Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Take a look, take a look! The housekeeping song "Magpie Bridge Club" of our Kunlun Puppet Class is about to start~!"

As soon as he shouted, more and more tourists gathered around to watch the fun.

Xiang Xing learned from the onlookers that this puppet troupe is a well-known opera troupe in the Kunlun area, famous for performing puppet shows.

The craftsmen who make puppets and puppets are not ordinary people. Not only do the puppet dances lively and lifelike, but they also sing the opera very well.

It's just that this puppet class only makes a special trip to Kunlun City to perform on big festivals like Qixi Festival. On weekdays, it is very casual and wanders everywhere.

Therefore, it is a rare thing to encounter a puppet show with a puppet class, not only for the people of Kunlun City, but also for tourists from all over the world.

Listening to the discussion of the people around him, the little guy suddenly felt that he had hit the jackpot, and Wu Jing's soft eyes were full of anticipation.

Soon, the performance begins.

As the name suggests, "Magpie Bridge Club" sings exactly the protagonist of the begging festival - the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

The two puppets playing the role of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are really alive under the thread pulling of the craftsman.

The performance starts and turns, accompanied by the gripping singing of the artist, which is gentle and poignant.

It made the audience around him gradually become insane.

The sensual little girls quietly wiped away their tears with a handkerchief.

Soon, the performance reached the climax of the reunion of the magpies building bridges and crossing the Cowherd and Weaver Girl Galaxy.

The melodious string music sounded, and everyone only heard a "bang!" A thick white mist suddenly exploded on the stage.

The fog dissipated, as if it had really become a cloud-filled galaxy.

Immediately afterwards, a group of lifelike puppets and magpies flew in, forming a bridge across the galaxy.

The most amazing thing is that every magpie, whether it is calling or posture, is not the same. If there is a silver thread on its back, everyone would almost think of this group of wooden birds as living creatures. thing.

However, when all this is serious to Xiang Xing, it is really different.

She had already seen that the group of wooden magpies in front of her were indeed transformed into ghosts of birds.

Even the two puppets who played the Cowherd and Weaver Girl were two plant spirits.

Of course, these are only relatively low-level spirits.

The one who really controls them behind the scenes and directs the entire puppet show is a big goblin with even stronger spiritual power.

Moreover, in terms of breath, it is very similar to her.

Not only was the spiritual power of her phoenix tail feathers fluctuating, she also faintly noticed that the other party was actually a bird.

If that's the case, then nine times out of ten, it's the person she's looking for on this trip!

Thinking about it, the little guy nodded, lowered his hands, and rubbed the head of Duck Duck, who was dozing off beside him.

[Duck, look at the GPS map. ]

[Hey. ]

As soon as the voice fell, the long-lost GPS map appeared in front of Xiang Xing.

I saw that on the map, there was indeed a large light-blue target, located in the backstage of the troupe.

Knowing this result, Xiang Xing blinked softly, pulling up Duck and trying to get out of the audience.

However, the moment she turned around, she suddenly felt an inquiring gaze, which quietly came from behind the troupe and landed on the back of her head.

The little guy paused, still pretending not to pay attention, and nimbly got out.