Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

After calming down, Xiang Xing paused, but suddenly stretched out his small arm from the black cloak, and quickly circled Clarence's neck.

"Ok?"

Seeing her such abrupt behavior, the man was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but smile, and the corners of his red lips lightly curled up.

"Do you want to make me believe in your little excuses by acting like a baby?"

He laughed and nudged her deliberately.

Suyou blinked her eyes very recklessly, and raised her brows slightly, "Don't forget, I can see through your mind."

"...Then you can use your mind-reading magic now and see what I'm thinking."

Xiang Xing Xiaobai rolled his eyes and grunted unconvincedly.

She didn't even look at it, so she speculated about her thoughts.

I'll slap her face for a while, don't blame her.

"Well, this is what you asked for, don't regret it."

Clarence didn't have any excuses to refuse. He smiled lightly, and a faint golden light appeared in his eyes.

However, after a while, he seemed to have read something unbelievable, the purple and gold pupils suddenly shrank, and a touch of astonishment passed quickly across his face.

Yes, from her state of mind at this moment, the man saw a magnificent and colorful picture.

In the picture, she and him, in their respective blood clan forms, are at the foot of Mount York, in the blooming field of wild roses.

Sometimes they cuddled up happily, sometimes laughed and quarreled. The happiness that seemed to overflow the picture continued from day to night, moving towards another kind of carnival.

Reciprocating cycle.

Until Clarence slowly recovered from this scene, he couldn't help but constricted his deep eyes, ecstatic, but with a hint of uncertainty, staring deeply at the girl in front of him.

"Do you really want to go back to York Mountain with me?"

The man was extremely awkwardly cramped and asked cautiously.

"if not?"

Xiang Xingying smiled, but he spread his arms pretending to be helpless.

Exaggerated sigh, "Ah~Who made me lose my heart at the beginning? For the sake of a pill of worry, I agreed to so many unequal treaties... Now I can only recognize it~"

She chuckled, and continued to shrink into the man's stagnant arms.

Raising his head, looking at him silently, his expression of shock and consternation gradually changed to uncontrollable joy and excitement.

The sturdy arms were tightened extremely tightly again.

After a long time, she finally saw him nodded solemnly.

"Okay... I'll take you back to the place that belongs to us only."

…

soon.

After Franke and his trial team prepared a series of strong evidences, Archbishop Marbury finally admitted all the crimes he had committed.

He in the sentencing court was quite different from the agitated denial during the previous interrogation.

Only calmly, he took all the faults to himself, and unconditionally excused all the priests under his command.

No one knows why Marbury gave up the appeal and pleaded guilty in such a short period of time.

Someone discovered that on the day he was sentenced to death, there was an old harmonica that no one had ever seen before, and was hung around his neck.

Although the final body was different, the harmonica was not taken away by the executioners, but was packaged with Marbury's body and transported to an unknown place.