Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the two of them to find the lonely and sad figure on the street southeast of the center of Dongdu.

Before Xiang Xing could call for the exit, Situ Ling first heard Ya Ya's chirping.

His whole body froze suddenly, and he couldn't help but turn around while purring pitifully.

"Daxing! Daxing, you are finally here to find Gu! Woohoo~"

I saw the sad little emperor, with a pair of beautiful jewel-like eyes that had already turned into swollen goldfish blisters. After seeing Xiang Xing, he was so excited that he opened his arms and flew directly towards her.

Xiang Xing's eyes widened in fright, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

However, just as the little emperor was about to rush over, a slender arm flashed beside him instantly, which tightly bound his small bamboo pole and stopped his next move.

In my ears, there were light words with a bit of persuasion: "Sir, you are crying in the street, you have lost your dragon face."

"...It makes sense!"

Hearing this, Situ Ling sniffed quickly, stopped crying, and calmed down.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a tall and familiar shadow, and suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of him and gave a serious salute.

"Chen Fenglan meets the Holy One, and the Holy One is blessed and safe."

"……what."

Looking at the respectful man in front of him, Situ Ling suddenly became a little confused.

Subconsciously, he cast his eyes full of question marks on Xiang Xing behind him.

——Why did he suddenly become so normal?

Just two quarters of an hour ago, this guy was crazy, and he thought of him as a strange flower thief, didn't he!

This change is too fast and too big, right?

ah?

"..."

Xiang Xing didn't know what to say, so he could only shrug at the little emperor.

It is estimated that he noticed the eye contact between the two of them for a moment, and the man who was still half-kneeling couldn't help but narrow his eyes secretly.

Without waiting for Situ Ling to say no, he stood up and cut off the gaze between him and Xiang Xing.

He bowed his hands to his master solemnly, and continued: "Your Highness, please stay for a while. I have a secret and important matter that needs to be discussed with you, and I would like to ask your Highness to set up the Fengxiang Tower again."

While speaking, Feng Lan's expression was extremely calm and serious, as if she really had something important to say.

Situ Ling looked confused again.

But he was completely intimidated by his faintly overflowing breath that could not be rejected, so he could not help but nodded silently and agreed.

"All right."

"The sage first asks, the minister and General Xiang will break up for you, so as not to be taken advantage of by some 'people with intentions'."

Feng Lan cupped her hands again, and without waiting for Situ Ling to answer, she voluntarily gave way and made a gesture of invitation.

When the little emperor walked to the front in a confused way, he raised his delicate brows lightly, but quietly stuck to Xiang Xing's side.

In the dark, she quietly held her little hand and clenched it in the palm of her hand.

This shocked the little guy, his soft eyes opened slightly, and he couldn't help but subconsciously raised his head and looked at him.

But only saw a slightly proud smile.

The hand was even more worried that she would retract, and tightened a little more.

"..."

Xiang Xing blinked helplessly, and could only silently let him make things happen.

Ugh.

Don't look back, little emperor.

...

Not long after, several people returned to Fengxiang Building.