Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

--wrong!

This man is obviously an emperor with good clothes and jade food, how could he play with throwing stones? !

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help swallowing his throat, and immediately looked at the man who was serious and interested in playing with an extremely strange look.

The man didn't lift his head, he already realized what she meant.

The corners of the thin, thin lips licked slightly.

"When I was a child, they used to play Antu, so they forced them to teach me."

As the first sentence was said, I didn't forget to continue tossing stones in my hand, "What else is there to turn the rope, skip the grid, throw sandbags... I know how."

Xiang Xing: "..."

The range of this guy's decathlon is quite broad.

...

The two little girls just watched the stones thrown by the big man for a long time.

Until a shadow guard quietly stepped forward and reported to the first speech: "Master, Lord Lu has left."

"Ok."

The first remark was answered gently, and he continued to throw the stones on his hands.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke lightly, "Follow Lu Wantian, if he has any unusual whereabouts, report to me as soon as possible."

"Yes."

The shadow guard retreated.

Before long, Liu Feng, who had been guarding the entrance of the camp, also came over.

"My son, the prince can't sit still, he seems to want to leave."

As soon as the voice fell, the stone in the man's hand was also thrown to the last step, a smooth and perfect ending.

Xiao Qing'er, who was watching, couldn't help applauding excitedly: "Big Brother is so amazing!"

"Come on, you play slowly."

First Ci smiled and returned the stone to her.

Afterwards, he got up slowly, the slight smile that just appeared at the corner of his mouth, but suddenly put it away the moment he turned his face.

The voice also sank, "Go back and show me the first ripple. Unless necessary, he is not allowed to leave the disaster relief camp for half a step."

Thinking about it, he added one more sentence, "By the way, try to arrange some drudgery for him, except to save people."

"……Yes."

Liu Feng blinked, but also agreed to retreat.

Xiang Xing pursed his pink lips, quietly raised his soft eyes, and looked at the man's sharp and handsome side face.

Seeing his faint hatred for iron not becoming steel, the little guy couldn't help but sneered and sneered a few times.

He, the emperor brother, still cares about that silly fufu brother.

Thinking of this, she sighed quietly.

In other words, if he knows the life experience of Di Yi Lian in the future, how will it feel if Di Lian and he are actually half-parents...

This different father is even the old man who secretly coveted his throne.

Xiang Xing felt a little bit pain in his little head just thinking about this intricate and unthinkable relationship.

It's too complicated and bloody.

Just when she was struggling with her small face, she was trying to make up for it.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his cerebellum, and he seemed to be tapped gently with his fingers.

The little guy suddenly wailed in pain, and while hurriedly covering his forehead, he curled his small mouth and raised his soft eyes depressed.

I saw that the man had already turned his head sideways, squinted his delicate and slender eyes, and looked at her amusedly.

There is a faint arc at the corners of the lips: "What are you thinking about again? A frown."

"...Even if you are thinking about something, it will be knocked out by your finger, okay?"

Xiang Xing retorted angrily.

Don't tell him before thinking about it.