Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Seeing how busy his father was, Hu Zi tilted his head and frowned in confusion.

Xiang Junxian was stunned.

But he quickly regained his senses, his eyes sank, and he quickly whispered, "Daddy wants to work in another place, so we have to live there too..."

"Xiang Junxian!"

Before Xiang Junxian finished speaking, his wife Qiao Ling, who had already come behind him, suddenly pulled up his arm and turned him around.

With a "pop", he raised his hand and gave him a slap.

"Xiang Junxian, are you still a man?! Huh??"

Qiao Ling had obviously cried, her beautiful Danfeng eyes were slightly red, and the bottom of her eyes was full of disappointed anger.

"She is your own daughter! No one hides from his own daughter, like a thief hides from officers and soldiers! Are you still a father? Is that how you set an example for Huzi?!"

"...What can I do!"

Xiang Junxian shook his head, clenching his fists, and thumping the earth wall beside him angrily.

Hanging her head, her tone was full of hysteria, "She is now the person by the Sage's side! Qiaoling, you know, how can I let the Sage find out that I'm still alive!"

"and……"

With that said, the man panicked again, and even more hurriedly packed his belongings.

Bian murmured, "Besides, she recognized me, so Feng Lan obviously knows my identity... It must have been prepared by the sage to take me back to the imperial capital for trial!"

"We must leave!"

Xiang Junxian roared, and shoved the messy bundle in his hands into Qiaoling's arms.

Immediately turned around and pushed the door, and wanted to go to the yard to continue cleaning up.

However, before he could take a half-step over the threshold, he stopped abruptly.

I only felt that there was an extremely powerful martial artist's inner breath outside the door. I don't know when it has spread to the entire small courtyard.

Thinking about it, Xiang Junxian was shocked, and he couldn't help but subconsciously raised his eyes to look.

I saw that Feng Lan was already standing in front of the door with several shadow guards from Fengxiang Tower.

He stared blankly at him.

"you!"

Xiang Junxian was in a hurry, only to feel that his expectations came true, without thinking too much, he used his internal strength and quickly took up an attacking stance.

"... stubborn."

Seeing this scene, Feng Lan sneered lowly and attacked directly.

A tit for tat, the small courtyard suddenly stirred up a burst of extremely strong fluctuations in internal interest.

Although he has retired for many years, Xiang Junxian has never neglected to practice martial arts. During the time of his moves, the brave and domineering generals who belonged to the cavalry generals suddenly appeared.

This actually aroused Feng Lan's fighting spirit even more.

"General Xiang, your prestige has not diminished back then."

His evil charm hooked his lips, and the tricks in his hands became more and more ruthless, not at all inferior to Xiang Junxian.

The battle was stalemate for a while.

But gradually, Xiang Junxian smelled an indescribable and strange fragrance.

He couldn't describe this wonderful aroma, but he felt that after smelling this strange smell, the inner breath of his body and the fighting spirit in his heart were inexplicably raised several grades.

The eyes that were originally clear as water gradually became more maddened.

Seeing this, Feng Lan smiled knowingly.

While responding to the man's more ruthless tactics, he slowly retreated inadvertently.

Unconsciously, he led Xiang Junxian out of the small courtyard.

Immediately, he performed light work, turned around and ran.

Under the stimulation of Qixiang, Xiang Junxian knew that he was trying to move the tiger away from the mountain, but he still couldn't control his steps, so he also used Qinggong and chased after him.