep well.

[Wake up. ]

A fluff of ducklings missing from her hips floated in front of the girl's eyes.

Mung bean's eyes rolled around, [I have found the source of this strange internal force in your body. ]

[! ]

Xiang Xing suddenly got excited, and sat up abruptly, with a look of listening attentively.

Just listen to Ya Ya continue:

[What about your internal force, in this world is a unique mind technique called the Xiao family, Bi Luo Gong. ]

[what,]

Xiang Xing's face was veiled, and his eyes blinked suspiciously. [Which family is the Xiao family? I haven't mentioned it in the plot. ]

Why would there be anything other than the plot.

This is more difficult to digest than roast duck and roast chicken.

[Hmm! ]

Ya Ya coughed solemnly, and transformed into a duck with a doctor's hat.

At the same time, a translucent floating window like a small blackboard appeared behind the duck, and pictures scrolled through the window.