Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

After a while, Liu Feng led a group of shadow guards hurriedly back.

"My subordinates are lost, please forgive me!"

He knelt down and pleaded with an embarrassed expression, "The speed of the assassin was so fast, and the subordinates had just left, and they could hardly see her... and he smelled a smoldering poison along the way!"

As Liu Feng said, he raised his eyes seriously, and looked at the first speech, "My son, this assassin has a weird body style. According to his subordinates, it is not our Central Plains martial arts, and the internal breath is very similar to the internal force in the people's body... …"

Hearing this, First Ci couldn't help but take a look at each other with Xiang Xing.

The man converged his eyes and thought, it seemed that this person was inseparable from this "plague" of Ximeng.

Xiang Xing was shocked in his heart.

Wei Hongling actually made all of what Ximeng was suffering from?

She is a Queen of Bayang. After her daughter married the King of Southern Xinjiang, she went to Ximeng who was connected to Southern Xinjiang to do something.

Is it true that as the first sentence said, even if the first Lian does not grab the princess, sooner or later Bayang and Nanjiang will unite to deal with Haiqi...

The little guy couldn't help frowning in depression.

It's really complicated.

Thinking about it, she seemed to be conscious again, raised her eyes softly, and glanced at the first word that was also in contemplation.

Unlike her, he still has a plot to assist him. He didn't know whether he thought of this level of interest.

Should I think of a way to remind him...

Just as Xiang Xing was hesitating, but seeing that the first sentence seemed to have realized something, the Chuan-shaped eyebrows suddenly loosened, and the red and brown pupils shook slightly.

"The man just now is obviously a woman..."

The man murmured for a while, and couldn't help but turn his gaze again, looking at Liu Feng who was still half-kneeling on the ground.

He narrowed his eyes, as if to question, "Liu Feng, you are investigating Aya Auntie's meeting, but have you been careful, have you exposed your whereabouts?"

"……what?"

Liu Feng was dumbfounded by the question.

Can't help scratching the back of his head silently, with a circled face, "With the caution of the subordinates, it shouldn't be..."

"However, that woman's martial arts is really strong! She got the palm of her son, and she can still use her spare energy to escape!"

A shadow guard behind Liu Feng took the conversation and said with emotion, "In our group, maybe no one can beat her except the son..."

"Yes, it's the first time I've encountered such a weird martial arts way..."

"Okay, don't say anything."

Seeing that the shadow guards were discussing this in the wing room between him and the little girl, a look of discomfort suddenly flashed across the man's face.

He thought for a while, and finally waved his hand, "This thing ends here, all retreat, it's time to rest, and the head of the round is guarded."

"……Yes!"

Then Liu Feng and the crowd retreated.

However, after this tumult, Xiang Xing's sleepworms were already completely retracted, and he was very awake.

I was thinking about how to convey the fact that Aya is Wei Hongling perfectly to the first speech...

At that time, the first speech fell silent, and he happened to look at her.

Seeing the little guy sitting on the side of the bed in a daze, his face filled with the word "concern", he paused, and his heart couldn't help but feel soft.

Hastily turned back and walked back and sat next to her.

"But are you scared?"

He smiled pretentiously, and immediately raised his arms and gently hugged the little man into his arms.