Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

"You knew all along?" he asked cautiously.

Pan Yang nodded casually.

Yang Zhouyang's heart sank. Seeing this, Mo Zhu instantly drew his sword and stood in front of Yang Zhouyang.

"Move aside." Hearing Zhou Yang speak, Mo Zhu had no choice but to step aside.

“Pan Yang, listen to me. I did have an ulterior motive at first, but…” He paused, but what? But he had fallen in love with him while scheming. If that was the case, Pan Yang would probably only feel disgusted.

Upon realizing this, Yang Zhouyang suddenly coughed up another mouthful of blood, then casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Yes, I was using you. Anyone would be tempted by the promise of immortality from the Longevity Clan, so I was just acting from the beginning." Since that's how it is, then so be it. What difference does it make if I admit that my feelings are genuine?

"I just didn't expect that you weren't drugged. It was my carelessness. I know that Mo Zhu is no match for you. You can kill me at any time if you want, and I will not regret it."

At this moment, Pan Yang looked at him without saying a word, which made Yang Zhouyang even more flustered.

However, what Pan Yang thought to himself was: See, this is what happens when you're stubborn.

001: "6" Damn it, if it weren't for you, host, would this scene have happened? Host, you're just being reckless. You've got Zhou Yang's love-struck brain all figured out.

"Since that's the case," Pan Yang looked at him, took out a box from his pocket and placed it in front of Yang Zhouyang: "There is a pill in here, and there is a Gu poison inside the pill. If you eat it, you will be tortured to death by this Gu poison. You can choose for yourself."

“Alright.” Yang Zhouyang looked at the box in front of him and took a deep breath: “Mozhu, you don’t need to stay after I die. Our master-servant relationship is over.”

Mo Zhu opened his mouth but could only refute it. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, knowing he was no match for his friend.

Yang Zhouyang picked up the box, opened it, and found a pill lying there. Without hesitation, he swallowed it, closed his eyes, and awaited death.

After a long while, he felt no fatal pain, but the pain caused by his illness lessened. He opened his eyes and looked at Fan Yang with some confusion.

Pan Yang stood up from the chair, walked behind him, and pulled the wheelchair back a bit: "Have you finished acting? Take a few steps and see."

"What?" Yang Zhouyang was increasingly puzzled, but he still obediently listened to Pan Yang and stood up from his wheelchair. To his surprise, it was surprisingly easy.

Feeling somewhat incredulous, he took a few steps forward and indeed felt no burden. He looked at Fan Yang in shock: "You?"

“I told you I had a way to cure your illness.” Pan Yang shrugged.

"But me, aren't you angry or hate me?"

"Oh, so you put on a sadomasochistic act." Pan Yang said matter-of-factly, then looked at him incredulously: "You're not addicted to acting, are you? Hmm, are you a masochist? That shouldn't be the case."

Yang Zhouyang looked at him blankly, then felt as if there was indeed a worm in his body, and that the pill was indeed a Gu.

Then he looked at Fan Yang's wrist, walked over suddenly, grabbed his wrist, and saw a bean-sized worm wriggling inside his wrist for a while before disappearing. Then he felt as if all the pain in his body had disappeared.

"you?"

"Don't look at me like that." Huan Yang felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. "I'm not that generous. This is a mother-child Gu. My lifespan is already as long as that of an ordinary person, and your condition can be suppressed. But if I die, you will also leave death."

"Pan Yang." Yang Zhouyang felt ridiculous at this moment, he was really stupid: "I'll die with you from now on."

Upon seeing this, Mo Zhu immediately knelt down: "This subordinate is willing to accept the punishment."

Yang Zhouyang looked at Mo Zhu with obvious displeasure: "I have already said that our master-servant relationship has come to an end."

"Your subordinate knows his crime!" He kowtowed heavily as if he couldn't hear him.

“You’re just worried about Zhou Yang’s condition,” Pan Yang said.

A glint flashed in Mo Zhu's eyes, and she suddenly looked up at Fan Yang.

Unfortunately, the next second, Pan Yang continued, "But I'm a selfish person, and I'm afraid I can't let Zhou Yang keep you by his side. I'll give you one last chance to get out, otherwise I won't hesitate to kill you."

Hearing these words, Mo Zhu felt utterly devastated. She kowtowed three times to Yang Zhouyang before finally leaving.

This matter was considered to be over. In the following days, Yang Zhouyang made no attempt to hide the fact that he had recovered and openly wandered around.

Then some people started spreading rumors that Yang Zhouyang was the chosen one, and that his previous illness was just a test from heaven. Now that the test was over, he had been approved by heaven and would probably be the next emperor.

This rumor spread like wildfire, reaching everyone in the capital. Yang Wenbo found it laughable; he thought Yang Zhouyang was probably just having a final burst of energy before his death, and that he would likely die suddenly in his residence in a few days.

However, as the days went by, Yang Zhouyang remained unharmed, and he finally began to worry. If that person was truly alright, he feared the throne would not be his.

Thinking of this, he felt uneasy and knew he had to get rid of Yang Zhouyang immediately.

In the past, Yang Zhouyang would not go hunting in the autumn because of his illness, but this time he was healthy and had no reason not to go.

The Emperor briefly explained the rules, which were simply that whoever caught the most prey would win. It was easy to understand. Since Yang Zhouyang was participating for the first time, he could bring one person with him, so Pan Yang came along as well.

The hunting grounds were vast, and Pan Yang leaned lazily against a tree and yawned.

Yang Zhouyang sighed and took out a snack from his pocket and handed it to Pan Yang. Who brings snacks to the hunting grounds?

Pan Yang raised an eyebrow at him and took the snack.

"I was afraid you'd be bored, so I secretly brought some food. You can sit here and eat. I used to cook a few bites when my condition wasn't so serious," Yang Zhouyang said.

Upon hearing this, Fan Yang wondered if the big boss was the type to slack off! Of course, this was a hidden character asking him to slack off, so he reluctantly agreed to take a break. It was rare for a hidden character to show such consideration.

Faced with Pan Yang's inner thoughts, 001 could only say "Heh heh, host, don't overact."

Yang Zhouyang chuckled as he saw him sitting on the ground eating snacks. When he spotted a wild rabbit in the grass, his expression immediately turned serious, and he took an arrow from the quiver behind him and aimed it.

The arrow was shot out, and the rabbit fell to the ground motionless. Yang Zhouyang was a little surprised and quickly ran over. His arrow had only hit the leg and was not fatal. Then he saw a small patch of blood and a bloody pebble on the rabbit's forehead.

Yang Zhouyang looked at the nonchalant Pan Yang with a hint of helplessness: "You don't need to help me."

"Oh, I didn't help you." Pan Yang blinked, looking confused.

Yang Zhouyang found it amusing, yet somewhat helpless.

001: "When can we leave this place of trouble? I don't want to see them showing off their love at all."