Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Between clouds and mist.

A young man stood with his hand held, his snow-colored robe seemed to merge with the surrounding white mist, his cold eyebrows were like snow, and his clean ink pupils were full of estrangement, and his temperament was indifferent like a cold lake.

It looks like a straight section of bamboo, beautiful and straight, piercing through clouds.

A girl wearing the same palace costume as him walked towards him slowly.

The girl does not look tall, with a green silk like a waterfall. There are no other pendants on the fine hair, only a small white lotus flower is inserted at the sideburns, which looks elegant and elegant.

The woman's face is also very beautiful, with exquisite features and a smile on her face, but her eyebrows contain the same carelessness as a teenager.

As if sensing the girl's approach, the boy turned around.

The moment I saw the girl, my lips bend thinly.

The icy and cold ink pupil also bent a slight arc, and the smile between his brows was mostly separated.

Su Tang couldn't hear what the two said.

After only seeing it for a while, the boy suddenly raised his hand and embraced the girl in front of him.

The thin lips of the young boy opened and closed slightly, and the clear and clean voice seemed to penetrate through the layers of clouds and straight into her ears.

He called her.

"Susu."

Broken dreams-

Su Tang suddenly sat up from the bed.

She was holding her chest, her heart muffled.

I don't know what's going on, she has always dreamed since the last life.

I always dream of the fairy goddess when I was young.

Although she had never seen the young fairy, the ice and snow young man in the dream had exactly the same appearance and temperament as the fairy.

And... don't know why.

Su Tang stubbornly determined that he was the Immortal Venerable in his youth.

In the beginning, this dream can still be done by her.

She took the opportunity to do...Xianzun cried several times.

But later, the development of the dream is no longer under her control.

She can only watch everything happen like a spectator.

It was okay before, mostly young Xianzun standing alone by the lotus pond.

But later.

There was a girl beside Xianzun.

The girl looks warm and quiet, but in fact she is cold and indifferent. They are two people with completely opposite personalities.

Su Tang drooped his little head dullly, and his white soft hands stirred the quilt covering his body.

I always felt that the dream afterwards...like watching the love history between Xianzun and that girl.

The little girl was puffed up, especially unhappy.

The thin hair was drooping.

Why Xianzun didn't even let her dream go?

Obediently let her do it... can't you cry?

Must show affection.

She poked the quilt upset.

I even wanted to continue the dream just now, and then took the girl out of Xianzun's arms and had a fight.

But she is a quality candy.

Don't do such excessive things just because of jealousy.

Su Tang lay back sullenly, turned over, buried her face in her own.

Fluffy anger.

"I hate you! I hate you the most!"

The movement of the girl turning over awakened the sleeping teenager.

Su Chen half-squinted his ink eyes, his slender eyelashes trembled twice, and then he stretched out his hand to take the girl back into his arms, habitually bury his head in the girl’s neck, napping softly and cutely twice. under.

"what's wrong?"

Su Tang pushed the person away with a sullied face, looking up at him.

"I dreamed that you hugged another girl and called her very affectionately."

Su Chen blinked blankly.

I saw the little girl bulging her cheeks, her face unhappy.

"I am very angry!"

The boy had a pause, lowered his head, and his thin lips touched him affectionately, holding the girl's soft lips, kissing the girl's eyes, and then slowly letting go.

"I will never hug another girl."

He put his arms around her and whispered.

"I just want to hold you alone."

Su Tang, "..."

The little girl suddenly became less angry.

Although Xianzun doesn't seem to like her, each of these reincarnations likes her purely and sincerely.

She couldn't breathe with them at all.

Su Tang snorted, "Then I'm not angry, you go to bed!"

The boy hugged the girl tighter. He lowered his head and kissed the white and tender skin of her neck and shoulders, with a lazy voice.

"But I don't want to sleep now, I want to sleep with you."

Su Tang, "..."

Is she too late to run now?

For fear of the little angels misunderstanding the fairy statue, I have a dramatic effect in the text: the first heroine has not reincarnated, and the second heroine has the same character before and afterwards. I am worried that the fairy respect loves "sutang before reincarnation" instead of The little angels of "Su Tang after Reincarnation" can rest assured.

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