Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

When An Zhouyang returned to his residence and saw Pan Yang sitting in a rocking chair in the courtyard, he would have thought that Pan Yang was the master of the mansion.

"You went to the Prime Minister's residence in the middle of the night to beat someone up?"

Hearing his words, Pan Yang looked up and said, "Who beat someone up? I was just negotiating reasonably."

001: "Oh right, you beat General Li so badly he cried."

Pan Yang: Is it my fault? Who told him to be so fragile? It was just a broken halberd, who knew the child would cry and scream like that.

An Zhouyang took a deep breath. Well, he underestimated Pan Yang: "I'm reluctantly keeping you here. Tomorrow I'm going to the temple to pray for blessings, so you'll come with me."

"I don't believe in feudal superstitions. Just ask me for whatever you want," said Pan Yang, casually reclining in a rocking chair with his legs crossed and expressionless.

"What if I want your life?" An Zhouyang looked at him with a smile on his face, but a dark glint flashed in his eyes.

“Sure.” Pan Yang straightened up, putting down his crossed legs, his eyes deep. “But you have to give me your life too.”

"A madman," An Zhouyang said softly, but at this moment he felt that this was the real Pan Yang, as if the previous person was not Pan Yang at all.

Pan Yang shrugged and lay back down. Why is this kid swearing? He's so rude.

Seeing his reaction, An Zhouyang didn't continue speaking and slowly walked into the study.

Seeing this scene, 001 suddenly asked, "Host, if the hidden character is in danger and only your sacrifice can save him, would you sacrifice yourself?"

Pan Yang: Tsk, are you trying to trick me?

001: "How could that be! My loyalty to my host is as clear as day!"

Pan Yang sneered: I never accept any blackmail, but if Zhou Yang dies, you and your master, including his Time and Space Administration, will all be buried with him.

001 felt a chill run down her spine for no apparent reason and quickly said, "Host, I will never betray you!"

袢炀: I don't believe it.

001: "......"

The next morning, An Zhouyang had already packed his luggage and got into the carriage. Pan Yang followed him into the carriage without any politeness.

The carriage left the city quickly; it would take about a day to reach the temple.

Pan Yang leaned back in his chair and casually picked up an apple and took a bite.

An Zhouyang glanced at him and said, "The apple was poisoned. I poisoned it." As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face.

"Oh." Pan Yang took another bite as if nothing had happened. "It's quite delicious, add more."

It's really hard to judge these two people who are talking nonsense.

"Aren't you really afraid I'll poison you?" An Zhouyang was somewhat surprised. He really couldn't understand why Pan Yang was so casual and fearless.

"What are you afraid of? Would you really poison me?"

"..." An Zhouyang looked into Pan Yang's dark eyes and finally sighed. Why was this kid so confident? "No."

"That's settled then." Pan Yang took another bite of the apple.

No sooner had Pan Yang finished speaking than an arrow pierced through the carriage curtain and shot straight in, hitting the swollen apple in Pan Yang's hand.

An Zhouyang glanced to the side and saw dozens of men in black rush out the next second, heading towards the carriage without saying a word.

The guards were startled and fought back, shouting, "Beware of assassins! Protect the prince!"

A sword pierced through the air, but Pan Yang reacted quickly and drew his white sword to block it.

The next second, the entire top of the carriage was flipped over. Pan Yang pulled An Zhouyang behind him, and the assassin jumped up, his sword aimed at An Zhouyang.

However, they were all knocked down by Fan Yang. As the number of assassins dwindled, one of them actually stabbed the horse with his sword. The horse was startled by the pain and pulled the carriage away quickly.

An Zhouyang was caught off guard and almost lost his balance, but Pan Yang supported him by the waist.

“This direction leads to a cliff.” An Zhouyang frowned.

"It's alright." Pan Yang weighed the white sword in his hand, then cut the rope tethering the horse with one stroke, causing the carriage to tip over uncontrollably.

An Zhouyang reflexively closed his eyes, only to feel a dizzying sensation, but no pain occurred. He opened his eyes and looked at Pan Yang with some surprise.

All that could be seen was that Pan Yang held him tightly in her arms, and behind Pan Yang was a tree. It was clear that when the carriage overturned, the two of them tumbled down, and Pan Yang crashed directly into the tree.

Before An Zhouyang could speak, the group of assassins reappeared.

An Zhouyang stood up from the ground, looking warily at the assassin, and glanced at Pan Yang, who slowly stood up: "You're injured now."

There's no way someone could have escaped unscathed from that impact.

"It's okay, I won't die." Pan Yang gasped. He felt a burning pain all over his back. He should have known better than to tough it out.

Pan Yang flicked the white sword in his hand and looked at the assassins that had emerged from the shadows around him. It was a bit troublesome, but not a big problem.

"You." An Zhouyang was about to speak when he saw Pan Yang draw his sword and rush forward without saying a word.

His moves were as fluid as water, and almost every strike hit the assassin.

Seeing this, an assassin glanced at An Zhouyang, who was silently approaching him. Before the sword could fall, the assassin's chest was pierced by the sword.

"Tsk, troublesome." Pan Yang glanced at the remaining assassins, the dark red patterns on the white sword in his hand becoming vibrant again: "I'll give you ten seconds."

"Ha, still being stubborn even when death is imminent," the assassin mocked, and in an instant, the remaining assassins charged straight at Fan Yang.

The white sword was like a monster, reaping their lives.

Exactly ten seconds later, the last assassin fell to the ground, lifeless.

Pan Yang shook the blood off the white sword, tossed it back into his spatial storage, and took a deep breath.

An Zhouyang was shocked by what had just happened. After regaining her senses, she hurriedly went over to him and asked, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Pan Yang shook his head, but the pain in his back made him gasp; he was afraid his bones were about to break.

"You didn't need to protect me at all just now."

"Oh, I'll protect you if I want to." Pan Yang blurted out. Who am I? I'm a big shot! Do you think a big shot can just run away like that? No way!

The arriving guards were shocked to see the corpse on the ground, but breathed a sigh of relief when they saw An Zhouyang, who was unharmed.

An Zhouyang saw the approaching guards and then looked at Pan Yang: "We can only walk to the temple now, are you okay?"

"no problem."

It was nearly afternoon when the group arrived at the temple, and the monks quickly went up to greet them.

Inside the meditation room, An Zhouyang couldn't help but gasp when he saw the injury on Fan Yang's back.

His entire back was red and swollen, even turning blue, and Pan Yang's hand was also cut when he rolled down.

"Is this what you mean by 'nothing'?" An Zhouyang found it unbelievable; this person probably didn't feel pain.

"I'm really fine, I won't die." Pan Yang said with a straight face. Oh my god, that hurts so much! I, a big shot, can actually get injured. I was careless, I was careless. I have to pay! I have to pay!

001: When will I finally be able to stop hearing my host's inner thoughts?