Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

With trembling little hands, he slowly compared it to the incomplete puppet leg on the ground.

It fits perfectly.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Xing froze, and couldn't help screaming: "Ah Chen, Ah Chen! It's really... Huh?! Wait..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt that the puppet part in her hand started to tremble strangely...

The little guy was so frightened that he subconsciously let go and threw the part to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that part actually began to move slowly by itself until it reached the right leg of the incomplete puppet.

After that, the two only heard a very crisp "click" sound.

The puppet on the ground returned to its full body.

And rattling, it began to move the joints everywhere.

What is even more astonishing is that just as the puppet was moving and trying to struggle to get up, the silly girl standing behind it, seemed to be controlled by some invisible force, and made almost synchronized movements with the puppet.

Such a scene was extremely strange to Xiang Xing.

Even though she had already bit her lips tightly and strengthened her courage, she still couldn't stand this shocking scene, and could only hug the waist of the man beside her tremblingly.

Fortunately, the man also quickly hugged her into his arms, lowered his voice, and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, it's okay...she didn't mean anything."

To be precise, not only is there no malice.

He even sensed a hint of gratitude.

Not long after, the puppet finally got up from the ground and stood up straight.

After the beautiful eyes painted with oil paint took a deep look at the two of them, the puppet suddenly turned around and faced the stupid girl who had stood still.

Directly, step by step, he walked towards her slowly.

And that silly girl also seemed to have sensed it, and when the puppet man came, she also slowly squatted down.

Finally, he hugged her into his arms.

At the same time, Xiang Xing and Wu Chen saw a faint green light flashing across the girl and the puppet at the same time.

"Ah……"

A light and desolate low laugh came suddenly.

The girl slowly raised her face, her face and the bottom of her eyes were already clear.

I saw her red lips fluttering, and with that profuse and moving voice, she sang a song that the two of them were familiar with.

——

Life 丨Who wouldn't 丨 cherish youth

The little sister is like a thread丨Lang is like a needle

Lang Ya wears together inseparable

...

——Or Zhou Xuan's "Singer Girl at the End of the World"

(This song has nothing to do with this story in reality, so please don’t take it for granted.)

...

After the song was sung, the beautiful and melodious tone still echoed in the valley for a long time.

The stupid girl at this time, no, it should be said that she was the real and complete Luo Qingya, slowly stood up.

After deeply forgetting the two of them once again.

Suddenly he bent down and bowed deeply to the two of them.

"Thank you two for allowing my soul to return to its place..."

"..."

Xiang Xing couldn't help but exchanged glances with Wu Chen.

Neither of them knew what to say.

But hearing Luo Qingya laugh lightly again, she raised her head slowly.

His eyes flickered slightly: "Two psychics, can you listen to my story?"

"...How do you know we are..."

Xiang Xing was startled, and subconsciously covered his mouth and whispered.

Before she finished speaking, the man next to her gently pulled her arm, signaling her to calm down.

I thought about it for a while, and smiled: "It's better to say that we came here just to hear your story."