Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

——In short, he looks more like a dandy boy, not the kind of cultivator who is as cold and indifferent as the flower of Gao Ling as she knows.

Xiang Xing was speechless when he saw it.

There is also a bit of unease.

This person... No, this old fairy, looks a little unreliable.

"...Although my master looks like an old ruffian, don't worry, he is one of the best in this world of cultivating immortals, and can hang Xia Ling and her harem for hundreds of streets!"

Ya Ya raised her eyebrows frantically, desperately trying to honor her master.

As everyone knows, at this moment, there was a burst of free and easy laughter outside the door...

"Hahahahaha~!!"

Although the man's voice was as clear as a gurgling spring, there was boundless rippling between the words and syllables.

And a bit of drunkenness, "Hua, why are you bragging about the deity again? Although it's true, the deity will be embarrassed~"

The man's end sounded rippling, as if he could materialize a wavy line, smashing towards Xiang Xing crazily.

However, what she cared about was not the voice of this Immortal Venerable Ambassador of Happiness.

Rather...

"...You, your name is Hua?"

When Little Fat Tweet heard the word "A Hua", she immediately tried her best to hold back her laughter, and even Tweet Chiu's cheeks were reddened by her.

Ah Hua!

The name, oh~

It really goes well with duck.

"..."

In this regard, Ya Ya had nothing to say, she could only roll her eyes dejectedly and stand aside.

I was already slapped in the face because of being slapped, and I was so embarrassed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in...

After a while, the bamboo door opened again.

A familiar rich aroma of wine immediately poured into Xiang Xing's nostrils with the majesty blowing in from outside the door.

I saw that the robe was messy and slightly open, and the free and easy handsome man who was very drunk was carrying a large wine gourd, swaying, and walking upside down in the direction of the bamboo bed.

Then jumped up.

Lying on the bamboo bed.

"...Master, how many jins and taels did you drink?"

Ya Ya came up to him with a headache, took the gourd from his hand, and put it back on the shelf.

I just heard the man keep laughing.

He raised his slender fingertips, swayed slowly, with a hazy face, "This deity drinks, never counts a few pounds..."

"Let's talk about it... Today, this is the old man of the Youran Sect, who has treasured the Langhuan fine wine for five thousand years... How much, the deity can drink it... hiccup~"

As he spoke, he suddenly burped.

The little fat chirp who provoked him subconsciously frowned and stepped back with a look of disgust.

"Well……?"

The movement of her backing back caught the man's attention.

I saw that he shrugged subconsciously, and Qingjun's charming face slowly turned to her.

But after a moment's delay, he sneered suspiciously, "This... Who is this holy?"

"..."

Duck was speechless.

Seeing the strange look of a certain little fat chirp, he couldn't help crying without tears, "Master, you are so drunk as a bird, can't you even recognize the little phoenix you picked up by yourself!?"

"Oh, I have an impression... hiccup~"

The man nodded slowly, but laughed and hiccupped again.

Immediately afterwards, as if he didn't care, he closed his purple eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

"...Is this really reducing the difficulty?"

Xiang Xing once again sent out a soul torture.

Maybe she's here to take care of this drunkard Immortal Venerable...