Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"..."

The man didn't speak, he just raised his slender shoulders, lowered his head, and stared deeply at her.

In the left atrium, the beating became more violent.

The corners of the pale rose lips suddenly curled into an unusually brilliant arc, and she nodded solemnly, "Okay."

...

The two stayed together for a while.

Gradually, Xiang Xing suddenly felt that something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere.

After a while, she was easily picked up horizontally and walked out of the study.

In the ear, only the man's hoarse whisper with a hidden smile remained.

"Since I want to live a good life, can I start to exercise my rights as a husband?"

"..."

So, there are some people who try their best to get a bargain, and even pretend to be good-looking complacently.

An hour later, Xiang Xing, who was nestled in the big flower roll and humming like an ostrich, thought so while staring at the exquisite handsome face full of satisfaction.

——

Another night of thunderstorms.

Wearing a ventilator, Zhu Yu'an, who was lying on the hospital bed day after day, silently looked at the roads outside the window, illuminating the night like thunder in the day.

The turbid pupils reflected the pattering rain, letting them fall into the eyes again and again.

The old man bent his eyes, and the corner of his mouth pulled a slight arc stiffly.

Ah.

Every night like this, he would think of that night.

The night he ended her life with his own hands.

Luo Qingya, no matter what, you will come back to me.

The old man thought about it coldly, slowly closed his eyes, and continued his sleep today.

Tonight, he fell asleep faster than before.

It didn't take long to come to the dream.

In the few days left, the old man prefers the dream world.

In this place, he didn't have the diseases all over his body, no matter his body shape or appearance, he still had the majestic appearance of that year.

It's a pity that during the days when the puppet was lost, the melancholy sound that made him so excited and maddened disappeared in his dream.

It's a lot boring.

Thinking about it, Zhu Yu'an in the dream smiled deeply, waved away the brown-green cloak, and walked along the dark road in front of him, as usual.

Looking forward to it in my heart, I don’t know what I will dream about today.

pity.

When he came to the end of this dark road.

What appeared in front of my eyes was not the colorful and colorful world.

Instead, there appeared a dim and bleak wilderness where not a single blade of grass grew.

The sharp cries of vultures and crows resounded through the yellow-gray sky, and all kinds of strange cries and cries were faintly undulating all around.

This made Zhu Yuan feel a little uneasy in his heart.

Tonight...was it a nightmare?

No, he can't have nightmares.

It is impossible for his body, his heart and cerebral blood vessels to withstand the stimulation of nightmares.

Thinking about it, the old man closed his eyes, and directly recited the Qingxin Jue taught by Zhao Feng, trying to dispel this nightmare actively as usual.

However.

This time, his Qingxin Jue actually didn't work at all!

And because of his silent recitation, the sense of coldness and desolation in this wilderness became more and more serious...

Soon, Zhu Yu'an directly heard a series of small sounds, like the sound of chains and shackles dragging the floor, coming from far and near behind him.

He didn't want to look back, but turned around uncontrollably.

However, looking back for a moment, I saw clearly the two figures in front of me, one black and one white, who seemed to have known each other.

The old man was so frightened that his heart trembled fiercely.

what happened.

Why, he dreamed of these two soul-hunting masters!

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