Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

"Are you Ella?" Arthur's voice was full of uncertainty.

Qin Baobao didn't need to turn around to know that Arthur's blue eyes were definitely full of doubt.

Qin Baobao didn't want to lie to him, nor could she. She had no memory of Aila; she was a completely different person.

"Yes and no, I am using Aila's body, but I am not Aila."

Qin Baobao had never thought about this question before, assuming that the world consciousness had found her a body.

If the original owner of this body hadn't died, where would she be now?

The system is so unreliable, there's no need to even ask. They definitely don't know anything; how could such a thing happen?

Qin Baobao channeled her consciousness into her body and discovered the original owner's faint soul in a corner.

She was a very pretty little girl, with blonde hair and blue eyes like a porcelain doll. She kept shrinking into a corner, afraid she'd be completely eliminated.

Qin Baobao's soul was too powerful, squeezing the other's soul until it became increasingly transparent. In just a short while, it was about to disappear completely.

Qin Baobao had no choice but to channel her own power into her body and then gently nurture her in a corner.

Qin Baobao, who had never examined her own soul, felt that her soul was far too powerful.

How long have I been occupying this body? Were the original owners all squeezed to death like this? Their deaths were so humiliating and arbitrary. It's one thing for others, but Hongyun is from a mythical world—doesn't she put up a fight?

They used their own bodies as prisons, dying silently inside.

This just doesn't make sense!

He quickly pulled his attention away and turned to look at Arthur behind him. He expected to see an angry look in Arthur's eyes, but Arthur was completely calm.

“In that situation, she would have certainly died. I should thank you for preserving her body.”

Qin Baobao saw that he was clenching his fists in suppressed anger, even though Arthur's expression was very calm.

Qin Baobao nodded approvingly, smiled, and noticed that Arthur's fist was clenched even tighter, and there was even a possibility that he would raise it.

"Ella hasn't disappeared. I'll give her back to you when I leave."

A tremendous surge of joy erupted in Arthur's blue eyes. He excitedly paced around twice, then stumbled and nearly fell from a great height.

He muttered to himself, "She's still alive! She's actually alive! Thank goodness!" He was completely oblivious to his dangerous situation. He knew it! How could someone so adorable suddenly take over someone else's body?

Qin Baobao: Was I blind just now? A fist almost hit my face.

Two years ago, Ella's mother entrusted Ella to him, and he single-handedly lured the vampire away. At that time, he promised to take good care of Ella. He thought he was going to break his promise, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, and Ella was still alive.

Qin Baobao controlled the magical artifact to land on the ground.

The crowd cheered enthusiastically and lined the streets to welcome her. Some even took off the flower garlands from their clothes and threw them at Qin Baobao. Those who saw this followed suit, throwing jewelry, flower garlands, and hats at her relentlessly.

At this moment, the Azure Rainbow Sword thoughtfully transformed into a small net, catching everything thrown at Qin Baobao with perfect accuracy.

Seeing this, everyone threw even more enthusiastically. No matter how they threw it, the Azure Rainbow Sword remained a small net. It neither grew larger nor revealed anything, which was quite magical.

When they arrived at Aila's house, Qinghongjian had already amassed a bountiful harvest. He dumped the items into the yard, creating a mountain of gifts.

Hats, bow ties, bracelets, flower wreaths—they have everything.

Qin Baobao took out a storage ring and put all the items inside.

Who knows when this pile of garbage might be put to good use?

I drank some spring water to replenish my strength.

Qin Baobao is going to check out the plot.

Turning her head, Qin Baobao saw Arthur still following behind. She scratched her head sheepishly when she looked over.

"I want to ask, what's your name?" Arthur was extremely flustered, clutching the hem of his clothes and nervously rubbing it.

"Qin Baobao, you can still call me Aila normally." This is also considering that the original owner will come back in the future. She can't live for thousands of years and be captured as a monster!

Many medicinal herbs and plants can no longer be used, and ginseng fruit can no longer be eaten.

What a pity! Ginseng fruit tastes pretty good.

"Qin Baobao, Baobao?" He chewed on these two words, feeling a sense of familiarity.

After Arthur left, Qin Baobao began to review the plot.

After reading the plot, Qin Baobao wanted to curse.

The plot is getting simpler and simpler; it's supposed to be about saving angels.

Where are the angels? What happened to them? Not a single word is given.

Okay, this isn't the first or second time the plot has been unconvincing.

I wanted to ask Arthur, but he went back next door. There was nothing I could do but take a nap and deal with the rest later.

Qin Baobao's laziness is getting worse and worse; she wants to lie down all the time.

As the sun sets, birds return to their nests in the mountains.

Qin Baobao was woken up by hunger. Now that she was a mortal, she had to eat on time.

Despite seeing the dazzling array of food in the space, Qin Baobao had no appetite at all.

All she wants right now is a hot meal.

I wonder if there are any restaurants in this chaotic little town?

Think of the rampant vampires outside and the cramped living spaces of humans. A restaurant? That's a pipe dream!

"Ella, are you home?"

Qin Baobao was struggling with her meal problem when Arthur, the timely rain, showed up at the door.

Qin Baobao opened the door, and Arthur was standing outside.

"My mom made roast chicken and would like to invite you to eat with her."

The two went to Arthur's house together. Arthur's mother was a gentle middle-aged woman.

His father was brutally murdered by vampires last year, and his family was not well-off.

The roast chicken I made today is to celebrate the defeat of the vampire.

During the meal, Arthur's mother kept putting food on her plate.

Looking at the meager amount of food at Arthur's house, Qin Baobao secretly placed a bag of rice in a corner before leaving.

They are attacked by vampires from the outside and suffer from food shortages from the inside.

The people here live such a hard life.

Qin Baobao decided to help the people here.

I just don't know if eliminating the vampires will affect the plot.

Although I don't know the plot, the weapon in my hand is too destructive. It could even destroy the world.

"Qi Yunzi is an angel. He killed the vampire, so there shouldn't be a big problem," Qin Baobao said to herself, trying to comfort herself.

Taking advantage of the time when vampires are most active at night, I boarded my flying artifact and went to the forest. After circling around, I didn't see a single vampire.

The escaped vampire: In the blink of an eye, hundreds of vampires were dead. Am I supposed to stay here and wait to die?

Helpless, Qin Baobao had no choice but to fly to a more distant place and kill all the vampires there.

The people of Lincheng saw a flash of light across the sky and exclaimed that an angel had come to save them.

And so Qin Baobao gained another title, "angel," and a city's worth of supporters.

After eliminating the vampires surrounding three towns in one night, Qin Baobao yawned; it was time to sleep.

Lying in bed, Qin Baobao could barely keep her eyes open. She closed them and drifted into a deep sleep.

She dreamt again of that shimmering river, where leaves drifted down and slowly sank to the bottom. The river seemed endless, stretching into the distance.

Qin Baobao could clearly feel that she had turned into a tree, rooted right by the river. The wind rustled through the leaves, many of which had already turned yellow, just waiting for a gust of wind to blow them into the river.

A tear rolled down Qin Bao's cheek; for some reason, she felt a pang of sadness.