Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Perhaps, she was different from what he had imagined.

With her qualifications, perhaps the probability of encountering those risk factors will be relatively low.

Maybe... it can really be what she wants, but also what he wants.

Thinking of this, Clarence's deadly silent heart once again became alive with excitement.

However, it only lasted for a while before he quickly calmed down.

Can't be happy too early now.

He has to find someone to help verify the answer in his mind.

Then wait until the end of the play, let's talk about it.

After thinking about it, Clarence pursed red lips and nodded slightly thoughtfully.

Afterwards, he flipped his big hand and held Xiang Xing's small hand back into his palm.

"Go, let's go to dinner and watch a good show by the way."

As the man said, he leaped lightly and took the little guy directly into the air.

"Come on, recite the spell of Escape Magic."

"Oh!"

Under his gesture, Xiang Xing hurriedly thought of the escape magic that had been memorized hard.

In the next second, she saw a black mist covering both of them at the same time, and then they gathered at their feet.

The little guy suddenly felt like stepping on somersault clouds under his feet, and every leap became light and fast, so fast that there were only two afterimages of black and white, on the roofs of the main roads in the city of Los Angeles. Go swiftly passing.

And looking at the direction Clarence led the way, it seemed to be flying towards the center of the former Loth Palace, the current centralization center of the new ruler team.

as predicted.

After only a short time, the two of them landed in the back garden of the Royal Palace of Loth.

Clarence quickly pulled the Xiangxing, who hadn't slowed down, to the back of a towering tree, slightly concealed.

It wasn't until the patrol guards in the back garden and some rushing maids left that the little guy quietly poked his head out and looked curiously.

Oh humiliation.

This is the royal palace in the West in the Middle Ages.

——Except for the slightly different architectural style, it seems to be no different from those palaces where she has been.

They are all magnificent, big and magnificent.

However, due to the change of dynasties, apart from the luxurious and complicated palace walls and domes, no other royal atmosphere can be seen here.

Feeling at this point, Xiang Xing suddenly paused, and couldn't help raising his soft eyes if he felt it, and secretly looked at the man who was carefully guarding her.

Speaking of it, this place was his home hundreds of years ago.

——However, Clarence at the moment looked calm and indifferent.

It seems that there is no longer any feelings and nostalgia for this place.

Well, it's been so many years anyway, it's normal to have no feelings.

Withdrawing his endless brain tonic, Xiang Xing only felt his belly, and began to groan again.

She couldn't help but slapped her small mouth again, so she turned around a little bit and squatted into the man's arms.

Poorly blinked at him with soft eyes, and muttered, "Where are you talking about lunch?"

Why do you eat in the back garden of the palace?

Is it possible to eat flowers and plants?

"There is a saying in the East that you can't eat tofu if you are impatient."

Clarence chuckled, and reluctantly rubbed the hungry little velvet head in his arms.

He blinked his pupils of different colors, then slowly opened his lips, faintly exhaling a string of very light black smoke from his mouth.

Then, the little guy saw the string of black smoke drifting away leisurely.