Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Yan Zhen raised an eyebrow, never one to miss a good show, and said, "To send someone who had suffered brain damage and slept for three hundred years, finally waking up, to the Three Thousand Worlds, under the guise of nurturing them, isn't Zhou Bapi just using an excuse to murder his colleague?"

Xiaoqi also had a look of schadenfreude on her face: "Who knows?"

Everyone knows that the current main god of the Quick Transmigration Division is a shrewd and calculating, exploitative, and heartless boss, known as "Zhou the Skinflint."

Zhou Bapi usually looks kind and gentle, walking around with a large tea mug, but when it comes to deducting points for violations, he is incredibly impartial and incorruptible.

When Yan Zhen first came to the Quick Transmigration Division, she suffered a lot at his hands. She reasonably suspected that Zhou Bapi was worried that his long-dormant partner would wake up and take away his power, so he found this excuse to kill Jing Chen openly.

A man and a bird leaned against the office door, clicking their tongues in amazement for a while, when the hibernation pod exploded again.

A hoarse scream was followed by a deafening explosion, which shook the entire office and even caused a piece of plaster to fall from the ceiling.

Yan Zhen listened for a while, then patted the dust off his clothes and teased, "An old man over three hundred years old, with a strong voice."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to go back to her office.

At that moment, two researchers in white coats walked quickly past her and hurried toward the hibernation pod.

One of them looked anxious, constantly flipping through the treatment record book in his hand: "The sedatives have worn off again?"

"Yes, Lord Jingchen has suffered too much trauma. His adrenaline and glucocorticoids are being secreted in large quantities, and ordinary sedatives are no longer effective. Now we can only try to address the issue from a psychological perspective. We have just requested Lord Zhou to access the replay records of the small world to see what specific traumas he suffered..."

The researcher's voice gradually faded away, but Yan Zhen's smile faltered.

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She turned to look at Xiaoqi: "Don't you think this string of numbers sounds familiar?"

Xiao Qi blinked her beady green eyes: "A little, let me see... Huh!!!"

As soon as Xiaoqi brought up the floating screen, it was so startled that it flapped its wings and flew away.

"Isn't this the world number you just finished your mission, Master?!" Little Seven exclaimed in shock, the tuft of hair on its head standing on end.

It looked at Yan Zhen tremblingly, and the two exchanged a complex and frightened look.

He was sent down to a smaller world and killed by the creatures there.

Pierced by a thousand arrows...

They died a horrible death...

Yan Zhen was silent for a few seconds, then asked Xiao Qi one last question with a stiff face: "When did this Mirrorfall God return?"

"Three days ago," Xiao Qi said, her voice trembling with fear, "could he be Xiahou...?"

Before it could finish speaking, another explosion came from the direction of the hibernation pod, smashing the thick door panel to pieces and blowing away all the creatures that were crowding at the door to watch the spectacle.

A tall figure emerged from the swirling smoke.

The man was soaking wet, with long black hair reaching his lower back. His pale skin seemed to reflect light. He wore a towel around his lower body, but his upper body was bare, revealing well-defined chest and abdominal muscles, and his legs appeared exceptionally long.

At first glance, it looks just like Narcissus from Greek mythology.

Yan Zhen stared at him intently, and when his blue eyes swept over her, she felt as if her brain had been tugged.

Before he could even see the other person's face clearly, Yan Zhen decisively turned around, opened the office door, slipped inside, and then slammed the door shut.

Little Seven was thrown off by her sudden movement. Seeing Jing Chen striding towards them, it frantically flapped its wings and banged on the door, crying out, "Master, Master is coming! Don't leave me! Help!"

The next moment, the office door opened, a hand reached out and pinched the cockatiel, squeaking it, and quickly pulled it into the office.

Slamming the door shut, Yan Zhen immediately said, "Quickly, send me to the next world right now!!!"

Xiao Qi exclaimed in shock, "Master, are you going to desert?"

"Aren't you just waiting to get beaten up if you don't run away?" Yan Zhen said irritably.

The nature of this incident is similar to her meeting a handsome young man while on a business trip, taking advantage of his feelings and then ruthlessly ripping him off, only to find out upon returning to company headquarters that the young man was actually her new boss.

Her boss came in furious, seeking revenge. If she didn't run now, when would she?

"But you can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever..."

Before Xiao Qi could finish speaking, Yan Zhen slapped her on the head: "Stop talking nonsense! We'll hide for as long as we can! Hurry up and teleport me to the next world!"

She didn't want to confront Jing Chen head-on, at least not now.

Just thinking about how she used threats, inducements, and slaps to the face made her so embarrassed that she scratched her toes and felt her scalp tingle.

Hearing the approaching footsteps outside, Xiaoqi quickly activated the teleportation function.

Yan Zhen's body quickly disintegrated into tiny starlight fragments, dissipating into the air like fireworks.

As the last glimmer of starlight faded, the office door was pushed open from the outside.

Jing Chen stared at the cockatiel with its beady green eyes blinking in the office, his gaze chilling: "Where did she go?"

Xiaoqi stammered, "I... I went to carry out a mission."

Jing Chen was silent for a few seconds: "World Number".

Xiaoqi recited a string of numbers without hesitation.

"Yan Zhen, is it? Fine, very well!" Jing Chen's hand gripping the doorknob bulged with veins, his blue eyes darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "You just wait!"

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Yan Zhen woke up in his new body, opened his eyes, and felt dizzy as the world spun around him.

She sat up, shook her head, and looked around.

This is a room in a villa-style resort hotel. Judging from the decor and location, the price is not low. It was evening, and looking out from the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows, you could see the horizon where the sea and sky were dyed red by the sunset.

Feeling extremely dizzy, Yan Zhen got up and poured himself a glass of hot water.

On the table in the room was a large bouquet of red roses, and next to it was a woman's handbag with the zipper open, revealing two marriage certificates placed side by side.

As Yan Zhen drank water, he casually opened the marriage certificate. It showed that the date of registration was a month ago, the woman's name was Ming Yiwei, 20 years old, and the man's name was Zhou Yan, 26 years old.

Holding a water glass in one hand and a marriage certificate in the other, Yan Zhen took two steps back and checked in the mirror not far away that the beautiful woman on the marriage certificate was indeed the original owner of the body she had transmigrated into.

Based on the current environment, Yan Zhen judged that this was a newlywed couple on their honeymoon.

After finishing his water, Yan Zhen was about to sit down and look through the walkthrough when suddenly, a series of loud slapping sounds, mixed with unrestrained moans, came from the room next door.

Yan Zhen paused for a moment.

She knew exactly what the commotion meant, so she quietly walked out of the room.

Outside was a long corridor, with only small lights on at the moment, and a sauna room was separated by a wall.

She silently peered through the round, transparent glass door of the sauna room and saw a naked man and woman locked in a passionate encounter.

The man was at the climax of his climax, his face tilted back in excitement and a dazed look; it was Zhou Yan, the man on the marriage certificate.