Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Well... usually, there will be."

Gong Xuanyue spoke in a serious manner, making Xiang Xing dizzy.

But he chuckled lightly for a while, but the conversation turned abruptly, "However, if you eat the medicinal pill that this deity just gave you, you won't be able to."

"I see."

Hearing this, Xiang Xing blinked his soft eyes as if he didn't understand.

So miraculous?

After thinking about it, the little guy frowned again, and continued to ask with a little unease, "But, Master, didn't you say that whether it is cultivation of immortals or spirits, you must be down-to-earth and come step by step? ?"

She is now like this, has it been considered a hang-up?

Something will happen...

Unexpectedly, the man raised his brows and raised the corners of Qiangui's lips very relaxedly.

"Strictly speaking, you are not yet a real transformation."

He calmly held the worried little hand and explained with a smile, "That medicinal pill is called 'Qianhuan', although it does have the effect of enhancing spiritual power and strengthening one's soul, but in general, it is not enough at best. It's a false illusion."

"That is to say, your current transformation is just a temporary phantom... If I remember correctly, after an hour, or dispelling it with external force, you will return to your original shape."

"……I see."

Xiang Xing still didn't understand a little bit, so he could only continue to nod his head ignorantly.

Well.

Simply put, it's fake, it's chemical.

Duang slammed and changed into a magic trick.

...is that face really your own?

The little guy thought, and his eyes couldn't help but cast on the reflection of the illusion mirror again.

The small mouth twitched slightly.

No, she really likes the way she looks now...

"Don't worry, your current appearance is based on your true appearance."

Seeing her doubts, Gong Xuanyue laughed even more, and hurriedly continued to explain to her.

He smiled secretly in his heart.

Um.

The little things he picked up really had the same temperament as him.

Good thing!

After thinking about it, the man squinted Amethyst's eyes lightly, grabbed Xiang Xing's little hand, turned it over gently, and turned his palm up.

When the little guy wondered what he was going to do, he raised the index finger of his other hand.

His face drooped slightly, and there were words in his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the slender and slender fingertips with well-defined joints once again appeared with a pale golden light.

And he, with this aura, gently tapped his fingertips into Xiang Xing's palm.

But for a moment, the little guy suddenly felt a slight itchy palm, and saw a fingernail-sized, mysterious and complicated pattern suddenly appeared in her palm.

Although, it's beautiful.

But for some reason, she vaguely felt that this pattern... it should not be the immortal world, or the mark of the gods.

Well.

"……All right."

When the pattern gradually turned into a complete pattern, Gong Xuanyue let out a soft sigh and finally retracted his fingertips.

After gently wrapping the soft little hand, he raised his head again, and raised his red lips towards Xiang Xing as gentle as water.

He opened his mouth, his words were hoarse, and there was a faint solemnity.

"From now on, without Xiang Xing's permission, Gong Xuanyue will not drink alcohol at will, otherwise...it will be struck by thunder."

Hearing the man's words that seemed to be suddenly swearing, Xiang Xing was also a little confused.

He couldn't help but ask lightly, "Master, what are you talking about?"