Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Jun face tangled.

——This, it seems, is really what he saw wrong.

"Okay, don't waste your time here."

A young man who was the most handsome among the five, who looked like the leader, stood up solemnly.

With his eyes fixed, he continued to instruct the other four, "Let's go find it quickly, or the little junior sister won't know how long she will cry!"

"Yes, Big Brother!"

The group thought about the little junior sister who was crying so much that it was raining.

Busy with this senior brother, he summoned five long swords, Yu Jian flew, and left separately.

...

Confused, Xiang Xing suddenly felt a pair of slender palms and gently held her up.

The temperature in her palm was extremely warm, which made her feel much more comfortable when she was about to be drenched by the rain.

However, immediately after, an extremely strong smell of alcohol suddenly filled her nostrils.

It is different from the smell of drinking too much wine, but a mellow wine aroma.

Even though she was a drop of her physique, smelling this smell actually felt very soothing and comfortable.

...

I do not know how long it has been.

After a long time, the little guy regained consciousness, and Heidou's soft eyes slowly opened again.

He glanced around in confusion.

She seems to have come to a room made of bamboo.

The furnishings in the house are simple and elegant, and all kinds of ornaments and furniture are also very classical.

There seemed to be a faint herbal scent in the air.

Well.

The little guy smacked his mouth and thought about it.

Is it an ancient one, a doctor's family?

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing subconsciously twisted the round and pierced body and got up.

After standing still, he continued to look at the small bamboo house.

The bamboo house is not big, it is divided into two houses, one big and one small.

She is standing in the big room now, with a bamboo bed at her feet, and a small bamboo table not far in front of her.

Except for some rattan chairs and bamboo cabinets, there is a tall shelf next to the bamboo door.

There are all kinds of bottles and jars on it...

And a neat row of wine jars.

This reminded her of the aroma of wine that she smelled when she was dizzy.

——Looks like a doctor who likes to drink.

The little guy nodded his head as if he didn't understand.

Just as he was about to continue to observe, suddenly, a light and small footsteps came from far and near from outside the door.

Xiang Xing was startled, and Fat Jiu's body trembled subconsciously.

Yes, who is here?

Soon, the bamboo door was gently pulled open.

I saw a little boy wearing a moon-white short shirt, light gray bloomers, and braids, who looked like he was about six or seven years old. He was carrying a tray and came in jittery.

Seeing that the little fat chirp on the bed had woken up and was huddled in the corner of the bed, shivering and staring at himself extremely uneasy, the little boy instead brightened his dark eyes with joy and shouted.

"Axing, you wake up!"

"……Uh?"

Hearing the familiar nickname, and looking at those big eyes that were round and watery, but inexplicably made her a little mung bean-eyed, Xiang Xing couldn't help being sluggish.

Difficult, is it...

She swallowed, but still wasn't sure.

I had to ask cautiously, "You, you are..."

"It's me! I'm Duck Duck!"

The little boy couldn't help putting down the tray, and rushed over with an excited look on his face, with the chubby hand resting on the bamboo bed.

He stared at Xiaofei with big eyes and quacked.