The Host in Quick Transmigration Always Wants to Break Her Character

Lin Jingyi had been staring at Nie Shuangshuang ever since he entered the room, and Nie Shuangshuang's originally pale face turned blush under Lin Jingyi's gaze.

Nie Shuangshuang was seriously injured in one leg while fighting with bandits. She thought she was going to die there, but she met a kind person.

She was sitting on the bed, half of her body leaning against the wall. When she saw Lin Jingyi, she recognized him as the person who had saved her when she was in despair.

Nie Shuangshuang curtsied and said to Lin Jingyi, "Thank you for your help, my benefactor. I have no way to repay your kindness."

Lin Jingyi was hoping she would say something like "I can only repay you with my body," but she didn't say anything for a long time.

Nie Shuangshuang was also puzzled. This benefactor looked so elegant, how could he be like a fool? Could it be that he was bewitched by her appearance?

"Ahem, I was just trying to help when I saw injustice, please don't take it to heart, young lady." Lin Jingyi covered his mouth with his hand and coughed lightly to ease the awkwardness, seeing that Nie Shuangshuang was waiting for his reply.

Seeing that Lin Jingyi was back to normal, Nie Shuangshuang said with gratitude, "My benefactor is so chivalrous and righteous, I will never forget him. If he hadn't intervened, I would probably be dead by now."

"No matter who it is, I would help if they encountered bandits like you. You should rest and recover." Lin Jingyi replied.

"It is my great fortune to have met my benefactor in this time of crisis." Nie Shuangshuang smiled, and her originally pale face regained some color.

"That's because it's fate that we're connected." Xiao Yue brought Lin Jingyi a chair, and after she sat down, she said to Nie Shuangshuang with a warm smile.

Nie Shuangshuang was slightly taken aback by that smile.

This man has a unique charm compared to Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji was domineering and ruthless. But the man before him was as gentle and refined as jade.

“There’s no need to call me ‘Miss’ so much, my benefactor. I am Nie Shuangshuang. May I ask your name?” Nie Shuangshuang’s voice was soft, like a gentle stream, soothing to the heart.

Upon hearing this, Lin Jingyi stood up and cupped his hands in greeting to Nie Shuangshuang: "My name is Yan Zhao."

"Young Master Yan, are you the young master of Yanxue Manor?" Although Nie Shuangshuang had a question, she looked at Lin Jingyi with a determined gaze, her eyes clear and bright.

Upon hearing this, Lin Jingyi raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and asked, "Miss Nie knows me?"

Actually, Yan Zhao's name is easy to recognize. Yan Xue Manor was founded by Yan Zhao's grandfather and was once very famous.

In addition, the surname Yan is relatively rare, and in the martial arts world, only Yanxue Manor can be called by the surname Yan.

"I have long admired Young Hero Yan's name," Nie Shuangshuang said softly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Jingyi feigned delight and then asked Nie Shuangshuang with curiosity, "May I ask where Miss Nie is from?"

"Does the young master know of the Nie family of Lanzhou?" Nie Shuangshuang's face began to show worry again.

"I know a little. It is said that the head of the Nie family is also a local hero who protects the peace of the people. Is Miss Nie from the Nie family of Lanzhou?" Lin Jingyi pondered for a moment before asking.

“Nie Tang is my father,” Nie Shuangshuang said, bowing her head.

"As far as I know, Lanzhou is far from here. Why did Miss Nie come here? And why did she encounter bandits on the road?" Lin Jingyi did not notice Nie Shuangshuang's depressed mood and asked curiously.

Upon hearing this, Nie Shuangshuang felt a lump in her throat, and tears streamed down her face as she sobbed softly onto the bedding.

She has no family left.

Seeing Nie Shuangshuang crying, Lin Jingyi pretended to be worried about her, but then seemed to remember the difference between men and women, so he could only stand helplessly by the bed with his hand outstretched: "Miss Nie... is there something troubling you? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Nie Shuangshuang shook her head, crying, and remained silent.

"In that case, Miss Nie, please take good care of yourself. I apologize for bothering you. I will come to visit you again next time." Lin Jingyi was most afraid of girls crying, so he decided to find an excuse to leave first.

When Nie Shuangshuang heard Lin Jingyi say he was leaving, she forgot about crying, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and said with red eyes, "Young Master Yan meant well, it was my fault."

After Yan Zhao left, there was no one to listen to her cries.

"If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Yan. My little sister is about the same age as you." Lin Jingyi felt a bit out of place when she called him "young hero," so he thought it would be better to use a different form of address.

“Then, Brother Yan, just call me Shuangshuang,” Nie Shuangshuang said, following Lin Jingyi’s suggestion.

"Well, Shuangshuang, since you call me Brother Yan, I will naturally help you out of your predicament if you are in trouble. Is there anything wrong with you, little sister? Why do you cover your face and cry when you talk about your family?"

Nie Shuangshuang clutched the corner of the blanket, her eyes red-rimmed, lost in memories, her voice filled with endless sorrow:

"One night six months ago, we were all resting when suddenly screams woke me up. When I woke up, my father, brothers, and family members were all lying in pools of blood. And the murderer was Mo Wuji!!"

"The people of the Demonic Sect are brutal and ruthless. I wonder... how the Nie family got involved with the Demonic Sect." Lin Jingyi was also puzzled. In Yan Zhao's memory, Nie Tang was someone who would not provoke the Demonic Sect.

"I don't know either." Nie Shuangshuang shook her head, her eyes filled with tears, which she quickly wiped away.

"Shuangshuang, how did you escape the pursuit of the Demonic Sect?" Lin Jingyi continued to ask.

“I…I saw my father and brothers lying in a pool of blood, and I was filled with grief. At that moment, I only had one thought: revenge. I raised my sword and stabbed Mo Wuji, and then I fainted.”

"When I woke up again, everyone from the Demonic Cult had left. I vowed to avenge my father. This place is relatively close to the Demonic Cult's territory, so... that's why I came here."

Lin Jingyi noticed the fleeting hint of guilt in her eyes when she said she swore to take revenge, but she didn't point it out.

"How dare the Demonic Sect be so arrogant! Shuangshuang, don't worry, we martial arts practitioners will not let the Demonic Sect get away with this!" Lin Jingyi suddenly said indignantly.

Nie Shuangshuang was startled by Lin Jingyi's suddenly amplified voice. After recovering, she echoed Lin Jingyi's words, "I, Nie Shuangshuang, am sworn enemies with Mo Wuji!"

Her voice was soft, sounding somewhat weak and unsteady.

In Yan Zhao's memory, Nie Shuangshuang eventually married the man who had wiped out her clan.

Lin Jingyi clicked his tongue twice in his mind: [I really want to expose her.]

System: [...] She only thought about it as long as he didn't speak, so he remained silent.

After fainting, Nie Shuangshuang was taken back to the Demonic Sect by Mo Wuji. Only then did she realize that Mo Wuji was her childhood friend, Wuji, who said that her father had killed his family.

So Mo Wuji came seeking revenge, but instead took her back to the Demonic Sect.

That was no longer her Wuji brother, so why did he treat her like that after killing his own people?

She couldn't bring herself to do it, so she could only run away.

Whenever she thought about how her family members were all dead and how she had developed strange feelings for her enemy, she... hated herself for it.

"The members of the Demonic Sect have wreaked havoc on the martial arts world and killed countless people. You are not the only one seeking revenge. Brother Yan will also help you get revenge," Lin Jingyi comforted her, hoping that Nie Shuangshuang would not be like the one Yan Zhao remembered.

Nie Shuangshuang nodded: "Thank you, Brother Yan."

"If you want to thank me, then take good care of yourself so you can get revenge, right?" Lin Jingyi softened his voice and spoke to Nie Shuangshuang as if coaxing a child.

This gave Nie Shuangshuang the illusion that he liked her.

After all, every time Wuji did that to her, he would gently comfort her.

If Lin Jingyi knew that Nie Shuangshuang was comparing her to Mo Wuji, she would definitely feel extremely unlucky.