Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"..."

Yan Heng frowned suspiciously, but still reached out to take it.

"What is this."

"You'll know when you see it."

Xiang Xing didn't say anything, just smiled and winked softly at him.

After that, he turned around again and hopped back to the tent.

The man held the scroll and was silent for a while.

He also turned over and got off the stone, returned to his tent, lit the lamp, and unfolded it.

A row of dense, yet neat and graceful small print came into view.

The brush strokes are flexible, as cute as the owner of this handwriting.

Seeing that the man couldn't help but tick the corners of his lips, he continued to study it carefully.

As he read and read, he gradually opened his thick ink-like eyes, and the hands holding the scroll were clenched unconsciously.

It is nothing else that is carefully listed above, but the various traps that will be encountered on the way to support the army.

These traps are well thought out, and if you are not careful, you may lose a lot.

Looking at it, Yan Heng paused and couldn't help sneering a few times.

This Xiuyue Kingdom is quite interesting.

After secretly remembering those traps and tricks in his heart, the man shifted his gaze and came to the end of the scroll.

The pupils shrank suddenly.

After a while, he silently put down the scroll.

The slightly restrained eyes glanced at the gorgeous little tent outside the window.

After a pause, he raised his hand and tore the scroll into pieces, then threw it into a copper basin and burned it clean.

Heart is awe-inspiring.

If these are true, then he should really step up his pace.

...

the next day.

Before Xiang Xing woke up from his sweet dream, he vaguely heard the noisy and lively shouts outside.

"Well……"

The little guy sniffed his little nose, sat up with a head full of anger, and rubbed his sleepy eyes indiscriminately.

[It's only a few hours, it's so noisy outside...]

She asked Duck Ya angrily in her heart.

[ga~~]

Duck Duck seems to have just woken up, yawning quackly, pinching his wings, [Ugly at three quarters...Fuck, why are you getting up after only four watch! ]

Isn't it five watch on weekdays?

[How would I know……]

Xiang Xing dozed off and crawled out of the bed in a daze.

After thinking about it, she couldn't help undoing the curtain, sticking out her little head and looking outside.

Sure enough, I saw a group of soldiers packing their tents and starting to prepare for their departure.

……so early.

The little guy scratched the back of his head in confusion.

He also quickly woke up, ready to follow the footsteps of everyone.

However, just as she turned around, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in the corner of her eyes.

Steady steps, accompanied by the crisp sound of armor collision, slowly approached her.

"You can sleep quite well."

Yan Heng chuckled lightly and took out Xiang Xing, who was stunned, and put it on the side of the tent.

After that, without saying a word, he crawled in by himself and cleaned up for her very quickly.

The little guy looked confused.

After a pause, two smudges of powder appeared on the soft ball's cheeks.

Why, he has developed to take the initiative to collect the bed for her...

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing felt a little shy.

He hurriedly opened the curtain: "I can collect it myself..."

Before she could write a word, she was surprised to find that the man inside had already packed all her things.

"By the time you pack it up, the team has already gone several miles."

Yan Heng raised his eyes helplessly, and shoved the burden into Xiang Xing's arms.