Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Although this is a world of fantasy and immortal cultivation, the daily life of mortals in the lower world is not much different from that of ordinary people in ancient times.

At that time, the splendid main road of Kunlun City was lit up with lanterns, and people came in an endless stream.

There are all kinds of stalls, selling lanterns, making small weaving products, frying Qiqiao Festival delicacies and fruit, selling marriage charms, or all kinds of loose immortals turned into magic sticks, and they are directly given to those who are karmic...

Don't be funny.

Of course, this lively atmosphere is not the most attractive to Kunlun people and tourists.

It was the three people who suddenly appeared on the street of the temple fair in the evening.

The young man in the moon-white gown had a handsome face, with a wanton sultry smile all the way, and looked at the wine stalls on both sides with interest from time to time.

However, whenever he glanced at the exquisite little beauty who was wearing a red dress by his side and held his arm intimately throughout the whole process, he would jump up vigorously and beat him on the head.

In a milky voice, she taught me that drinking less will hurt my body and so on.

On the side of the two of them, there was a white fat boy who was about five or six years old, but calmly followed.

While eating the candied haws in his hand silently, he looked at these two with disgust.

So much so that I don't know if it was three brothers and sisters, or a strange combination of a family of three, and it became the most eye-catching presence on the street of this temple fair.

...

"...Ah! The xiaolongbao over there is so delicious!... There are also fried cakes here!...Oh, the puppet show is about to start!..."

Along the way, Xiang Xing kept visiting the stalls, eating and drinking here, and when he encountered interesting gadgets, he would stop immediately and stop to watch.

Almost forgot what the three of them came here for.

Gong Xuanyue didn't rush, she let her play along the way, and urged herself...

To be honest, after living for so many thousands of years, it was the first time that he felt very happy to be urged.

In the past, as long as the senior brothers gave a few words of advice, he would just throw the table and leave.

now...

Thinking about it, the man raised his brows lightly, and the smile on Qiangui's thin lips became deeper and deeper.

He couldn't help but take two quick steps forward, then turned around and stopped the little guy who was in an infinite tangle.

Leaning slightly, she lightly pressed her slender shoulders, and smiled softly: "You and Ah Hua go to the puppet show first, and I'll buy you fried pancakes and xiaolongbao, okay?"

"Yeah!"

Xiang Xing heard the words, his black soft eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help nodding like garlic.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Master...Ayue! Hehe~"

The little guy smiled sweetly, but suddenly stood on tiptoe and approached.

On the man's lustrous white and clear face, he snorted loudly~

After that, he raised his soft eyebrows narrowly, and immediately dragged a reluctant duck to the puppet show booth...

"..."

Gong Xuanyue froze in place with a stunned expression.

After a while, she regained her senses, raised her hand, and gently stroked the position where she had just snorted.

Immediately, he let out a low laugh, and the dark purple eyes flowed with brilliance.

this little guy.

...

the other end.

Xiang Xing pulled Duck Ya, relying on the advantages of the smaller size of the two, and directly entered the innermost part of the audience circle of the puppet troupe.

At that time, the symphony of gongs and drums also happened to sound.

A middle-aged man dressed as a class leader is beating a big gong and shouting:

This plane is also known as - Little Phoenix Travels...