Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Thinking about it, the girl couldn't help but glared bitterly at a duck eagle outside who was still dozing off in a trance.

It almost fell to the ground.

[...This is none of Benga's business! You know, the ga that Ben Ga can't choose these things! ! ]

Duck Ya wailed even more aggrieved.

Back the pot duck!

[Hmph, I don't care, I haven't had a good time for a long time! ]

Facing Duck Duck's inner protest, the little guy just gave Duck a cool look.

He hummed angrily, [In my life, I'm going to be a bad boy! ]

[…Gah? ]

Ya Ya was stunned, and suddenly didn't understand the meaning of Xiang Xing's words.

However, seeing that she had withdrawn the sound transmission and entered the secret, she paused, and actually——

Directly in front of Feng Lan, she squeezed out two pitiful tears.

Seeing this scene, the man who was still laughing at will, his smile solidified at the corner of his mouth.

"...Little General, what's wrong with you?"

He subconsciously tried to ask, but when the voice fell, he saw two lines of hot tears, dripping from the little guy's red and moist eyes...

This really startled Feng Lan, and there was a hint of panic in the bottom of his eyes.

He hurriedly folded his arms even tighter, trying his best to comfort him softly, "Why are you crying all of a sudden? ... Ouch, little general, if you don't want to play with me, just say so. Oh, don't do this, okay? Huh?..."

"...It's not that I don't want to play with you."

Xiang Xingnuo sucked his nose hard with his thick nasal voice.

The little head hung down weakly, and continued to mutter, "It's just that no one ever said that they would accompany me to play, go shopping or something... You are the first..."

Saying that, the little guy blinked his soft eyes, and simply hummed, his little head plunged directly into the man's arms.

"Is that so..."

Listening to her crying words, Feng Lan's eyes were filled with pity, she quickly raised her hand, and gently rubbed her fluffy little head.

He continued to comfort him softly, "Okay, okay, am I going to take you to play? ... We're going to have a good time today, no matter what else, okay? Huh?"

"……Really?"

Feeling that Feng Lan really had "signs of biting the hook", Xiang Xing couldn't help clenching his fist in his heart, and said yes.

Immediately, he pursed his pink lips, as if he mustered up his courage, and cautiously continued to ask, "Then, what about the sage? As the general of the imperial cavalry, I have to protect him at all times..."

"Huh? You don't have to worry about that~"

Hearing the words, the man couldn't help laughing.

He raised his brows proudly, "The Holy Master is in my Fengxiang Building, and there are shadow guards watching at any time. Obviously, there is a sister who is protecting him personally. I guarantee him, not a single dragon's hair will fall off!"

"So you, little general, feel free to play with me. If something goes wrong, I'll carry it for you, eh?"

He said, suddenly lowered his head, and blinked at her quickly.

"...Well, then I'm relieved."

Listening to Feng Lan's guaranteed guarantee, Xiang Xing responded with a glutinous response on the surface, but he smiled in his heart.

[Duck, look, my routine has reached Fenglan, hehehe! ]

She couldn't help but proudly turned on the sound transmission to enter the secret again, showing off to the other duck who was watching.

Hmph, she lied smoothly, stalked Feng Lan again, and successfully pinned Situ Ling's broken pot on his head.

It's not hard to be a bad boy.