Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

I saw the young man pondering for a while, his voice hoarse, and he recited a paragraph of eight-character formulas.

After Xiang Xing diligently memorized it, he followed his example and recited it silently.

After she gradually gained some insight in her body, she pursed her pink lips, held her breath, and snapped her fingers earnestly and nervously.

"Crack~"

I saw a "咻", and on her fingertips like green onions, a small blue flame suddenly sprang up!

The little flame danced around in the middle of the night, at first glance smart and cute.

There was also a long-lost warmth from the burning fingertips, which made her feel more comfortable.

"Wow……"

The little guy was shocked by this novel sight, his soft eyes widened, and the faint blue light of the flame was reflected in the bottom of his eyes, shining brightly.

She observed the small flame for a while, and she couldn't help raising her little head with great interest, and looked at Zhong Lixun eagerly.

Pointing at Xiao Huo Miao, his voice was soft and waxy, "Is this, is this an offensive spell?"

"Um."

The young man smiled lightly and nodded.

Leaning slightly again, leaned closer to the small flame and observed it for a while.

However, he laughed even more, "But you little Mars, for now, you don't have any attack power."

"Of course, if you can keep cultivating, one day you will be able to unleash a bigger ghost flame."

He whispered softly, as if comforting, and patted Xiang Xing's shoulder lightly.

The amber-like eyes gleamed with surprises.

This little girl's talent as a ghost is really not ordinary.

If it can be taught, it is uncertain...

Thinking about it, Zhong Lixun's delicate eyes swayed a few times, and the corners of his mouth suddenly darkened.

"Little girl, let me ask you,"

The boy's hand resting on Xiang Xing's exquisite shoulder moved slightly, gently turning her around and facing him.

He smiled lowly, bowed his head slightly, and leaned in front of her.

The delicate and perfect outline is getting closer, and under the shroud of the moonlight, the temperament is more gentle and elegant.

His eyes were vaguely solemn, his voice was hoarse, and he asked lightly, "Do you want to resolve your grievances as soon as possible and reincarnate, or do you want to stay in the world and cultivate with the goal of turning into a demon?"

He said, straightened up again, and added.

"Reincarnated, you can forget all the sorrows and troubles of this life, and become a new person; if you cultivate into a demon, you can be reborn in this life's attitude, but I don't know how long it will take..."

"I don't want to be reincarnated, I want to live on."

Xiang Xing didn't want to finish listening to the boy's tirade, and made a straightforward choice.

She hooked her lips lightly and chuckled lightly, and blinked softly at Zhong Lixun, her eyes filled with firmness, "There are some things, some people, I don't want to forget."

"……so."

The young man froze for a while, then nodded with a smile.

Really a serious guy.

However, for some reason, when he heard her say the words "some people", he inexplicably felt that these three words meant something.

It seems to point to...

……Ah.

Thinking about it, Zhong Lixun paused for a while and gently shook off the thoughts in his mind.

have a bee in one's bonnet.

"Okay, since you choose to cultivate, I can help you."

The boy smiled softly.

Suddenly, he squeezed his chin lightly again and tilted his head slightly, as if thinking about it for a while.

"Well... so, every one, three or five days, I'll come to the school and teach you how to cultivate, okay?"