Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Xiang Xing didn't know how long he had been crying.

In short, by the time she released all her unease, fear and worry, everyone had already been held by Yan Heng and returned to the Xibianguan camp.

She twitched her little nose and slowly regained her senses.

On the contrary, he first saw a handsome face with a strong exotic style, familiar and flat, and he was covering his mouth and looking at her desperately with a smile.

"..."

The little guy's cheeks suddenly blushed, he couldn't help squinting his soft eyes tightly, and digging hard into his man's arms.

"...Hahahahaha!!"

Sallie couldn't hold it any longer, and burst into laughter.

Smiling, he didn't forget to spit out the cheap, "I just cried like a bear child in front of the 50,000 army, why didn't I see you shy?"

"..."

Xiang Xing's ears became even hotter.

She couldn't, so she could only tighten Yan Heng's waist and muttered angrily, "You let him out..."

"it is good."

Yan Heng rubbed the little head that was about to smoke, and also concealed the slightly raised lips.

With a light cough, the gentle color in his eyes disappeared, and he gave Sha Lie a cold look.

"Get out."

"...Hey, this hall is also the eldest prince of the barbarian race. How dare you, a little general, call me like this!"

Sallie slapped the table pretending to be angry, and retorted irritably.

The next second, in the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a small general calmly picking up the bow and arrow beside him.

He was so terrified that he was instantly cute.

Get up quickly and step back.

"Then what... don't forget, ask your emperor for a thank you gift from the palace for your righteous help!"

He laughed and shouted, his figure flashed, and he walked out of the tent.

"call……"

Feeling the atmosphere around him no longer in the way, Xiang Xing breathed a sigh of relief and his body relaxed.

The little head reluctantly lifted up from the armor that she had wiped with snot and tears, and her moist soft eyes blinked.

But when he met the man's strong eyes with a deep smile, he glared, and a little embarrassed, he turned away from the other side.

"You and I……"

She puffed out a soft face, and subconsciously said nonsense, "I, I cried because I was hurt by your armor..."

"right?"

Yan Heng sneered lowly.

Mo Mu swayed slightly arbitrarily, and his voice suddenly became hoarse, "Then, please help me to remove it, Madam?"

"...Who is your wife! Talk nonsense!"

Xiang Xing blushed again.

The little hand moved subconsciously to remove his armor.

The armor was removed, but she jumped out of his embrace and stepped back.

Holding his little nose, he looked at the man resentfully, his nasal voice was thick and soft, "You smell like sweat, don't come near me."

Yan Heng was amused by her and laughed.

He raised his brows slightly, raised his delicate jaw slightly towards the little guy, and smiled more arbitrarily: "I don't believe that under your skirt armor, it doesn't taste the same."

"...The girl's family is fragrant even if she sweats!"

Xiang Xing stomped his foot and retorted angrily.

Unexpectedly, the man got up and approached her with a smile.

"Then can you prove it to me?"

...

later.

Xiu Jin, who had exhausted his inner breath, gasped, and his body, together with the dark guard who assassinated him, was sent back to Xiuyue Kingdom.

Even though the monarch of Xiuyue Kingdom was angry and heartbroken, he did not dare to say anything.

He sent someone to kill his son, and they even packaged the evidence and sent it back.

In addition to this battle, he lost a lot of troops, and it was difficult for him to get together again for a while.

Can only bear it.

good afternoon~