Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

He was stunned, and couldn't help but take a closer look at the portrait under his pen.

Ruoli in the painting is lifelike, bright and moving as always.

But, for some reason, in recent days, he always felt that something was not right.

It seems that the people he painted should not be like Ruoli.

Thinking about it, Du Yunwen's eyes trembled.

He couldn't help but put down the pen and pinched his brows tangled.

Why does the recent Ruoli make him feel more and more unfamiliar.

Even, there is no excitement, and longing when the pot was teased.

What the hell does this happen?

The more he thought about it, the more irritable and depressed he became. Du Yunwen's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help crumpling up the painting on the table and throwing it to the ground at will.

Instead, he took out the clay pot, took out the little poem inside, and recited it over and over again.

He didn't know that at this time, in the yard outside the window, a dark shadow silently jumped out and went straight to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"... Did he really do that?"

Hearing about Du Yunwen's destruction of the painting from the spies, Liu Ruoli was startled, and the tea bowl fell to the ground with a bang.

The whole person began to tremble uncontrollably.

He doubted, he really doubted!

Sure enough, without the protection of the little koi, even Yunwen would find out the truth and leave her...

Thinking of this, Liu Ruoli suddenly took a deep breath and her beautiful eyes were fierce.

She must not let this happen!

Liu Ruoli turned to the spies again, and asked in a deep voice, "The goddess, have you found it?"

The spy replied: "Miss Hui, the goddess has already been sent to a temple on the outskirts of the city, look..."

"What are you looking at! ... Miss Ben is going to find her now!"

Liu Ruoli clapped the table and stood up, hurriedly giving an order.

Can't wait!

...

In the Crystal Palace, Xiang Xing held the brocade box containing the wedding dress and hopped back to his bedroom.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the bedroom, they finally found a corner that they thought was very secret, and hid the brocade box in it.

After finishing everything, the little guy clapped his hands triumphantly and returned to the small coffee table on the coral reef.

He ate with relish the candied haws sent from the pantry.

However, while eating, she suddenly felt a tingling in her small palm.

Xiang Xingjie took a moment, thinking it was the candied gourd stick that poked his hand.

Immediately, he lowered his soft eyes and glanced at the palm of his hand.

Well?

It's clean, nothing.

There are no barbs on the candied fruit stick.

She frowned suspiciously.

At this moment, there was a tingling pain in the palm again.

And it was even more severe than the last time. The pain made her squeeze her wrist so hard that she kept breathing cold air.

Doubt clouded my mind.

This, what's going on!

Xiang Xing thought for a while, then simply used the demon power to try to check the veins in his palm.

But what she didn't expect was that the stinging pain had just been transported to the palm of her hand, and the backlash was even more severe.

The pain was so painful that she couldn't help crying out in pain, and her soft apricot eyes instantly filled with tears.

As everyone knows, the big pearl on the forbidden waist suddenly began to flash.

On the other side, Ao Yuan, who was facing the guest list with the old dragon king, instantly sensed the fluctuations from the Pearl Banning Step.

He paused and threw away the roster, his figure flashed, and he disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Xiang Xing, who was already lying on the table.

"Sister Xiaoyu!"

Seeing this scene, Ao Yuan felt that his heartbeat was about to stop, and hurriedly embraced her.

Seeing the small green and red palm, the man was stunned for a moment, and his azure blue eyes suddenly widened.

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