Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

With her body that can easily be exhausted due to excessive energy, how can she squander so much spiritual power!

After thinking about it, the man couldn't help shaking his head, his words were full of overbearingness that could not be rejected: "Xiang Xing, I won't allow you to watch it any more!"

Even if you want to continue reading, you have to wait until she goes back to drink the medicine.

"what?"

Hearing this, Xiang Xing couldn't help frowning depressedly.

But now, she is more curious.

Thinking about it, the little guy suddenly pursed his mouth silently, and muttered softly, "If I don't figure it out now, I won't be able to sleep tonight..."

"I have plenty of ways to put you to sleep."

Seeing that she was still struggling with sophistry, Wu Chen couldn't help but close his eyes, and without any explanation, he directly hugged the petite body in his arms.

Turning around, he walked out of the side courtyard, and notified Jiang Yang and Mina who were still elsewhere, "The team is back!"

"……so fast?"

Jiang Yang's voice came first from the psionic bluetooth communicator in each hand.

And with a narrow sneer, he deliberately teased, "I said boss, you seem to be a little fast..."

"Do you want to reincarnate?"

The unceremonious and suffocating voice sounded from the communicator, as if he could really do what he said.

Jiang Yang was startled, and he couldn't help coaxing: "I was wrong, I was wrong!"

...

Fortunately, due to Wu Chen's persistence, Xiang Xing was unable to watch the second time.

Because on the way back, she passed out again due to exhaustion of energy...

But this time, she didn't sleep to death.

Instead, I had a strange dream.

In that dream, she seemed to have come to the most prosperous and colorful concession area in Qinghe City at the beginning of last century.

This place is full of feasting and debauchery, on a whole street full of neon lights, there are all kinds of entertainment venues for the upper class, karaoke and dance halls, everywhere.

Among them, the most conspicuous one is Baihuimen, where Luo Qingya, the number one female singer in Qinghe City, is located.

At this time, Luo Qingya should not have retired yet, and her photo was still hanging on the biggest neon sign in Baihuimen.

And her nickname is "Swaying Golden Rose".

Looking at these words, Xiang Xing paused suddenly.

He couldn't help but think of the pattern of roses dotted with gold thread on the puppet's black paint.

Thinking about it, the little guy suddenly felt a little out of control.

I couldn't help but follow the surging crowd and walked directly into the Baihui Gate.

I saw a feast of lights inside, colorful and colorful.

The melodious sound surrounds my ears, and there are all kinds of men and women standing around, closely dependent on each other, swaying with the music.

ballroom? bar? nightclub?

Xiang Xing shook his little head, which was drowsy from the atmosphere, and couldn't help but stare carefully.

Dressed in suits and cheongsams of that era, these men and women spoke softly and behaved gracefully and calmly.

Yet there was an endless air of ambiguity.

As for the one standing on the stage, swaying to the music, singing the melody.

It was Luo Qingya herself.

As for the group of dignitaries in the audience who were cheering and applauding with drunk faces, they were the guests who came here to admire her.

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing couldn't help stepping forward and carefully observing the faces.

However, she did not see Zhu Yu'an's face.

However, there was a figure that made her feel very familiar.

It was a little boy about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a brown beret, holding a drawing board, drawing something under the dim light.