Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

After calming down, Xiang Xing paused, but suddenly stretched out his small arm from the black cloak, and quickly wrapped it around Clarence's neck.

"Ok?"

Seeing her sudden action, the man was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing and drooping his eyes, the corners of his bright red lips slightly curled up.

"You want to make me believe your little excuse just now by acting like a baby?"

He laughed and pushed her lightly on purpose.

Suddenly, he blinked his eyes recklessly, and raised his brows lightly, "Don't forget, I can read your mind."

"...Then use your mind-reading magic now to see what I'm thinking."

Xiang Xing rolled his eyes and groaned dissatisfied.

He obviously didn't even look at it, so he just speculated about her thoughts.

You'll be slapped in the face after a while, so don't blame her.

"Well, this is what you asked for, don't regret it."

Clarence didn't make any excuses to refuse. He smiled lightly, and a faint golden light flashed in his eyes.

However, after a while, he seemed to have read something unbelievable, his purple and golden pupils shrank suddenly, and a look of astonishment flashed across his face.

That's right, from her current state of mind, the man saw a magnificent and colorful picture.

In the picture, she and him are in the form of their respective blood races, at the foot of Mount York, in the field of wild roses in full bloom.

Sometimes they cuddle happily, and sometimes they laugh and play. The happiness that seems to overflow the screen continues from day to night, heading for another kind of carnival.

reciprocating cycle.

Until Clarence slowly recovered from this scene, he couldn't help closing his deep eyes, ecstatically, but with a hint of uncertainty, he stared deeply at the girl in front of him.

"Are you really willing to go back to York Hill with me?"

The man was extremely cramped and asked cautiously.

"if not?"

I saw Xiang Xing smiled, but spread his arms pretending to be helpless.

He exaggeratedly sighed, "Oh~ Who told me not to be serious at the beginning, but to agree to so many unequal treaties for the sake of a Wangyou Pill... Now I can only admit it~"

She laughed and continued to shrink into the man's sluggish arms.

He raised his small head and looked at him silently, his face gradually changed from shock and astonishment to uncontrollable joy and excitement.

The strong arms were also tightened extremely tightly again.

After lingering for a long time, she finally saw him nodded solemnly.

"Okay... I'll take you back to the place that only belongs to us."

...

soon.

With a series of strong evidence prepared by Franke and his jury, Archbishop Marbury finally fully admitted the crimes he had committed.

In the sentencing court, he was quite different from the excited denial in the previous interrogation.

He just calmly took all the faults on himself, and unconditionally excused all the priests under his command.

No one knows why Marbury gave up his appeal in such a short period of time and pleaded guilty.

However, someone found that on the day he was executed, there was an old harmonica with a very simple style that no one had ever seen before hanging around his neck.

Although the body was decapitated in the end, the harmonica was not taken away by the executioners, but was packed together with Marbury's body and shipped to an unknown place.