Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay~"

Gong Xuanyue waved his hands to these people in a big way.

He still had a drunken look on his face, Qing Man hooked the corners of Qiangui's lips recklessly, and laughed repeatedly, "Then, this Xuantian forbidden land or something...you little disciples, don't stay for a long time. oh~"

"Go back, go back, the deity will not be given away~"

After all, the man ignored the group of children, turned around, and went straight back to the bamboo house.

With another bang, the door closed.

"..."

The few people outside also knew that it was useless to stay for a long time. After looking at each other for a few times, they also flew with their swords and left Qingyue Valley.

When she was about to fly back to the main peak of Xuantian Sect, Xia Ling suddenly slowed down.

Turning back, he glared at the lush Qingyue Valley resentfully.

She thought about it for a while, and her teeth snapped fiercely.

Immediately, they caught up with the Shen Ye five people in front of them, and they turned their swords and stopped them in front of them.

"... Junior Sister, what's wrong?"

Facing her sudden action, the five senior brothers looked puzzled.

But seeing his little junior sister paused, her eyes softened, her hands clasped together in a pleading plea.

Said: "Senior brothers, I... I have something to do, and I need to go down the mountain. If Master asks for a while, please help me detour, okay?"

"what?"

Several senior brothers couldn't help but stunned, and said subconsciously, "Junior sister, you are going..."

However, before they finished speaking, they saw that Xia Ling didn't say any more, and Yu Jian left Xuan Tianzong and charged towards the south.

Seeing this scene, the doubts on the faces of several people are even more.

Speaking of...

The junior sister didn't say anything, she took the initiative to leave the five of them and acted alone.

Seems like it's the first time.

Thinking about it, the five brothers and sisters felt the dullness in their hearts at the same time.

But he couldn't, he could only go back to the main peak silently.

...

in the bamboo house.

"Hey~! Young people today are too lazy to practice down-to-earth, so they are going to take the crooked way of absorbing other people's inner alchemy, tsk tsk tsk..."

Gong Xuanyue sipped his newly stolen fine wine, and waved his hands casually to restore Xiang Xing to his original state.

When he drank more than half of the gourd's fine wine, he really got himself drunk.

Suddenly he laughed a few times, his slender elbows and arms lightly supported the Eight Immortals Table, and slightly supported his head.

The other hand, like a soul-caller, moved towards the little fat man who was standing on the head of the bamboo bed.

His tone was light and gentle, as if he was teasing the second-skinned face of a woman from a good family.

"..."

Although it felt a little weird, Xiang Xing still fluttered his small wings and flew in front of him.

She tilted her head and thought for a while, and her heart suddenly became firm.

He couldn't help but muster up his courage and walked to the slender hand holding the wine gourd unconsciously.

Facing the well-knotted back of the palm, he gave him a few pecks.

"hiss……"

The man gasped for a moment, and his head seemed to be a little awake due to the needle-like pain.

He couldn't help but let go of the wine gourd, he smiled helplessly, and pressed the little fat chirp on the table with his big hand.

Rubbing vigorously, "Little thing, this is because you are too daring to peck your deity?"

"...I just want to remind you, Master,"

The little guy grunted and struggled to get out of the big palm.