Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

He gave her a proper gentleman's salute: "Everything about York Hill, I'll ask you to take care of it for me temporarily."

"Hey, don't worry!"

Aunt Pamir smiled boldly and, as usual, raised her hand and patted his shoulder vigorously.

As if pointing, he turned his hands behind his back, and said with a low voice, "You can't find the things in the York Hills, Franka's group, under my nose!"

"thank you very much!"

Clarence nodded gratefully.

At the end, he seemed to think of something, "By the way, please be sure to use the 'key' I gave you. That's a thank you gift I prepared for you...including the Wangyou Pill that year."

As he said, a faint guilt appeared on the corners of his lips, "The case of stealing the medicine back then was really..."

"Oh, it's been so long, forget it!"

Aunt Pamir laughed cheerfully, interrupting the man's apology.

Immediately, he turned his face slightly and looked towards the east at the sea level.

His eyes were stunned, and he murmured with a smile, "Anyway, there are some things that I don't plan to forget."

"……so."

Clarence raised his brows, remembering the letter that Pamir quietly stuffed to his silly girl last night.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly.

It seems that there is a new story that will set sail with this cruise ship.

...

——[End of this plane]——

...

Enjoy the system space.

Xiang Xing was lying on the soft little cloud bed, staring blankly at the extra one in the space, a transparent cylinder like an oversized thermometer, with question marks all over his face.

"What is this?"

She tilted her little head in confusion, thought for a while, and simply jumped off the little cloud bed, ran forward, and looked up and down the big cylinder.

Well.

On the top of the cylinder, there are actually drawn scales at equal intervals.

Every 10 entries are marked with a number mark.

The little guy opened his eyes in surprise.

Is this really a thermometer?

It's too big.

Moreover, in this super-large thermometer, the strange lavender liquid is still inexplicably stopped at a 101 position.

101... Celsius?

Xiang Xing frowned strangely.

Impossible, this temperature can cook her.

Well, that's not, it's 101 degrees Fahrenheit?

——But to convert it, 101 degrees Fahrenheit is about 38 degrees Celsius.

Thinking of this, the little guy subconsciously patted his arm and cheek.

She has no fever, and the system space is not that hot.

Weird.

"...Oops, Ah Xing, you're awake~"

When Xiang Xing was at a loss, he only heard a loud scream from the sky.

A fat duck fluttered on its small wings, fluttered from the sky above the so-called "boss's office", and stood firmly at her feet.

Seeing that she was staring at the new thing in front of her in a daze, Duck Duck shook her head and couldn't help but smile.

"I don't know what this is, right?"

It swayed the duck's buttocks, spun around, and turned into a Dr. duck-duck shape.

After clearing his throat, he smugly began to popularize science.

"This is your lifespan accumulation slot. We have accumulated a lifespan of 100 years. Therefore, the main terminal has visualized this thing, so as not to be unable to calculate it in the future, and cause any after-sales disputes and the like..."

"...So that's how it is."

The little guy nodded suddenly.