Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"...Xing'er, what is this??"

Seeing this scene, Xiang Junxian was stunned.

In his family's pocket card... even if it is hollow, why is there such a strange thing hidden, he doesn't even know it? ?

Xiang Xing only glanced at him lightly.

His head was slightly tilted, "I don't know what it is. Grandpa only said that this is the evidence."

"...What is the evidence?"

Xiang Junxian was really curious, so he couldn't help stepping forward subconsciously, and he reached out to the little guy, wanting to take the small oiled paper bag and take a look.

Unexpectedly, before he came across something, his daughter began to perform light work again, and quietly took a few steps back.

"Xiang Junxian of our General's Mansion is dead. You are no longer the Xiang family. You don't need to know what this is."

Xiang Xing said solemnly, and then quickly put the small oiled paper bag into his belt.

Seeing this, Xiang Junxian was stunned for a moment, but there was nothing he could do.

He could only sigh silently and laugh lowly: "That's right, that's right."

The General's Mansion, the father, and her daughter, he voluntarily gave up back then.

Now that he is begging for nothing, he is too thick-skinned.

"Okay, that's all I want to tell you."

When he was done, Xiang Xing glanced at the time in his system, and without saying a word, he took out a small bamboo tube of Fengxiang Order and pulled it towards the air.

After releasing the signal, she thought for a while and walked back to the stagnant Xiang Junxian again.

After that, she took off her red sandalwood family waist card from her waist and handed it to him.

Said, "I folded your waist card, this piece is to compensate you."

"……what."

Xiang Junxian was dumbfounded.

Seeing that his daughter didn't mean to withdraw his hand, he couldn't, so he could only accept it silently.

And clasped it in the palm of his hand, rubbing it subconsciously.

Feeling the smoothness of the waist card, the man paused, and there was a touch of guilt in his eyes.

Xiang's ancestors said that this piece of waist card, which is unique to each person, must be ground with a pulp disc every time it is on the battlefield.

After the ages, the smoother and brighter the waist badge is, the more it can reflect the illustrious military exploits of one's life, and it is a symbol of the family's glory.

And the waist card of my daughter...

Turns out, it was even more delicate and brighter than the broken waist card that he had been selfish about, and had been quietly slagging and grinding it every year for more than ten years.

It is conceivable that his hard-working daughter, because of his retreat and escape, went to the battlefield many times and resisted how many enemy troops.

Thinking about it, Xiang Junxian felt more and more sore in his nose.

But don't know what to say.

Looking at Xiang Junxian's expression that was not quite right, Xiang Xing tilted his head and blinked softly.

After that, as if thinking of something, he could not help but lightly outline the corners of his lips and took two steps back.

Chao Xiang Junxian put on a martial stance and said with a smile, "Would you like to have a spar with me?"

There's nothing that can't be resolved by a fight.

...

A quarter of an hour later, Feng Lan took the shadow guards and escorted Qiao Ling and Hu Zi back to the small courtyard.

However, his eyes widened in shock at the sight in front of him.

In the small courtyard, his little girl and Xiang Junxian were lying on the left and right sides, panting and seeming to be exhausted.

And there are even some colors on the two of them!

"...Xing'er!"

The man suffocated for a breath, and instantly flashed to the little guy's side, lifted her up distressedly, and hugged her into his arms.

Xiang Junxian! ...