Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Su Tang stared blankly at the person in front of him.

It's like a little milk cat who suddenly became confused. The hair all over the body looks soft and cute.

The round and moist eyes were opened in surprise, the color of the eyes was clean, black and white were clear, it looked like a young deer, which was particularly pitiful.

Xie Zhiyan looked at the surprised look of the girl's cherry lips slightly parted, couldn't help but hooked her lips again, still pressed his forehead against hers, his voice was soft and soft like a spoiled child.

"So? Does Tangtang like me?"

Su Tang bit her lip, "Hi, I like it."

What the little girl said was sincere.

Whether it is a fairy or a reincarnation.

She likes it all.

Hearing this, Xie Zhiyan burst into a joyful smile instantly, like a spring flower blooming in March, and the elegance and beauty that bloomed in an instant were captivating.

He rubbed Su Tang in a good mood.

"Tangtang, I'm very happy."

It's just an ordinary sentence, but it sounds like a love story to Su Tang's ears.

Even a little irritable inside.

I want to turn off the hint of increasing favorability that keeps dripping.

Su Tang felt that he should change the subject.

Otherwise, the originally very charming atmosphere will be disturbed by the system prompts in my mind...

Su Tang suddenly felt that the strategy hint given to her by the Immortal Venerable was a tattoo very well.

If it is like this second-hand system, just beep a few words if the favorability is increased a little.

Then when she and the reincarnation were indescribable... wouldn't the atmosphere be completely destroyed by the favorability reminder!

wrong.

Pooh!

Why did she suddenly think of going to that kind of place?

Su Tang grinds his teeth.

I think it must be that the previous reincarnations always ate sweets and spoiled her.

As a result, when she saw the reincarnation, she couldn't help but think of the cruel behavior of a certain reincarnation eating candy.

The little girl's eyes wandered, she didn't know what she thought of, and after a while, her cheeks gradually turned red.

Her cheeks, which were originally milky white, turned into deep and shallow crimson.

Xie Zhiyan squeezed the little girl's face funny.

"What are you thinking?"

Su Tang came back to his senses and coughed lightly.

"Nothing, just a little curious, why can you see the writing on my head..."

"It's not just on your head. I can see what's on other people's heads."

Su Tang blinked suspiciously.

With his slender eyelashes half hanging down, Xie Zhiyan explained gently.

"I don't know who you are, but I know that you are different from us."

He has seen too many people staring at the big yellow characters above their heads. Those different people repeat the same thing, repairing umbrellas, bumping into each other by accident, meeting by chance... and then disappearing one by one.

He didn't know where they had gone, and he didn't care.

He just vaguely knew that those people with writing on their heads were different from those without writing on their heads, and they might disappear into this world at any time.

Others are constantly living repetitive lives.

The dynasty was overthrown, and the martial arts world was in turmoil. He didn't know how many times he had seen it.

But when he was annihilated in the flames soaring into the sky, and opened his eyes again, it was the day when he was appointed as a national teacher again.

Xie Zhiyan didn't bother to explore the reason, and he didn't care about all of this.

It's just that occasionally in the dead of night, I feel empty in my heart.

Like waiting for someone.

Waiting for someone who doesn't know when will come.

His long life made him feel little about the passage of time.

until that day—

A little girl in a pale pink dress suddenly appeared in front of him and handed him the umbrella he had lost at some point.

He just felt that the piece that was missing in his heart was also handed over by her.