Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

But...

If she went to tell Yan Heng directly, he would definitely laugh at himself and think about nonsense.

Thinking of this, Xiang Xing couldn't help grabbing the crested cane and pounding his little head irritably.

It caused the passing soldiers to look strangely sideways.

"Is the little country teacher... practicing the latest astrology?"

"How can anyone practice spells by knocking their heads!...Maybe they are practicing iron head kung fu!"

"Why does she practice iron head kung fu?"

"You forgot, a few days ago, didn't the small national teacher still want our general to teach her martial arts? The general didn't say that her basic skills are not at home, so she won't let her learn it."

"But Tietou Gong is not a basic kung fu..."

The soldiers, you and I, discussed endlessly, walking past Xiang Xing.

As everyone knows, the words of several people have caused her inspiration to surge, and her soft eyes can't help but sparkle.

Yup!

...

"...you want to learn archery?"

Looking at the little guy who was holding a pair of sophisticated bows and arrows and stood in front of him with a serious face, Yan Heng couldn't help frowning in astonishment, and there was a strange look in his eyes.

"That's right!"

Xiang Xing laughed, raised the big bow in his hand that was flickering from Wang Hai, and stood up almost as tall as her whole body, with soft eyes flashing.

Nodding solemnly.

However, there was a hint of displeasure on the man's face.

He sighed and stepped forward to rub his soft little head.

There seemed to be a bit of displeasure on his face, "Xing'er, do you think I can't protect you, so you want to learn martial arts?"

In the past month, it was not the first time that he heard her move towards martial arts.

What kind of martial arts does this girl's family learn, the sword has no eyes, what should I do if it hurts.

Wouldn't it be better for him to pet, love, and hold?

The more the man thought about it, the more he felt a little stuck in his heart.

"...Xing'er doesn't think so!"

Seeing Yan Heng's unhappy face, Xiang Xing rolled his eyes softly, hurriedly threw away the bow in his hand, and rushed towards him.

He wrapped his arms around his waist and coaxed softly, "Brother Yan Heng, don't be unhappy, listen to Xing'er's explanation first, okay?"

The sweet, glutinous, numb voice made the soldiers around couldn't help but grimaced, coughed lightly, and retreated three feet...

The man stiffened.

After a while, it was Panasonic's shoulders.

"Then explain."

He gently surrounded her, looked down at her lightly, and saw what flowers she could say.

I saw the little head in my arms shook a few times, and the apricot-colored eyes also swayed slightly.

After a while, she pursed her pink lips, as if thinking very hard.

After that, he raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, his eyes were erratic, and he said hesitantly: "That... people just want... yes, I want to go hunting! I want to roast pheasants and roast wild rabbits to eat..."

The more Xiang Xing said, the more guilty he became, and his voice gradually lowered.

Hearing that, Yan Heng couldn't help laughing secretly.

Lying is so lame.

... However, it seems that it is strange and pitiful.

Although she still didn't know why she wanted to practice martial arts, the man's heart finally softened and he couldn't bear to reject her anymore.

"okay,"

He shook his head, and his hands suddenly held Xiang Xing's soft face.

Then he leaned down, bowed his head, and kissed her gently.

The crimson lips slightly hooked, "I'll just teach you, eh?"

"……Really!"

The little guy's eyes were bright, and his little face was like a flower in full bloom, and he smiled sweetly.