Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"……Ah."

Gong Xuanyue didn't answer, only laughed lightly.

Immediately he stood up and picked up the big wine gourd that was hated by the little guy from the table.

He shook it deliberately towards the little guy and asked with a smile, "Do you allow this deity to drink alcohol now?"

"..."

Xiang Xing shook his head quickly and decisively.

But a little puzzled.

According to his temperament, it seems that if she doesn't allow it, it won't be of any use...

Sure enough, the man said that he didn't listen to her, he smiled and looked up like he wanted to drink.

However, in the next second, a mutation occurred!

Xiang Xing saw only the moment when a drop of wine dripped from the gourd and dripped onto the man's crimson thin lips—

Outside the window, there was a sudden white light!

Immediately afterwards, there was a terrifying loud noise of "pia!—"!

The little guy was startled and almost fell off the rattan chair.

The little heart was pounding.

What, what's the situation? ?

Really, can't the sky be struck by thunder?

However, before she struggled to stand up and was about to go out to find out, a familiar scream came from outside...

"Mom!! How could there be a sudden thunderbolt?!...Which dog man is swearing?!"

"..."

Xiang Xing silently glanced at the dog man who sneered, speechless.

At that time, outside the bamboo house.

Duck Duck, who had just rushed back with a small firewood basket on his back, was looking in horror at a towering giant tree in front of him that had been scorched black by lightning.

It took a while to recover.

In addition to being shocked, there was a subconscious panic in my heart, and I couldn't help looking at the seemingly peaceful small bamboo house.

No, it wouldn't be because he came back late, so Xia Ling and her harem boy group have already started to attack the little ancestor, right? !

Thinking about it, Ya Ya couldn't help but drop the firewood basket and ran towards the bamboo house.

"Ah Xing, hold on to the duck!! I'm here to save you!!..."

He shouted loudly, rushed to the bamboo house, and opened the bamboo door.

The scene inside made him stunned.

Inside the bamboo house, I saw Xiang Xing as if nothing had happened, just squatting in front of the windowsill, carefully and leisurely combing his beautiful golden-red feathers.

And his teacher and father didn't know when, he had already returned. At that time, he was sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals... drinking tea!

And his beloved wine gourd, rarely left his hand, and was thrown to the side of the wine jar shelf.

Is this really Gong Xuanyue...

Duck Duck rubbed his eyes in disbelief, confirming again and again.

...it seems to be true.

"...My good disciple, you came back in time, right?"

Gong Xuanyue glanced sideways, glanced at the little fat boy at the door, and said with a smile.

"what?"

Duck was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly thought that this guy was complaining that he was "late to save the car", so he could not help but hurriedly folded his hands and mourned, "The disciple came back late, Master and Master forgive me!"

"It's late anyway, why don't you come back later..."

The man muttered embarrassingly, and glanced back at Little Fat Chiu by the window.

He sighed inwardly.

ah~

This unsatisfactory disciple caused him to release the illusion in advance.

He still has a lot to do!

or next time.

There will always be times when no one is bothering you.

...

At that time, it was far away at the southernmost tip of the continent, at the junction of gods and demons.

Xia Ling stood on the edge of the cliff with a small face, hugging her chest angrily.