Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"But oh,"

As she spoke, she tilted her little head again, blinking her soft eyes in confusion.

Full of question marks, "It's been a month since I had a nightmare. Why haven't I experienced the symptoms you said, the symptoms of abscesses?"

Is it because she spit out the poison, so the poison is less?

Well, it shouldn't be that simple.

Unexpectedly, the old lady Han behind him burst out laughing.

He turned his head slightly, smiled at the two young men who were slouching, and raised his eyebrows: "You didn't get poisoned because I gave you the antidote in time, grandpa~"

"what?"

Xiang Xing couldn't understand even more.

When did it happen……

"Remember the day we first met?"

The old man shook his head, but continued to smile, "The tea you drank that day, including the secret letter you got, was sprinkled with the antidote of nightmare, and your poison was naturally cured that day. ."

"The fact that you were poisoned was also reported by the secret guards arranged by the emperor in the camp quietly, otherwise he would not have the leisure and elegance to invite me out of the mountain~"

After speaking, the old man smiled complacently.

Xiang Xing's face was full of surprise.

It turned out that the emperor and his old man already knew everything.

This is probably the most wise original plot emperor she has encountered over the years.

"So Xing'er, what nightmare did you have that made you so scared that day?"

The embrace suddenly loosened slightly, but Yan Heng actually turned away from the fear and anger he had just now, lowered his head slightly, and asked softly with a hidden smile.

He thought for a while, his ink eyes narrowed slightly, and the arc outlined by the red lips became deeper, "But it has something to do with you learning from me to use arrows against arrows? You must have dreamed that I was shot to death by random arrows, right? ?"

"...I don't want to tell you."

Xiang Xing pursed his mouth and turned his face to the other side with a hum.

She also thought that she really had some kind of predictive ability bestowed by the gods, and she was really a prophet.

As a result, it was only hallucinations because of poisoning...

Oh, how embarrassing.

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help but sighed quietly.

"...Ahem! You two are fine."

Seeing that the two young people in his family were still ecstatically tired, the old lady Han reluctantly shook his head and coughed softly.

Returning to a positive look, "In my opinion, it's not just the water storage well today. I'm afraid that by the time we rush back, the water source in the whole city has already been poisoned by the bastards from Xiuyue Kingdom."

"And the antidote I have in hand can only work on people with poisonous hair... We have to figure out a way to deal with this matter."

He turned his eyes to Yan Heng solemnly, "Heng'er, what do you think?"

"According to the investigation report made by the scout under my grandson an hour ago, Xiuyueguo decided to send a group of roaming magic sticks after the poisoning of the whole city, and lied that the Master of the Destiny was a calamity star, in order to put pressure on the emperor. "

As Yan Heng spoke, the arm that was holding Xiang Xing suddenly tightened.

The voice was even more hoarse, "I have already placed secret soldiers on the base of this group of gods. At that time, I will take the lead in controlling them."

"As for detoxifying the people of the city..."

The man suddenly smiled lowly, lowered his eyes slightly, and stared at the little guy in his arms.

The delicate brows raised slightly, "Xing'er, can I ask you to do me a favor?"

"certainly!"

Xiang Xing nodded like smashing garlic.

But he blinked his soft eyes suspiciously, "So, what are you busy with?"

The man pursed his lips.

"Your old line, praying for blessings and offering sacrifices to the sky."