Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Speaking of which, it was not the first time she had seen Zhuxiantai.

After all, the original owner died here.

Even as soon as she got close to here, there was a sense of fear in her body like an instinctive reaction.

The little guy couldn't help clasping his arms tightly, and his pace gradually slowed down.

Fortunately, Ao Yuan quickly noticed the state of his daughter-in-law.

He thought about it, and finally stopped and turned around.

He bent down slightly, put his hands on the girl's shoulders, and winked at her.

He laughed and coaxed: "If you're afraid, we won't watch it and go back first, eh?"

Such a scene really shouldn't be seen by her little girl's family.

Save the night thinking, sleep well.

That would have a big impact...

Thinking about it, Ao Yuan narrowed his eyes and hugged Xiang Xing directly.

"Don't look at it."

He lowered his head slightly, and deep blue eyes filled with deep meaning, "Let's go home... and finish the marriage."

"……Well?"

Xiang Xing blinked softly.

Before he could react, the man had already transformed into a dragon, holding her and swooping down to the lower realm.

But after a while, the two have returned to the Crystal Palace.

Ao Ye, who stayed at the palace, was leading a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals to clean up the wedding venue.

Seeing his brother hurried past with his little daughter-in-law in his arms, Ao Ye was stunned: "Why did you come back so soon? The lower realm hasn't passed for a day, so it's over..."

Before she finished speaking, she felt a flash of blue light in front of her eyes.

Where is the shadow of the little couple.

Ao Ye raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, and he couldn't help turning his head back and looking at Ao Yuan's bedroom.

Hehe smiled: "What is this in a hurry."

However, he was able to survive this little one hundred thousand years.

In comparison, her sister is a bit lost.

Fifteen thousand year old girl or something...

ah~

Ao Ye sighed with self-pity, and continued to direct the cleaning work while drinking tea quietly.

Suddenly, a small crab in charge of patrolling the sea swam leisurely over.

He turned into a human figure and saluted her: "Your Highness, there is a strange human being on the north coast who has been in a coma for a day and a night on the beach."

Ao Ye frowned slightly, and glanced at the little crab essence lightly, "The north coast is under the control of Xia Zhiguo, what does it have to do with my Nanhai tribe."

"This……"

The little crab spirit seemed embarrassed for a moment, "But the head of the flounder spirit in charge of patrolling the coast said that in his hand, that strange man was holding a gleaming gray scale... Those scales don't look like our ordinary fish spirits."

After speaking, he paused and looked up at Ao Ye, "Like, like you, or the dragon scales of His Majesty the Dragon King."

The voice only fell, and the little crab essence only heard a crisp sound.

The tea bowl in Her Royal Highness's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

...

On the other side, Ao Yuan had just entered the gate of the hall when he noticed a rapid fluctuation of spiritual power.

He paused, and couldn't help but raise his red lips.

Who is more anxious?

Taking back his thoughts, Ao Yuan took a deep breath and continued to walk inside.

However, he suddenly felt that his arms were already empty.

Not far ahead, in front of the Eight Immortals table filled with delicacies from mountains and seas, there was a familiar chirp chirp.

The man couldn't help but feel helpless.

He laughed, stepped forward slowly, and rubbed the little furry head that was about to bury himself in the plate.

Bend down and whisper in the little guy's ear, "How hungry are you?"