Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet ( 2 )

Chapter 344: Little psionic assistant, soft and cute, and can eat (31-32)

"And hate him very much, or hate him."

Although she didn't know why.

But Granny Murong's disgusting eyes flashed by, it seemed to be deeply imprinted in her heart, so she couldn't ignore it.

Intuition tells Xiang Xing that the blocked building materials factory, Granny Murong, and Zhu Yuan must have something to do with Na Luo Qingya.

In order to prove this, the little guy pursed his lips, suddenly as if made up his mind, lightly grabbed the man's embrace.

"I have to look a little further."

She raised her soft eyes and looked at Wu Chen with confidence.

Wu Chen narrowed his eyes suddenly, seemingly dissatisfied: "You want to see it twice a night?"

Just because of her body that can casually consume too much energy, how can so much spiritual power be squandered by her!

After thinking about it, the man couldn't help shook his head, his words were full of irresistible domineering: "Xiang Xing, I don't allow you to watch it again!"

Even if she continues to look down, she has to wait until she goes back to drink the medicine.

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xing couldn't help frowning in depression.

But now she is more curious.

Thinking about it, the little guy suddenly squashed his mouth and muttered softly, "If I don't figure it out now, I won't be able to sleep tonight..."

"I have a way to make you fall asleep."

Seeing that she was still struggling with sophistry, Wu Chen couldn't help but constricted her eyes, and could not help but directly hugged the petite body in her arms.

Turning around, he walked out of the courtyard, and informed Jiang Yang and Mina who were still elsewhere, "We have taken the team back!"

"……so fast?"

Jiang Yang's voice was the first to be heard from the psychic Bluetooth communicator in one hand.

And with a hint of narrow laughter, deliberately teased, "I said boss, you seem to be a bit quick..."

"Do you want to reincarnate?"

An unceremonious suffocation sounded from the communicator, as if he could really do what he said.

Jiang Yang was so frightened that he couldn't help but stunned: "I was wrong, I was wrong!"

...

Fortunately, Wu Chen's persistence prevented Xiang Xing from watching it a second time.

Because she was on the way back, she fainted again because of exhaustion of energy...

But this time, she didn't fall asleep.

Instead, I had a strange dream.

In that dream, she seemed to have come to the most prosperous and colorful concession area in Qinghe City at the beginning of the last century.

This place is full of feasting and depressing sounds, and a whole street full of neon, various entertainment venues for the upper-class people, karaoke halls, and dance halls abound.

The most conspicuous one is the Baihuimen, where the first female singer of Qinghe City-Luo Qingya is located.

At this time, Luo Qingya should have not retired yet, and in the largest neon sign at Parkway Gate, the picture of her is still hanging.

And her nickname is "Swaying Golden Rose".

Looking at these words, Xiang Xing had a sudden pause.

I couldn't help but think of the pattern of roses dotted with gold threads on the black paint of the puppet.

Thinking about it, the little guy suddenly felt a little out of control under his feet.

Following the surging crowd, he walked directly into the Parkway Gate.

I saw a lot of feasting and colorful inside.

The lavish sound surrounded the ears, surrounded by men and women of all kinds, closely dependent on each other, swaying with the music.

ballroom? bar? nightclub?

Xiang Xing shook the little head that was so drowsy by the atmosphere, and couldn't help but stare carefully.

These men and women dressed in suits and cheongsam from that era, they spoke softly and behaved gracefully.

But there is endless ambiguous breath.

As for the one who is standing on the stage, swaying to the music, and singing the sound of the sluggish.

It is the deity of Luo Qingya.

As for the group of dignified and dignified people who are constantly cheering and applauding in the audience, they are the guests who come here to admire her.

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing couldn't help stepping forward and carefully watching the faces.

He didn't see Zhu Yuan's face.

However, there was a figure that made her very familiar.

It was a little boy about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a brown beret, holding a drawing board, drawing something under the dim light.