Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Just then, Sean walked into the classroom and saw the unharmed Pan Yang, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

He walked up to Fan Yang and looked down at him: "I'm giving you one last chance. Will you follow me or choose the same path as last night? You should think carefully. There are many people who admire me, and many vampires."

Pan Yang blinked, took out his phone, and dialed a number: "I'm being threatened by a vampire. Yes, Qingfeng Academy, the southernmost classroom on the third floor of the teaching building. Yes, Pan Yang."

Sean stared at Pan Yang in shock: "You called the Vampire Hunter Association?"

The Vampire Hunter Association has a hotline, which is undoubtedly to help humans better protect themselves.

Pan Yang put his phone away and looked at Sean with an expression that said, "What else?"

"Pan Yang, you should think this through. I am the son of a prince. Arresting me requires evidence."

Upon hearing this, Pan Yang took out a recorder, turned it on, and Sean's voice suddenly appeared.

"You!" Sean looked at Pan Yang and felt that this person had changed a lot.

Several vampire hunters quickly arrived at the door: "Who is Pan Yang?"

“Here.” Pan Yang beckoned. “It’s him. He was just threatening me.” As he spoke, he turned on the recorder.

Upon hearing this, the men looked at Sean with a serious expression and said, "Please come with us."

Sean glared fiercely at Pan Yang, but in the end, he had no choice but to leave with them.

The students around him were shocked; no one expected that Pan Yang would actually call the Vampire Hunter Association directly.

Pan Yang glanced casually at everyone in the classroom before continuing to lie down and sleep.

Anfield raised an eyebrow in surprise. It seemed that Pan Yang had really changed. Just thinking about how angry Sean was made her feel good.

The teacher came in quickly. He didn't say anything about the incident before class and quietly started the lesson.

During the lunch break, Pan Yang went to the restaurant, ordered a few dishes, and found a corner to sit down.

Anfield walked over with a synthetic blood pack in his mouth: "You've really offended Sean this time. You'll be in danger when he comes out."

"Oh." Pan Yang replied indifferently and continued eating his lunch. Why did someone always approach him whenever he came to the restaurant? Was this some kind of NPC quest gathering place?

"How about you come with me? Don't worry, I won't treat you like a blood slave or anything. I'll just make friends." Anfil said, observing Huan Yang's expression, but Huan Yang didn't show any change in expression.

"unnecessary."

"Tsk, at least I'm supposed to help you find someone. By the way, why are you looking for Zhou Yang?"

Pan Yang took a deep breath; he couldn't eat in peace any longer. He summoned Xiao Yao and slammed him onto the table.

Anfil glanced at the sword, a look of amazement flashing across her eyes. "This sword is truly beautiful," she said. "It's not a silver sword; it can't harm vampires." As she spoke, she reached out to touch Xiaoyao.

The moment her fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, she felt an icy chill. As a vampire, she was naturally cold, but the sword's coldness made her feel even colder. Moreover, the instant she touched the sword, she seemed to hear it making a fuss.

It was as if countless souls were arguing, shouting and yelling about killing.

Anfil felt only fear upon thinking about it. What was the origin of this sword? He glanced at the nonchalant Pan Yang and ultimately chose to leave. The emergence of such a sword undoubtedly posed a great threat to their vampire clan.

Pan Yang remained unharmed all afternoon; few dared to provoke him, and even fewer vampires dared to approach him.

Life continued peacefully for several days until Sean was released. However, this time he behaved himself and did not directly threaten Pan Yang.

On the way home at night, there were very few people and not even any cars in sight. After all, the night is the domain of vampires, and even with vampire hunters around, very few people come out at night.

Pan Yang deliberately walked into the alley, and sure enough, several last-generation vampires appeared, their eyes revealing greed and radiating a chilling light.

Pan Yang summoned Xiao Yao, and these vampires, apart from being fast, were hardly any powerful. Pan Yang quickly dealt with them.

As soon as he stepped out of the alley, he saw a person lying on the roadside. Pan Yang blinked and, adhering to his principle of not meddling in other people's business, chose to walk around him. However, the person seemed to sense someone's presence and suddenly sat up. After recognizing Pan Yang, the person said, "Save me."

Upon hearing the voice, Pan Yang stopped in his tracks. He walked up to the person, and in the light of the streetlamp, he could just make out the person's face. Zhou Yang?!

Pan Yang's eyes lit up, and without saying a word, he lifted Zhou Yang. 001 watched Pan Yang's movements, afraid that Zhou Yang would throw him out at any moment.

Back home, Pan Yang put him on the sofa. Zhou Yang's abdomen was still bleeding, but the wound was visibly healing.

"Hungry." The man's voice was weak.

Pan Yang blinked. The host didn't have any blood packs at home. Where was he going to buy blood packs for this vampire to drink in the middle of the night?

Just as Pan Yang was considering whether to go out and look for him, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by the person, and the next second he was lying on the sofa with Zhou Yang on top of him.

Their eyes met, and Zhou Yang's blood-red eyes held a hint of allure. Huan Yang felt as if he were about to fall into them, and he was momentarily stunned.

Suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his neck, he instantly regained consciousness and felt the blood draining away. "You bastard, you think I'm food, huh?" In the end, he didn't resist.

But Zhou Yang showed no sign of stopping. Pan Yang felt that if he didn't stop him, he would be killed by this bastard. He suddenly rolled over, pressed his arm against the man's neck, and pressed down on the man's shoulder with one hand.

He said somewhat speechlessly, "If you keep sucking me, I'll die." Blood loss made his voice weak, but the strength in his hands did not diminish at all.

Zhou Yang showed no signs of weakness; instead, he smiled, his blood-red eyes gleaming. Pan Yang simply covered his eyes, saying, "Don't try that trick on me a second time."

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Zhou Yang said.

Pan Yang rolled her eyes, got off him, and sat on the sofa: "Say what you will, but you lay down on the roadside just to ambush me?"

Zhou Yang sat lazily on the sofa, exuding an elegant air: "I just accidentally fell on the roadside, waiting for a few..." Zhou Yang looked at Pan Yang's eyes and suddenly panicked, then immediately corrected himself, "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yang felt the oppressive feeling from Huan Yang disappear. He felt that this person was very strange. This person was not a vampire hunter, but he could kill those low-level vampires on his own and was not afraid of him at all.

Then, he saw Huan Yang put a bracelet on his wrist. He didn't resist, casually shaking his wrist as he looked at the bracelet, and said with a lazy smile, "Is this a token of love? Did you fall in love with me at first sight?"