Quick Transmigration: The Host Refuses to Save the Mission Target

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    The two people's hair was tangled together. Thinking that it was still early, Pei Song yawned after teasing others, and curled up in He Wenshi's arms and fell asleep.

    However, while sleeping, Pei Song suddenly felt a warm temperature soaking into his back. The whole person seemed to fall into a warm and comfortable hot spring, and his whole body was extremely comfortable.

    Feeling something was wrong, Pei Song resisted the temptation to be greedy for that comfort and opened his eyes.

    As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw He Wenshi sitting beside his bed, with a white light emitting from his palm, as if transmitting something into his body.

    He Wenshi probably didn't expect him to wake up suddenly. He was stunned and his hand suddenly retracted.

    ?

    What is he hiding?

    Pei Song was a little sleepy at first, but he sobered up all of a sudden, squinted his eyes slightly, and sat up on the bed with his hands.

    "What are you hiding behind your back?"

    "...Nothing."

    He Wenshi had obviously woken up from last night's drunken state. The man clenched his other hand into a fist and put it against his lips. He coughed lightly and avoided his sight with a guilty look.

    "..."

    Pei Song looked at him and suddenly let out a sigh of relief. He put his right hand on the table beside him to support his face. His sleeves slipped down, revealing a piece of snow-white wrist.

    "He Wenshi," he lifted his eyelids and said directly, "Since you are sober and recognize who I am, let's be generous to each other."

    As he finished speaking, the room suddenly fell silent.

    He Wenshi's face tensed. After a few seconds, he stood up and stood in front of Pei Song. He lifted his robe, took a step back with his right leg, clasped his hands, and bowed straight to Pei Song.

    "Disciple greets Master."

    The voice was powerful and tense.

    If anyone else was here, they would probably be shocked.

    Mingxiao Xianzun, the strongest man in the world, who even the head of Yuyan Sect had to respect and even please, was actually kneeling and bowing to another person in the most respectful manner.

    On the ground, He Wenshi's mind was in a mess, and his heart, which had been silent for many years, was pounding.

    When he woke up this morning and felt a severe headache, he knew that he was drunk again last night. He just thought that the scene last night was an illusion caused by his drinking too much.

    But the next second, he saw the person nestling in his arms.

    Pei Song's jade fan magic weapon could deceive others, but not him.