Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

That is a kind of familiarity that comes from the host itself, and it can even be said to be in the blood.

But in the memory left by the original owner, it was so unfamiliar.

very strange.

Xiang Xing tilted his small head and blinked softly.

Until the middle-aged man inadvertently turned his face.

That face that he seemed to have seen somewhere made the little guy suddenly widen his watery apricot eyes.

This, this is not...

She was sluggish for a while, and quickly turned on the sound transmission to enter the secret, and urgently called Ya Ya.

[duck! Quickly pull out the Facebook list of plot characters in this world and give it to me Kangkang! ]

[Gah? ]

Duck Ying, who was squatting on a tree in the distance, was stunned for a moment, but he obeyed obediently.

Soon, Xiang Xing found a face almost identical to the middle-aged man from the list of water.

no one else.

——It was actually the father of the original owner who died in battle, Xiang Junxian, the cavalry general of the previous generation of Daxuanyuan! !

The little guy's eyes were stunned, and the whole person was covered directly.

Why is Xiang Junxian here? Shouldn't he have farted more than ten years ago...

"……hiss."

Feng Lan on the side didn't notice Xiang Xing's strangeness, she only frowned with a complex expression on her face.

This person, he has no impression at all, and should not be from their Eastern capital.

But judging by how familiar he was with this place, it was obvious that he did not come to Dongdu at the same time as the people from the Taiwei Mansion, or even Ouyang Lian and his party.

What's even more bizarre is that he didn't even notice before that there was another character like this in Dongdu.

Thinking of this, the man took a deep breath, gently supported the shoulder of the little guy in his arms, and whispered, "Xing'er, this person is not simple, I have to go back and check..."

Before she finished speaking, Feng Lan suddenly felt that the slender shoulders in her hands were trembling faintly.

He was stunned, and immediately lowered his eyes to look.

I saw Xiang Xing staring blankly at the broad back who had just entered the room, his whole face was dull, as if he could not speak.

"...Xing'er?"

The man frowned and raised his hand, shaking it in front of those wide, soft eyes.

Only then did the little guy's spirit be summoned back, and the whole person jumped abruptly.

"...I-I'm fine."

The girl paused, then shook her little head quickly.

Immediately, he turned around, clasped the man's front with both hands, raised his soft eyes, and stared at him.

Nuo Sheng murmured softly, "Brother Feng Lan, I don't want to squat here, shall we go back?"

"……okay."

Although she didn't know what was going on, Feng Lan nodded in agreement.

After thinking about it for a while, he simply hugged her tightly, performed light work, and flew away from here.

...

Back at Fengxiang Building, Xiang Xing ignored the man's worried and confused gaze, and locked himself in the wing without saying a word.

Even Situ Ling, who was passing by, looked confused and couldn't help but look at Feng Lan strangely: "Da Lan, did you quarrel with Da Xing?"

"..."

Feng Lan glanced at a certain little emperor lightly.

His eyes flickered slightly, but he ignored him and turned his back to Xiang Xing's door.

The thin lips were tightly pursed, and the drooping eyes were mostly covered by the feathered eyelashes, and the look at the bottom of the eyes could not be seen clearly.

Seeing this scene, Situ Ling touched his chin, feeling that it was not the time to talk to him, so he silently turned around and left.

It was quiet outside, but it wasn't much better inside.

At that time, Duck Ying was squatting on the screen, staring blankly at the slender back of his little ancestor.