The Host in Quick Transmigration Always Wants to Break Her Character

Lin Jingyi took a nap on the large bed he had just bought in the space, and his soul felt more at peace and comfortable than ever before.

These points were really well spent.

"Host, it's time to move on to the next mission."

Just as Lin Jingyi was about to pick up a book from the bookshelf, a tiger appeared on the large screen, its mouth opening and closing as it spoke to Lin Jingyi.

Upon hearing this, Lin Jingyi could only put the novel he had just received back and said sullenly, "Fine."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a dizzying sensation, and when she opened her eyes again, she was already in the mission world.

Rubbing his slightly aching head, Lin Jingyi sat on a cushioned wooden chair, propping his head up with one hand.

Lin Jingyi got up and looked around the room.

This is a rectangular room, with a large screen in the middle that hides what's inside.

Outside the screen, one could see some sandalwood furniture. On the left wall hung a piece of calligraphy, the name of which was unknown, with its vigorous and elegant style.

A sword was hanging below.

On the other side is a carved window, the patterns on the wooden window are exquisite and beautiful, and the dappled sunlight shines into the floor of the room through the openwork.

Inside the screen, on the right is a solid wood couch, and on the left is a bookshelf and a table. On the table are several bamboo slips, as well as a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The entire room was decorated in an antique style, extremely elegant and simple, with a faint sandalwood scent in the air.

Lin Jingyi couldn't believe this was a woman's boudoir in ancient times.

Could it be the room of a father or elder brother?

[System, transfer my memories.] Lin Jingyi stopped thinking about it and quickly received the memories while no one was in the room.

Suddenly, many memories that didn't belong to her flooded her mind, and her head started to ache.

"Young Master, the girl you brought back has woken up. Would you like to go and see her?" Before Lin Jingyi could sort out his memories, a clear, youthful voice rang out from outside the door.

It seems they are asking the people inside.

Lin Jingyi still had a headache, and she didn't know whether she should reply to this person.

As he hesitated, the person outside the door called out again, "Young Master?"

"The young master should be a man, right?" Lin Jingyi remained silent.

The person outside, seeing no reply, assumed something had happened inside and asked anxiously, "Young Master? Are you alright? Young Master? May I come in?"

As he spoke, the door creaked open, and Lin Jingyi covered his head, processing the memories.

Why does it hurt so much? It didn't hurt this much when Mo Li's body was receiving the memories.

The boy who entered was about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in light chestnut linen clothes. He saw his young master standing in the room with his head covered.

The young man quickened his pace slightly, hurriedly stepping forward to help Lin Jingyi sit on the couch, asking as he did so, "Young Master, are you feeling unwell? Should we call a doctor to take a look?"

The boy's tone was concerned.

Seeing that the boy was indeed speaking to her, Lin Jingyi waved her hand and said, "It's nothing, just a sudden headache. I'll be fine after a short rest."

Her voice was clear and gentle, like a cool spring that flowed into the heart and soothed the soul.

Lin Jingyi was stunned for a moment after hearing the tone of her voice, and his body stiffened.

Somewhat incredulously, they touched the original owner's body.

"Is there something you're looking for, young master?" The boy asked, somewhat puzzled, as he saw his young master groping him.

Lin Jingyi seemed to just remember that there was someone else beside him. He stopped what he was doing and said to the boy, "I'm not feeling well. You can go out first. I'll rest for a while. There's no need to call a doctor."

Lin Jingyi was somewhat anxious to get the boy to leave, his voice still gentle and pleasant.

She wanted to know if the system had made a mistake, and why she had turned into a man.

Lin Jingyi, fearing that the boy might ask again whether he needed to call a doctor, emphasized once more that it was unnecessary to call a doctor.

The boy could only leave with a worried look on his face, closing the door behind him. He couldn't understand why the young master wasn't calling a doctor when he was unwell.

But as a servant, he couldn't interfere, so he withdrew as instructed.

After the boy left, Lin Jingyi lay on the bed and began to sort through his memories.

The original owner was named Yan Zhao, the young master of Yanxue Manor, whose father was the manor master.

He was born and raised in Yanxue Manor.

He learned martial arts and literature from his father from a young age, and was doted on by his parents. His younger sister was lively and lovely.

With the help of two senior brothers, he was extremely comfortable being the young master of the manor.

But all of this was due to a single wrong decision on his part, which led to his complete annihilation by the demonic sect overnight.

That year he was 19 years old. As usual, he went out with his uncle to run errands, but they encountered a group of bandits fighting with a woman. The woman had some skills, but she was no match for the number of bandits.

Yan Zhao rescued the helpless girl and drove away the bandits. The girl fainted and collapsed. Helpless, he had no choice but to take her back to the manor.

After the girl woke up, she told Yan Zhao that her name was Nie Shuangshuang. Nie Shuangshuang had a tragic background, having lost both her parents, and later learned that they had been slaughtered by the Demonic Sect.

Yan Zhao took pity on her, an orphan, and took her in at the manor. As time went by, Yan Zhao developed unusual feelings for this gentle and weak girl who easily aroused his protective instincts.

He told Nie Shuangshuang what he was thinking, but Nie Shuangshuang seemed to have something to hide and looked miserable. She said that he was a good person and she did not want to delay him.

Yan Zhao understood that this was her subtle rejection. However, he felt that if he treated her sincerely, she would definitely be moved by him.

But one night, before he received her response, members of the Demonic Cult launched a night raid on the manor, demanding that they hand over Nie Shuangshuang.

How could he let his beloved girl fall into the hands of bad people?

Therefore, he tried his best to protect Nie Shuangshuang, but his family members fell one by one to the palm of Mo Wuji, the leader of the Demonic Sect.

At that time, he was fighting desperately against the members of the Demonic Cult, but his beloved girl disobeyed and hid instead, and was discovered by the leader of the Demonic Cult.

Mo Wuji held his beloved in his arms, and Yan Zhao could only watch her cry.

He didn't know how long the fight lasted, but all his relatives were slaughtered, leaving him the only one to survive.

Originally thinking that he would also die under Mo Wuji's hand, Nie Shuangshuang looked at Mo Wuji with a tearful face and begged him to spare him.

In the end, the villain left with his girl; his family was gone.

His maternal grandfather knew that he was the reason why hundreds of people in the manor had died, and he disowned him.

He originally wanted to go with his parents and family, but he had no face to see them if he didn't avenge his great grudge.

He vowed to wipe the evil cult from the world and rescue his beloved girl.

He infiltrated the Demonic Sect multiple times, hoping to take Nie Shuangshuang away. Each time, Nie Shuangshuang refused him with a troubled expression. He assumed she had her reasons and didn't press the matter.

Until one time, when he went to see her again, Nie Shuangshuang said that she had let go of her hatred for Mo Wuji, that she loved Mo Wuji, and that they were going to get married.

Yan Zhao felt like a fool for risking the lives of his family for a girl who was even more foolish than himself.

He wanted Nie Shuangshuang to wake up and not be misled by Mo Wuji. Nie Shuangshuang seemed to be annoyed too, and told Mo Wuji about Yan Zhao's arrival.

Mo Wuji was furious when he learned that someone else was coveting his woman. In a fit of rage, he slapped Yan Zhao away. After Yan Zhao died, he watched as Nie Shuangshuang held his body and wept.

He thought that with his death, Nie Shuangshuang would finally see the true nature of that devil, but their entanglement only lasted a short while before they got married.

Yan Zhao was extremely unwilling. He had not avenged his great enemy and had died at the hands of his enemy. The foolish girl he loved was now being pleasured by his enemy.

Therefore, his overwhelming resentment attracted the system's attention.