Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"..."

The first speech was slightly stagnant.

Immediately, he sneered extremely lightly, nodded slightly, "Yeah."

Then, without waiting for Xiang Xing to continue to ask, he continued, "It is similar, but not equivalent to the internal strength of ordinary martial arts practitioners."

"This internal force itself is cold in nature. For those who have never practiced martial arts, or those who have a low level of martial arts, and cannot bear this internal breath, they will naturally suffer from its strong conflict and backlash, and then they will be affected by the insidiousness contained in that internal breath. There are these series of symptoms."

"Is that so..."

After listening to the man's deep analysis, Xiang Xing nodded thoughtfully.

This sounds like the Xuanming Shenzhang she heard in a certain martial arts novel.

No wonder this symptom can be resolved with internal interest.

But thinking of this, she still frowned suspiciously and raised her head to look at him.

The eyes are full of incomprehensible colors, "However, martial arts inner breath is not contagious."

Even if it is the palm of the **** Xuanming, such a large-scale "plague" infection, wouldn't it be necessary for someone to give all the people a palm?

"..."

When asked by her, the first remark seemed to pause again.

The arms were tightened subconsciously, and the dumb voice was also suppressed a bit lower. "Although the loneliness is still uncertain, this strange insidiousness is almost always diffused by the surrounding breath. , And then be inhaled into the lungs by humans or animals."

As the man said, he raised his hand and lifted the curtain of the car window for a few minutes.

Pointing to the scenery slowly receding outside, he smiled and said, "What is unusual about the queen?"

"what……"

Xiang Xing was taken aback by his question, and he couldn't help but tilt his head and look out.

……Well.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, she always faintly felt that the receding scenery seemed to slow down more and more.

Seeing this scene, the little guy blinked softly and suddenly seemed to realize something. He couldn't help calling out of the car, "Xiao Nan, have you slowed down?"

"...Huh? No!"

Xiao Nan responded outside.

There seemed to be a pause, and then he whispered suspiciously, "Huh?...Master, madam, our horse seems to be in a bad condition, it seems to be a little awkward..."

Listening to Xiao Nan's doubts, Xiang Xing frowned and couldn't help but look at the first speech again.

Is the horse already...

The man didn't have a word, he just curled his lips and nodded slightly.

Confirmed her idea.

The little guy couldn't help but raised his small face, and his heart was even more complicated: "This is too scary..."

If it weren't for her and the first speech, and Xiao Nan Liufeng's internal strength, wouldn't it have been a hit.

It's no wonder...

"This is naturally not the most terrifying."

The first remark sneered.

He furrowed his brows, and between his exquisite red-brown eyes, a gloomy and angry color was faintly imbued with, "Ximeng City Lord Lu Wantian is a martial artist who is one of the best in the Ximeng area. It is impossible for his strength to fail to detect the true cause of this plague."

As the man said, his hands clenched a little, his voice even more hoarse, "But the reports from the Ximeng Mansion to the Central Government are all written as ‘sickness’."

"...This is clearly deceiving the top and the bottom."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xing took a breath.

This city lord of Ximeng City doesn't seem to be a good bird either.

It's no wonder that the first resignation had to prepare another carriage and enter the Ximeng area for secret investigation before the official conquest.