Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

--wrong!

This guy is obviously an emperor with brocade clothes and jade food, how can he play pebbles? !

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help swallowing his throat, and then he looked at the man who was playing with seriousness and interest with an extremely strange look.

The man didn't lift his head, he already understood what she meant.

The corners of the thinly shriveled lips curled slightly.

"When I was a child, I used to see Antu and the others playing, so I forced them to teach me."

After saying the first words, he didn't forget to continue throwing stones in his hand, "What else can I do to turn the flower rope, jump the grid, throw sandbags... I can do it too."

Xiang Xing: "..."

The scope of this guy's decathlon is quite broad.

...

The two little girls just watched the big man throwing stones for a while.

Until a shadow guard quietly stepped forward and reported to the first speech: "Master, City Master Lu has left."

"Um."

The first words responded softly, and continued to throw the stones in his hands.

After a moment of silence, he said lightly again, "Follow Lu Wantian. If he has any unusual whereabouts, please report to me quickly."

"Yes."

The shadow guard stepped back.

Before long, Liu Feng, who had been guarding the entrance of the tent, also came.

"Sir, Wang Ye can't sit still anymore, and he seems to want to leave."

As soon as the words fell, the stone in the man's hand was also thrown to the last step, and he took a smooth and perfect ending.

Xiao Qing'er, who was watching from the side, couldn't help applauding excitedly: "Big brother is amazing!"

"Come on, play slowly."

The first word smiled and returned Shi Zi'er to her.

Then he got up slowly, the small smile that had just appeared at the corner of his mouth, but was quickly put away when he turned his face to the side.

His voice also sank, "Go back and give me a good look at No. 1 Lian. Unless necessary, he must not leave the disaster relief camp for half a step."

Thinking about it, he added another sentence, "By the way, try to arrange some drudgery for him, except to save people."

"……Yes."

Liu Feng blinked his eyes, but agreed to retreat.

Xiang Xing pursed her lips, quietly raised her soft eyes, and looked at the man's angular, handsome face.

Seeing that most of his lips were hidden between the corners of his slightly restrained lips, with a touch of hatred for iron not becoming steel, the little guy couldn't help but snickered a few times.

He, the emperor's brother, is still very concerned about that stupid fufu's younger brother.

Thinking of this, she sighed softly.

In other words, how would he feel if he knew about the origin of the first Lian in the future, knowing that the first Lian and he were actually half-brothers...

This different father was even the old husband-in-law who secretly coveted his throne.

Just thinking about this intricate and bizarre relationship made Xiang Xing feel a little pain in his head.

It's so complicated and bloody.

Just as she was struggling with her little face, she was making up her mind in a chaotic manner.

However, he suddenly felt a pain in his small forehead, as if someone had tapped his finger lightly.

The little guy suddenly groaned in pain, and while covering his forehead quickly, he pouted and raised his soft eyes gloomily.

I saw that the man had already turned his head to the side, squinting his delicate and slender bewildering eyes, and looked at her amusingly.

There was a faint arc at the corners of his lips: "What are you thinking about? You frown."

"...Even if you're thinking about something, you've knocked it off with your finger, okay?"

Xiang Xing retorted angrily.

I thought not to tell him.