Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"..."

Arron felt his body froze suddenly.

Before she even had time to react, she suddenly felt the world spinning in front of her...

After that, he fell straight on his back, and fell to the ground lightly, losing consciousness.

"...Sister Arong? Sister?"

The little bun, who was still in her arms, was taken aback by this sudden change, so he couldn't help sitting on top of her, stretched out his tender and chubby little meat hand, and slapped her face once and for all. .

How did Xiao Baozi know that he happened to be sitting on the golden talisman.

And the golden talisman, even more so, began to slowly absorb the spiritual power in his body, and then quietly transferred to A Rong's left atrium.

At the same time, in A Rong's subconscious, a large number of memory fragments rushed in like a tide...

"Sister Arong! Woohoo!..."

Seeing that Arong hadn't woken up for a long time, the little bun was so frightened that he cried.

...

into the night.

Xiang Xing and Zhong Lixun returned home.

However, I saw almost a large family of people and "people" gathered in the living room with solemn expressions.

Their precious son was sitting in the arms of his grandmother, crying.

A Rong and Zhong Lijing disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Xing couldn't help frowning in confusion, stepped forward and asked lightly, "What happened?"

"...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Mommy!!"

When Xiao Baozi heard Mommy's voice, he couldn't help but jump out of Shi Qin's arms and threw it towards Xiang Xing.

He hugged her calf and cried bitterly, "I, I killed Sister Arong sitting down..."

"……what?"

Xiang Xing was confused.

no.

How could A Rong be killed by her baby... In the form of A Rong's soul, just take out a pair of scissors and cut her into several pieces, and she can recover on her own.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help raising her soft eyes and looked at the man beside her.

In the bottom of the man's eyes, the same doubts as hers appeared, and he shook his head.

He pondered for a while, and couldn't help but turn his eyes to Shi Qin: "What's going on?"

"We wouldn't be sitting here if we wanted to know."

Shi Qin reluctantly spread out her hands, and clenched her chin toward Zhong Lijing's door upstairs, "Your eldest brother is healing her, and he won't let us go in and see."

"……so."

Zhong Lixun frowned even more deeply.

The amber eyes flickered for a while, and he seemed to think of something again, and raised his brows slightly.

Immediately, he bent down and picked up the crying little bun.

Reaching out, he brushed lightly on the chubby ass.

But for a moment, Xiang Xing saw his eyes light up, and the corners of his crimson lips were lightly hooked.

"Mom, don't worry about it."

The man chuckled softly, his eyes turned to the closed door, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Compared to this, you should hurry up and cook a pot of Shiquan Dabu soup for eldest brother."

"……what?"

Not only Shi Qin, but all the ghosts and spirits in the room were dumbfounded.

But seeing Zhong Lixun returning the little bun biting his finger back to Xiang Xing's arms, he suddenly raised his hand to make a fist and squeezed it a few times.

The tone was overly kind, "Using my son to save his wife, he is quite shrewd in this little abacus..."

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【The show is over! 】

[Prediction of the next plane: ancient words and ancient sayings, astrology prophecies of small country teachers x death and unbelief in evil generals]

[I'm so afraid that you guys are leaving, please don't leave, okay?]

good afternoon.

Thank you for my reward for bringing salt and ink dyeing~