Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

With this shout, Xiang Xing felt that the entire Crystal Palace was boiling.

"Yuan'er is really back?"

A hoarse and joyful voice sounded from the highest point of the palace and spread all around.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a majestic and domineering silver-gray giant dragon a few sizes bigger than Ao Yuan, whistling, circling from the giant coral.

The giant dragon landed on the large square in front of the Crystal Palace and transformed into a middle-aged man dressed in silver-gray scales.

"Yuan'er!"

Seeing that it was indeed his son standing in front of him, the Dragon King of the South China Sea, Ao Qing, raised his arms and walked towards his son excitedly.

After holding Ao Yuan tightly in his arms, Xiang Xing saw that the old dragon king's narrow and sharp eyes instantly turned into big watery eyes, full of tears.

Then, there was a burst of wailing... "Yuan'er, you are back, the father is dying!"

"..."

The contrast is so great that the little guy is a little confused.

"You know, when your dragon ball is flickering, the father's heart is also up and down, for fear that you will be in danger... but you can't find you!"

The old dragon king continued to babble.

Ao Yuan seemed to be used to it, smiled, and patted his old father's back like he was coaxing a child.

"Sorry for making you worry, Father."

"...Hey, just come back, just come back!"

Ao Qing sucked his big dragon nose.

His eyes inadvertently glanced at Xiang Xing behind Ao Yuan.

I saw him stunned for a moment, as if he suddenly realized his gaffe in front of outsiders, he quickly coughed a few times and let go of his son.

His face instantly returned to its original majestic color, and he gently stroked the long gray beard and asked, "This is..."

Ao Yuan smiled lightly: "Father, her name is Xiang Xing, and she is the child's savior."

"...What? Are you really in distress outside?"

The old dragon king was taken aback.

But he didn't ask any more questions in public, instead he raised a very grateful smile and bowed his hands directly to Xiang Xing.

"Yuan'er's savior, you should be the savior of my Nanhai clan! Miss Xiang, please accept Laolong's bow!"

"No, no need..."

Xiang Xing was suddenly a little flattered, and quickly waved his little hand.

"Ah...good, good!"

Ao Qing then straightened up, smiled, and made a "please" gesture to the huge crystal palace behind him, "Then, Lao Long asks Miss Xiang to sit down in the humble house for a while, and Lao Long will prepare a thank-you banquet!"

"……what."

Xiang Xing smiled blankly.

The corners of the mouth twitched.

If this, if this is a poor house, then the palace of Xiazhi Kingdom can only be used as a mess...?

"Don't be in a daze, sister Xiaoyu."

Seeing the little guy foolishly staring at the back of the old Dragon King who was excitedly leaving, Ao Yuan couldn't help covering his mouth and smiling.

He took her little hand again and led her way.

Well, for some reason, he kind of likes to hold her hand.

The small, soft, onion-like fingertips vibrated from time to time, scratching his palms slightly, but it was very comfortable.

That feeling, like just now, she was nestled in his claws.

Thinking about it, Ao Yuan's crimson lips hooked deeper and deeper.

...

The three came to the banquet hall in the Crystal Palace.

After presenting Xiang Xing to the VIP seat, the old dragon king waved his hand, and several mussel maidservants entered with various trays.

Knowingly gave Xiang Xing all kinds of... sea! shrimp! Big! meal!

Good evening!

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