Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Looking at the pitch-black hole that seemed to extend infinitely in the darkness, Xiang Xing blinked softly, and could not help but straighten his small body with some emotion.

Back then, she was just a child tumbling in the rubbish heap of the slums.

Now, I have been raised by the old palace to be white and fat, some to eat and some to wear, and they can also go to a small world to enjoy happiness and save life.

What a world of difference...

The little guy's pink lips twitched, and he couldn't help but subconsciously took a step towards the dark cave.

Anyway, you have come here, let's go back to the old place.

When she was still a weak chicken, the bad guys in the slums were not her opponents, so she was not afraid.

Thinking about it, the girl squeezed her small but powerful fist, and smiled.

The footsteps gradually accelerated.

...

However.

As he walked, Xiang Xing felt that something was wrong.

If I remember correctly, it didn't take long when I was led out of this passage by Lao Gong.

Why did she walk in the other way around? She seemed to have walked for hours, and there was no end to the passage.

Fortunately, the road was as smooth as before, and even though she was advancing in the dark, she did not stumble.

Holding the little doubt in his stomach, Xiang Xing walked forward for a while.

This time, the little hand she stretched forward suddenly touched something smooth, like a wall.

The little guy was stunned.

what's the situation……

Shouldn't we just walk to the mouth of another cave on the outskirts of the slum?

How can there be a wall blocking this...

——Difficult, is it a long time ago, did she admit the wrong cave? !

Thinking of this, Xiang Xing suddenly felt a little embarrassed and could not help coughing silently.

Also, fortunately, I have to come by myself.

If, if Duck and Duck came together, they must have been rolling on the ground with laughter by now...

Thinking about it, the little guy pursed his cheeks in the dark, turned around quickly, and prepared to go back.

However, just as she turned around, her little hand inadvertently flicked towards the wall beside her.

With this blow, he suddenly touched a raised, icy cold thing.

- Feels like a switch!

Seeing this scene, the little guy's soft eyes suddenly lit up.

It turned out that it was not her fault, it was just that the door was simply not opened!

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing's brain became hot, and he clenched his small fist excitedly and slammed the round thing like a button hard.

Sure enough, there was a dull rumbling sound behind him.

Immediately afterwards, the surroundings gradually became brighter.

Feeling that the door should be successfully opened, the little guy clenched his hands excitedly, and quickly got used to the light thrown from behind.

After feeling that her eyes were almost used to it, she carefully turned around and looked up.

...

cough.

Behind the gate, it is still not the suburb of the slum in memory.

It's just a hollow space that looks like a small tens of square meters. The hole is filled with various things, like a small exhibition area.

Xiang Xing couldn't help but be embarrassed again.

Not only did she go wrong, she accidentally opened someone else's treasure hole, right?

but.

But the strange thing is that in this hole in the hole, there seems to be something familiar to me.

Seeing this scene, the little guy tilted his head, but became curious again.

Can't help but spooked to step forward again and walked in.

Only then came in, his eyes swept around twice, but Xiang Xing's eyes lit up.

Why do the things in this hole look like... they all seem to be things she used before?

All kinds of plush toys, all kinds of clothes and skirts, and her favorite comic book...

These seem to be really the things she used after Lao Gong picked her up and when she officially went to the small world to enjoy herself.

There is also a large part that she has no impression of now, but she is very familiar with it, and she feels that it should belong to her.

Why did they all come to this hole.

The little guy tilted his head in confusion, frowning softly.

Could it be that this is the old palace's waste warehouse...

——Then don't touch it, so as not to leave evidence of sneaking out to play.

Thinking about it, the girl nodded firmly, and decided to run away.

However, just as she turned around and retreated to the door, the corner of her eyes was attracted by a square object.

Xiang Xing paused, turned his head subconsciously, and glanced.

The next second, the soft eyes suddenly widened.

I saw a small dark red cabinet by the door, quietly placed a square cardboard booklet.

On the cover is a crooked drawing of a little girl with double ponytails, smiling so much that her mouth almost reaches her ears.

——This is her play house setting set when she was a child!

Thinking of this, Xiang Xing's eyes flashed again, and he couldn't help turning around, trotting over, and holding up the booklet.

Excited, he opened it carefully.

correct.

This is indeed a set that she draws with her very lame children's drawing skills.

Every little story is a middle-aged and barren little story that she felt when she was young and ignorant after watching dog-blood TV series and novels.

The protagonist of the story, the little girl, always plays the supporting role of cannon fodder in those dog-blood TV series and novels.

But unlike the original book, the little girl no longer revolves around the real hero and heroine, but follows a man named "Enjoyment Ambassador", abandoning those messy dog-blood relationships and living happily.

Xiang Xing slowly turned the pages of the book, staring blankly at these unfamiliar yet familiar little stories.

The more she looked at it, the more she felt that there was something in her mind that inexplicably gradually became fuller.

The account booklet is not very thick, and when you flip through it, you reach the last page.

I saw that back then, she even used that ugly word like chicken feet to crawl, and made a list of credits...

Looking at the actor in the column of "Enjoyment Ambassador" and his autograph certification, the little guy paused, and couldn't help but wickedly raised the corners of his lips.

Ehe.

She has proof!

She will take the little book back to see how long this guy has to put it on!

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing hurriedly took off the burden on his shoulders and tucked the small book directly into the middle of the immortal potato chips.

When she turned around, she suddenly realized that there seemed to be something in the place where the booklet was originally covered.

It looked like a handful of about thirty centimeters long, dark purple—

scabbard?

Seeing this scene, the girl blinked softly and became curious again.

At the same time, the strange voice that had been silent for a long time resounded in her mind again.

【Take it up. 】

"..."

Hearing this, the little guy was in a trance, his little hand seemed to be out of control, and slowly stretched out towards the scabbard.

Grab it into the palm of your hand.

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