Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

In terms of background, both Qingluan and Phoenix are the kings of birds, regardless of their level.

Then what is she doing with her tail feathers?

When writing with a quill pen?

And hearing the man's soul torture, that Qingluan really showed a stagnant color.

In the pale blue eyes, there was a little pain in the struggle.

Seeing that Xiang Xing and Gong Xuanyue were surprised, they couldn't help but look at each other.

There's definitely a story here.

The two of them thought about it for a while, and seemed to think of something at the same time, so they couldn't help but look at each other again.

When they exchanged glances, they suddenly realized that at this moment, the eyes of the two were exactly the same.

They smiled at each other and nodded at the same time.

...

The air in the room froze for a while.

Until Qingluan recovered by himself, he paused, then turned his back quickly.

His face continued to sink: "How the deity wants to use the phoenix spirit tail feathers, that is the deity's private matter, and please don't ask the immortal venerable."

After that, she bit her lip and couldn't help closing her eyes tightly, reciting the meditation formula over and over again in her heart.

The shoulders trembled violently involuntarily.

No matter how the other party refuted, she couldn't see it, and couldn't listen to it...

cannot……

Until suddenly behind her, there was a word that made her directly stunned.

"...Since the venerable insists on this, then you can be happy~!"

Gong Xuanyue shrugged his shoulders with a light smile, and suddenly bowed his hands in a salute.

After that voice pulled a long series of exaggerated endings, the man really did not hesitate to lead the two little guys to turn around and swagger away.

Even the young disciple of Xianhe, who was watching on the side, was so stunned that he was speechless when he saw this picture.

After a while, she silently tugged at Qingluan's skirt and said, "Senior sister... that Immortal Venerable and that little phoenix really left."

"..."

Qingluan paused and turned around silently.

He stared blankly at the direction where the three were leaving, his eyes drooping slightly.

After a long time, he let out a low laugh and staggered away in the direction of the mansion.

"If the word goes on, the deity is tired, and no one will be seen except the master."

"what?"

Little Xianhe was stunned for a moment, and said subconsciously, "Then, red..."

"Don't go now."

Qingluan shook and interrupted Xiao Xianhe's words directly.

After smashing the figure that quickly appeared in his mind away, he hid in the depths of the Yaochi mansion.

...

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, in an ordinary small tea stall.

Xiang Xing lay lazily on the tea table, with soft eyes staring at the tea stem in the small tea bowl in front of him, silently watching it swing up and down.

Her little face was slightly bulging into a ball, her pink lips moved, and she asked softly, "Ayue, what kind of story do you think that Miss Qingluan is behind?"

"That's it."

Gong Xuanyue sat opposite the little guy, slightly supporting his delicate jaw with one hand, and slightly flexing his fingers with the other, tapping on the table in an orderly manner.

After thinking about it for a while, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and laughed softly.

But he didn't say anything, he lowered his eyes again and looked at the little guy in front of him.

Fu stretched out his hand, rubbed his drooping head vigorously, and asked back with a smile, "Xiao Xing'er, what do you think?"

"Me?"

Xiang Xing blinked softly, and suddenly straightened up.

The pink lips pursed lightly, and with a serious look on her face, she raised her little finger, and began to figure it out.