Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"..."

The first sentence paused for a while.

Immediately, he sneered very lightly and nodded slightly, "Yeah."

Then, without waiting for Xiang Xing to continue to ask, he continued, "That is a kind of internal strength that is similar, but not equivalent to ordinary martial arts practitioners."

"This internal force itself is cold in nature. For those who have never practiced martial arts, or those who have a low level of martial arts and are unable to withstand this internal breath, they will naturally suffer from its strong conflict and backlash, and then fall into the sinister poison contained in the internal breath. This set of symptoms appears."

"Is that so..."

After listening to the analysis of the man's deep voice, Xiang Xing couldn't help but nodded thoughtfully.

It sounded like the Xuanming Divine Palm she heard in a martial arts novel.

No wonder this symptom can be resolved with internal breath.

But thinking of this, she still frowned suspiciously and raised her head to look at him.

The bottom of his eyes was full of incomprehension, "However, the inner breath of martial arts is not contagious."

Even if it is Xuanming Divine Palm, with such a large-scale "plague" infection, wouldn't it be necessary for someone to give all the people a palm?

"..."

When she asked this question, the first sentence seemed to pause again.

The arms tightened subconsciously, and the hoarse voice was also lowered a little bit, "Although Gu is not quite sure yet, this strange sinister poison is probably diffused by the surrounding aura. , and then inhaled into the lungs by humans or animals.”

The man said, suddenly raised his hand and lifted the curtain of the car window a little.

Pointing to the slowly receding scenery outside, he smiled and said, "Has the Queen found anything unusual?"

"what……"

Xiang Xing was taken aback by his question, he couldn't help tilting his head, and also looked out.

……Well.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that the receding scenery seemed to slow down more and more.

Seeing this scene, the little guy blinked his soft eyes, and suddenly seemed to realize something, so he couldn't help calling out of the car, "Xiao Nan, have you slowed down the speed of the car?"

"...Huh? No!"

Xiao Nan responded outside.

It seemed to pause for a while, then suddenly whispered suspiciously, "Huh? ... Young Master, Madam, our horse seems to be in a wrong state, it seems to be a little slack..."

Hearing Xiao Nan's doubts, Xiang Xing frowned and couldn't help but look at the first speech again.

Is the horse already...

The man didn't say a word, only slightly curled his lips and nodded slightly.

confirmed her idea.

The little guy couldn't help but straighten his face, and his heart became even more complicated: "This is too scary..."

If it wasn't for her, the first resignation, and Xiao Nan Liufeng's internal strength, wouldn't they have also been recruited.

No wonder it takes a long time to heal...

"It's certainly not the most terrifying."

The first sentence sneered.

His brows knitted together, and the delicate red-brown eyes were faintly stained with a hint of anger and sinister color, "Lu Wantian, the city lord of Ximeng City, is very good at martial arts, and is one of the best in this area of ​​Ximeng. With his strength, it is impossible not to detect the real cause of this plague."

The man said, clenching his hands for a few minutes, and his voice was even more hoarse, "But all the reports from the Ximeng mansion to the court were all written as 'sickness'."

"...This is clearly deceiving."

Hearing this, Xiang Xing sucked in a breath of cold air.

This city lord of Ximeng City doesn't seem to be a good bird.

It is no wonder that the first speech has to prepare another chariot and horses to enter the West Bengal area for secret investigation before the official expedition force.