Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

While she was eating chicken legs with relish, the man's eyes were fierce, and the inner breath was faintly lifted under the long sleeves, converging on the tips of the index and middle fingers.

Just about to make a move, the little guy in front of him suddenly stopped eating.

She put the chicken drumsticks on the small table, took out the small handkerchief, and carefully wiped off the oil stains in her hands.

Afterwards, taking advantage of Yu Wenyin's gaze, he suddenly leaned down and grabbed his hand that still had time to gain power in the future.

The soft and waxy voice is light and naive without any impurities.

"Uncle Huang, are you going to abolish my martial arts?"

"..."

Yuwen Yin was stunned.

The girl lowered her head slightly, her soft eyes blinking earnestly.

The pink lips pressed slightly, and he asked softly: "Uncle Huang, before you abolish Xing'er's martial arts, can you tell Xing'er first, will this martial arts kill a lot of people?"

"..."

Yuwenyin was speechless.

The rose-colored eyes swayed slightly, and he suddenly lowered his eyes and chuckled.

"It will only kill one person."

The man whispered, then stood up again, and took the little guy into his arms.

Rubbing that soft little head lightly, staring into the dark night sky in the distance.

The tone seemed to be whispering, and there was a trace of no rejection, "Little guy, this king doesn't allow you to die, you know?"

"Ok."

Xiang Xing leaned on that sturdy, secure waist and nodded gently, "Xing'er is not old and will not die."

As she spoke, she suddenly caught Yu Wenyin's hand again.

Gently smashed his index finger and middle finger, making the appearance of gong, pressing against his own heart.

Then he lifted his head and looked at the man who was astonished again.

The corners of the petal-like lips were curled up, and the apricot eyes gleamed in the moonlight.

"Yuwenyin, you can scrap it."

"..."

Yuwenyin's eyes shook sharply.

He could see that she was reluctant.

Just working hard and trying to hide it lamely.

Faced with such an attitude, how could he bear the heart to start.

After being startled for a long time, Yu Wenyin finally sighed, his eyes softened.

"Little fool... I was joking with you~"

He drew that beautiful smile again, raised his hand, and patted the soft little cheek lightly.

After thinking for a while, suddenly learning her appearance, his head turned slightly, and his eyes blinked, "Actually, if you really want to practice this inner strength, this king can help you from the side..."

"Really!"

Hearing that, all the anxiety and sadness of the little guy suddenly disappeared, and he smiled unexpectedly, "Uncle Huang, can you really guide Xing'er?"

Yuwenyin smiled freely and spread his arms: "Has this king fooled you?"

"Great!...Thank you sister!"

With consent, Xiang Xing called a glee.

In fact, she was still worried, a little bit unable to understand the ghost-like inner skills that Ya Ya gave.

now……

Hey, great!

Thinking about it, she couldn't help burying her head in his gown desperately, rubbing it.

Yuwenyin almost felt a little bit awkward after rubbing against her, and quickly let go of her.

"Then, from tomorrow, when the time comes, you will come to the back garden to wait for me. I will teach you from the most basic luck, eh?"

The man hugged his chest slightly, then he pretended to look like his eyes, and frowned slightly, "However, this king is very strict. If you make a mistake and get distracted, I will punish you accordingly."

"Xing'er will definitely be very serious!"

Xiang Xing nodded like garlic.