Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

[Duck duck, I think it is necessary for you to complain to Lao Gong. ]

After walking out of the sea of ​​consciousness, the little guy hummed and directly caught the big gray eagle squatting on his shoulders.

Grabbing the neck of its fate, and threateningly threateningly, [You let him be normal, stop writing such tedious plots, or I will protest. ]

[……cough! Cough cough! I'm dying, let go, let go! It's no use taking my anger out! I'm not a boss! ]

Duck Duck, who suddenly felt breathless, couldn't help flapping his wings frantically and wailing in protest.

There were some uncomfortable feelings in my heart.

To be honest, it also felt a little strange to the plot this time.

Writing yourself as a lunatic is something that others can do, but a shameless existence like a boss can never do it!

- Could it be that this time, another external factor came in to interfere?

Thinking of this, Duck Duck felt extremely headache.

The strange original owner last time, and the bug that is likely to pop up after one wrong step, has already worried him a lot.

This time, he directly drove people's happiness into madness... What the hell is going on!

In short, it is now a sad duck that did not run away.

However, it doesn't seem to be of any use to feel self-pity here.

Only one step is a step.

After finally breaking free from Xiang Xing's restraint, Ya Ya flapped her wings, and while she was about to continue "poisoning" herself, she instantly turned off the time-stop function.

Everything that was frozen around suddenly came alive again, so that the little guy could only stop the car abruptly, and silently rolled his eyes at Duck Duck.

Sly stinky duck, hum.

While muttering, she quickly bounced off the ground and patted the long gown that was stained with a little dust.

"Go back to the saint, the last general just accidentally fell."

Before she returned to Shizuo, the cordial greetings from Situ Ling, with a hint of urging, continued, "Your Majesty, it's getting late, let's go see Miss Fenghan quickly."

After seeing it, she will immediately pack this worry-free little emperor and send it back to the imperial capital, lest the tragedy repeat itself!

He had to save his life first, and then secretly came back to study Fenglan.

She's exhausted, forget it.

"... Daxing, why do I think you look weird?"

Looking at the little face who was rolling his eyes sadly, Situ Ling's face was filled with question marks again.

I wanted him to urge him just now, but now he is even more urgent than him.

I don't understand. I don't understand.

However, after all, a certain little emperor is a pure-hearted master, and he didn't think much about it.

Soon, he led Xiang Xing to the bamboo staircase that was spiraling upwards in Fengxiang Tower, intending to go to the top floor.

However, before the two of them took a few steps up, there was a sudden sound of "Keng~!"

Hearing the sound, Xiang Xing suddenly stopped, and his watery eyes narrowed slightly.

This voice sounded like a string of something snapped, making an abnormal sound.

Thinking, she raised her brows, as if realizing something, and hurriedly lowered her eyes and looked down.

Sure enough, Feng Lan had stopped playing at this time and was stunned facing the guqin in front of him.

And the strings of the qin... actually broke without a single one left!

How can I play this to get this effect...

The little guy shook his head with emotion.

But the next second, she, and the other benefactors who were also stunned, saw Feng Lan sway and suddenly stood up.