Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Thinking of this, Liu Feng was not sure what to do for a while.

As everyone knows, the first Lian, who was watching from the side, narrowed his eyes in a complicated way after seeing this scene.

He looked at Qing'erniang, and then at his own hand. Inexplicably, something strange popped up in his heart, but he couldn't help but imagine a hunch in that direction.

Seeing that Liu Feng and Xiao Nan were helpless against Qing Erniang, Qing Erniang's situation became more and more serious.

"……let me!"

He pursed his lips, gave a low drink, walked forward, and squatted on the other side of Qing Erniang.

He gently grabbed her hand, and immediately began to investigate with the mental technique taught by Wei Hongling.

...

The more he probed inward, the more shock he felt in his heart at first, and gradually became extremely cold.

If it is as he thought, it is the unique inner life of the master's family.

And it is the most sinister and most intense external attack and internal interest...

But he didn't understand.

Master, she is obviously such a kind woman, she even saved his life... But why do you do this to these innocent people?

Is it because she is the queen of Bayang?

But Ba Yang and Hai Qi have no grievances or enmity on weekdays...

However, even though he couldn't think of a reason, the first Lian still gritted his teeth and tried to dispel the poison in Qing Erniang's body.

Now, of course, saving lives is the most important thing.

He is the king of Anyang of Haiqi country, how can he not save his own people.

...

Fortunately, Qing Erniang's symptoms were finally relieved under the first wave of breath regulation, and she stopped twitching and screaming in pain.

Seeing this scene, Liufeng Xiaonan and the surrounding people were all greatly relieved.

Even a few foreign aid martial arts experts who felt that Yi Lian did nothing on weekdays, just sat in the main tent and pretended, and had a little temperament of a young master, gave Yi Lian a second look.

It seems that this Anyang King is not an ignorant person.

"...Thank you, big brother!"

After watching her mother being carried to the tent by the shadow guards to rest and recuperate, Xiao Qing'er turned around, threw a thud, and knelt down directly to the first Lian, "Thank you for saving Qing'er's mother!  … "

She cried and was about to kowtow to the first Lian.

The man came back to his senses, and hurriedly took the lead to stop Xiaoqing'er's movements.

But she didn't say anything, just rubbed her messy little head, then stood up again, with a complicated look on her face, silently and quickly walked out of the camp.

Seeing this, Liu Feng couldn't help but want to stop.

But he was stopped by Xiao Nan next to him, and gave him a faint wink.

...

After half an hour.

In the northern suburb of Ximeng City, the disaster relief camp is in the branch.

After listening to the report from the Shadow Guard from the main camp about the series of disturbances just now, the first remarks couldn't help but exchanged glances with Xiang Xing.

"It seems that he should have found it."

The first word nodded lightly.

"But Young Master Liufeng still didn't stop the prince and let him run away."

The shadow guard sighed, his face a little embarrassed, "Master, you said that the lord, will he go back and report to that auntie?"

"Then see what he thinks."

The man snorted softly, and the corners of his lips curved up slightly.

The delicate and slender eyes narrowed slightly, and their eyes darkened, "If he can't fully understand, then there is no need to keep this imperial brother alone."