Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

"What?" Zhou Yang asked, somewhat bewildered.

“I said I’m definitely more suited to be a demon,” Pan Yang continued.

The girl couldn't see Zhou Yang, only Pan Yang talking to himself. In the end, she didn't get any answers and quietly left. She was determined to persevere.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang looked at Huan Yang in disbelief. This person should be an angel, not a demon, right? You know, angels look down on demons and would even avoid them when they see them.

Not to mention an angel wanting to become a demon.

"You..." Zhou Yang suddenly had nothing to say. He just thought this angel was quite interesting and wanted to tease him: "Work hard." In the end, he managed to utter these four words and left.

Today's task is to create traffic congestion.

Pan Yang watched him leave, shrugged, and followed him.

Half an hour later, looking at the completely congested road, Zhou Yang clapped his hands in satisfaction. Perfect. What was the next task again? Something like persuading someone to commit a robbery.

Just as Zhou Yang turned to leave the roadside, he suddenly noticed Pan Yang following him and was startled, reflexively taking a few steps back: "Little angel, why are you following me?"

"I'm just passing by, and my name is Pan Yang," Pan Yang said.

Fine, I'll just pass by.

Zhou Yang didn't want to get too entangled with this angel. After all, angels and demons have been enemies since the Garden of Eden, and it would be good enough if they didn't fight each other.

Pan Yang blocked his way.

Zhou Yang was now helpless: "Pan Yang, tell me, what exactly is your purpose?"

“You.” Pan Yang blinked, took out the bracelet, and directly pulled Zhou Yang’s wrist and put it on. The bracelet was completely out of place with his suit.

"What?" Zhou Yang was caught off guard by Huan Yang's series of actions.

"My target is you." Pan Yang looked at Zhou Yang as if he were an idiot. Could becoming a demon really cause a loss of intelligence? It shouldn't be like that. It's okay, I don't mind.

Looking at Pan Yang's eyes, Zhou Yang felt speechless. He watched as he tore off the bracelet and threw it to Pan Yang: "Aren't you afraid of being punished for getting entangled with a demon?"

“I don’t mean to pester you, it’s mutual affection,” Pan Yang said seriously, then simply stuffed the bracelet into his suit pocket.

Mutual affection? Zhou Yang's feelings were complicated. How did this person come up with the phrase "mutual affection"?

"Don't you, as an angel, have anything to do?"

After thinking it over carefully, it seemed that besides persuading the little girl, he also needed to save someone from going astray by robbery.

"Yes, to stop someone from robbing."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang's eyes lit up. He had persuaded Huan Yang to agree, and this way the situation could be resolved, making the job complete.

Thinking about this, Zhou Yang felt that getting to know this angel wasn't so bad. He glanced at the time and thought, "Perfect timing, I'll go home and rest."

"My job is to arrange a robbery, so we're even. You can have fun, little angel. I'm off now." With that, he turned and left.

He was different from the other demons; Hell was too filthy for him, so he was the only demon who lived among humans.

He walked towards the parking lot; he had just bought a luxury car with his own money, and he had to drive it.

He regretted it as soon as he drove off, because he had caused a traffic jam on the road.

Hearing the horns blaring outside, Zhou Yang was speechless. These stupid humans, what's the point of honking? Hearing the horns all around him, he honked his horn a few times in response.

"Quiet down, everyone." This is incredibly unlucky; I can't just leave my car here.

Then a figure appeared by his car window. He rolled down the window with a hint of helplessness: "What's wrong?"

"Open the car door."

Zhou Yang was a little confused. He opened the car door, and the next second, Pan Yang plopped down in the passenger seat and closed the door.

"???" This was the first time Zhou Yang had ever encountered such an impolite angel: "I'm going home."

"It's a coincidence that we're going the same way."

"What, you live in the human world too?"

“No, I want to go to your house too,” Pan Yang said directly.

"..."

This angel was really bold; it took the two of them an entire afternoon to finally arrive at Zhou Yang's house.

Zhou Yang's home is very luxurious; it's a large villa.

Pan Yang glanced around; it was very clean and tidy. He saw a book on the table, walked over, and casually flipped through a couple of pages. Tsk, he never expected Zhou Yang to be like this.

"That book was lent to me by another demon." Zhou Yang snatched the book away with lightning speed, coughed twice, and said, "This book isn't mine. I'll return it to him later."

He regretted it as soon as he said it. What was he trying to explain? Was it not normal for a demon to have such a book at home?

Pan Yang shrugged: "Oh, do you want to see it? I should be able to find the second volume of this book." He didn't seem to sense anything was wrong and spoke very seriously.

Now Zhou Yang was increasingly doubtful whether the person in front of him was really an angel. He took a deep breath to calm his complicated feelings: "Little angel, shouldn't you be holy as an angel?"

Pan Yang blinked, snapped his fingers, and pure white wings appeared behind him. A halo appeared above his head, and his light golden hair and white eyes gave him a holy and inviolable appearance.

"Fine, you're holy." Zhou Yang said with a hint of helplessness.

Pan Yang was very satisfied and retracted the halo and wings: "So, do you want the second volume?"

"Cough." Zhou Yang choked abruptly: "No need." He took a deep breath, took off his suit jacket, and casually tossed it onto the sofa.

He sat on the sofa without any regard for his image, realizing that home was indeed the most comfortable place for him, where he could perhaps take a nap.

How about I live at your place from now on?

These words completely dispelled Zhou Yang's drowsiness, and he looked at Fan Yang in shock.

"What did you say?"

"I'm staying at your house?" Pan Yang asked, somewhat confused.

Zhou Yang stood up from the sofa, tugged at his collar, and irritably touched his hair.

Looking at the angel standing there, her snow-white skin and light golden hair were so dazzling, and her white eyes were filled with coldness.

Zhou Yang walked towards him step by step, his slender fingers brushing across the man's cheek. He raised an eyebrow with a hint of amusement: "Do you know that I am a demon, and you, an angel, are in a demon's house..." He trailed off the last syllable, not finishing his sentence.

But his hands didn't stop moving. He unbuttoned Pan Yang's shirt, but Pan Yang's face didn't show any panic or fear. He just quietly watched his next move.

Well, he wasn't a succubus, so he didn't really want it. He sighed, "I'm really defeated by you. You angel are really strange."