Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Jing Rong no longer knew how he left the secret realm.

He only knew that after he became conscious, he would be staying in the execution palace of the Demon Palace.

Shen Cheng was imprisoned by him.

Shen Yizhi, who was opposite him, had already been tormented by him into an inhuman shape, howling frantically, "Kill me, kill me——".

How could Jing Rong kill him.

He glanced at Shen Yizhi who was curled up on the ground in disgust.

I suddenly felt ridiculous in my heart.

It's just such a thing that made him and her little girl look like this?

He threw away the instrument of torture in his hands in disgust, his slender eyelashes drooped, and his black eyes calmly looked at the guard of the magic palace beside him. There was no expression on his gorgeous face like a monster, as if all his emotions had been frozen .

The voice is as indifferent as ice and snow.

"Watch him, don't let them die."

"Yes Yes!"

The guard looked at the expressionless Jing Rong, and suddenly felt that such a calm Jing Rong was even more frightening than the crazy Jing Rong before!

Those decent people who were in the secret realm before were all let go by Jing Rong.

He knew what Su Tang meant by leaving them.

Isn't face the most important thing for Shen Cheng and his son?

Then she just wants everyone to know what they did, and tear off their hypocrite appearance!

Although those people were controlled by Su Tang and turned into candies, they did not lose their hearing. They completely heard what Shen Cheng said in the secret realm.

Shen Cheng didn't expect Su Tang to let these people go, so there was no pressure to speak out about his crimes.

Now, the whole continent has spread, the dirty things done by the first person in the righteous way.

The Xuan Cang Sect was also hit hard, its status declined rapidly, and it no longer had the demeanor of the first sect of the righteous way.

Jing Rong has no interest in these.

Power, beauty, status.

He doesn't want either.

It's just that Su Tang wants to be the boss, so he will flatten the continent and send her off.

All he wanted was one person.

The clothes on his body were the ones he wore on the day Su Tang died.

The clothes were still soaked in the girl's blood.

He doesn't want to change.

He was afraid of changing, and even lost the last thing the little girl left him.

As for the candy that the little girl dropped on his palm when she died, he carefully kept it in the kit Su Tang gave him.

There was still half a bag of candy Su Tang gave him at that time in the kit.

Although Su Tang asked him to eat one a day.

But he couldn't bear it.

The little girl also laughed at him as a miser.

Now it seems that he is very grateful for his "stinginess" back then.

He took out the kit, opened the bag, and held the kit in his white palm.

The candy that Su Tang dropped before he died was exactly the same as the candy that Su Tang had given him before, and if he put it in, he couldn't tell which was which.

The young man lowered his head blankly, and Mo Ran's eyes stared at the kit in his hand without blinking.

Like, look at it.

Just like seeing his little girl.

He lowered his eyes, couldn't help raising his hand, and picked the strawberry candy in the kit.

The boy suddenly frowned suspiciously.

Why do I always feel the sugar in the bag...

It seems a little less?

But the kit was carried with him.

It is impossible for others to touch it.

How could it be... less?

Jing Rong frowned deeply.

The slender fingers flicked the strawberry candy, and then flicked it again.

It doesn't feel wrong.

31 pieces.

4 less than before.

I don't know if he was annoyed by his poking and pinching, a soft strawberry candy slammed into the boy's finger.