Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Jiang Suonan looked at Fan Yang, who was charging at him bare-handed, gritted his teeth, and slammed his staff into the ground.

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, transforming into a place he knew all too well—his childhood home.

In the courtyard, a woman wearing a white dress had her hair in a bun, with her bangs tucked behind her ears, and was holding a small water bottle.

Yes, in this technologically advanced age, my mother always planted plants in the simplest way.

The woman seemed to notice Huan Yang, turned her head and looked at him with a gentle smile: "Why are you home so late? The food is almost cold. Wash your hands and go eat."

Pan Yang took a deep breath. He had also imagined this scene before, what would have happened if his mother hadn't died, what would have happened if they had escaped together.

001 cried out in alarm, "Host! This is fake! This is an illusion created by Jiang Sunan using his staff!"

Pan Yang ignored 001 and quietly looked at Fang Xiaoyue.

Fang Xiaoyue was a little puzzled when she saw that Pan Yang didn't make any move, but she still couldn't bear to scold him: "What are you thinking about now, child? Go and eat."

"Mom." Pan Yang opened his mouth, perhaps unaware that his voice trembled slightly.

"What's wrong? Is your throat sore? Or do you have a fever?"

"Tsk." Pan Yang looked at her, reached out and placed his hand on Fang Xiaoyue's face. Everything looked very warm and cozy. However, the next second, Fang Xiaoyue let out a scream.

It turned out that Fan Yang had just snapped Fang Xiaoyue's neck. Her head spun around on the ground and quickly disappeared along with her body.

Then the surrounding scene suddenly shattered. Pan Yang rubbed his wrist and looked at Jiang Sunan, who was in shock.

"Now it is your turn."

Jiang Suonan took a few steps back. He had only been in this world for a short while, how could he possibly leave now? How would he explain it to his godfather?

"Pan Yang!" Jiang Sunan shouted, "Haven't you realized where you went wrong yet?!"

Just then, a figure ran in from outside. The person had golden hair and golden eyes, and held a strange white sword in his hand. He looked at Fan Yang with some anxiety: "Are you alright?"

"If it weren't for you, would Zhou Yang have been trapped in the small world? Would Fang Xiaoyue have died? Would those innocent planets have disappeared?"

The king was bewildered; he simply couldn't understand what this wicked man and his son were talking about.

Xiao Yi felt a little uneasy watching all this. Could it be that Jiang Suonan couldn't kill Huan Yang? They were so close, just one step away!

Jiang Sunan took a deep breath and threw away the broken staff in his hand: "If you had obeyed and gone to the Time and Space Administration Bureau with your godfather, none of this would have happened, and none of them would have been in trouble. So, Pan Yang, just as your godfather said, you are a threat!"

Zhou Yang, hearing Jiang Sunan's question with some confusion, ran up to Pan Yang amidst the scattered pieces of the table from the fight and said to Jiang Sunan, "What are you talking about? I'm perfectly fine."

After saying that, he snorted coldly and shoved Xiaoyao back into Pan Yang's hand: "Here's your sword back."

Pan Yang gripped his sword, ruffled Zhou Yang's hair with his other hand, and then looked at Jiang Sunan: "Are you done talking?"

"You?" Jiang Sunan felt incredulous. Why, why did Pan Yang not feel a trace of regret, or even a trace of pain? "You are so cold-blooded."

"Yes, just consider me cold-blooded." Pan Yang shook Xiaoyao; indeed, this sword was much more comfortable to handle.

Seeing that Xiaoyao had returned to Huanyang's hands, Jiang Suonan knew he was no match for Huanyang now and could only look for another opportunity. A cloud of smoke appeared all around him.

When the smoke cleared, Jiang Sunan was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone watched this scene in shock, and the king was even more incredulous that his youngest son had actually driven away the evil wizard.

"I'm going back to rest first, you guys continue having fun." After saying that, Pan Yang left with Zhou Yang and returned to his room.

Xiao Yi watched Pan Yang's departing figure. He had originally planned to have that male witch get rid of Pan Yang tonight, but he didn't expect the male witch to be so useless!

Tonight's behavior of Pan Yang will surely impress his father. He must come up with a new plan to ensure that Pan Yang does not inherit the throne.

Inside the room, Pan Yang sat on a soft couch, while Zhou Yang simply sat quietly beside him.

Seeing that the atmosphere around them was a bit dull, 001 said, "Host, you don't need to listen to Jiang Suonan. At first, I also thought it was all yours... but I later found out that Master had been hiding a lot of things."

Pan Yang thought to himself: Why should I listen to Jiang Sunan?

001: "Huh? What's going on, host?"

Pan Yang: Boss, can't you take a break if you're tired?

001: "..." Okay.

Zhou Yang finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Hey, although I don't know what that person was talking about, I feel that you're a pretty good person after spending these past few days with you, so I trust you. But why did he drag me into this?"

“He’s jealous of us.” Pan Yang began to spout nonsense with a straight face: “He’s jealous that we’re together, so he’s talking nonsense.”

"Oh, I see." Zhou Yang suddenly realized, then shook his head as if remembering something: "No, no, when were we ever together!"

Pan Yang pointed to the bracelet on his wrist: "Accepting this means we're together."

"But you gave this to me!"

"You didn't refuse."

"!" Zhou Yang sensed the cunning of humans at this moment. He snorted coldly and moved to the other side: "Hmph, your human affections are not trustworthy."

"You can always trust me." Pan Yang's voice was calm, but it inexplicably warmed Zhou Yang's heart and even made him feel a little flutter.

"Then I'll trust you this once," Zhou Yang muttered softly.

Pan Yang looked at Zhou Yang with a hint of helplessness, then lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

However, the next second, his hand was covered by Zhou Yang's hand, and Zhou Yang said somewhat awkwardly, "You can trust me. I can help you solve any problems. I am a dragon."

"it is good."

Late at night, Zhou Yang was fast asleep, lying across Pan Yang's bed, practically taking over the entire bed by himself.

Pan Yang stood by the window, holding a necklace in her hand, gazing at the moon in the sky, her thoughts drifting away.

“001, I once had the same idea as Jiang Sunan.”

"And you, host?"

"I just suddenly realized that they wanted me dead even though I hadn't done anything. They killed everyone along the way, and all I did was kill those who deserved to die."

"I am not wrong, I will never be wrong, the idea of ​​victim guilt is absurd."

For so many years, he has always believed in his own actions; if he didn't believe in himself, he wouldn't be himself.