Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Watching Liu Ru's hurried escape, Pan Yang weighed Xiao Yao in his hand. He thought, "If I accidentally throw this sword now and it happens to kill Liu Ru, there shouldn't be any problem, right?"

Zhou Yang glanced at Liu Ru with a hint of disgust, then noticed Pan Yang's actions and asked with some confusion, "Little angel, what are you doing?"

"I'm thinking about how to kill him in a reasonable way," Pan Yang blurted out without thinking.

What? You want to kill that guy?

Zhou Yang swallowed hard: "You really are more suited to be a devil than I am."

In the end, Pan Yang threw Xiaoyao back into the space. Hearing Zhou Yang's words, he nodded seriously: "I think so too."

"..." Zhou Yang took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Pan Yang: "I really have reason to suspect that you are the devil. Aren't you afraid that the archangel will know your thoughts?"

"What's there to be afraid of? He doesn't know." Pan Yang shrugged indifferently. An angel isn't a psychopath, how could he possibly follow him and eavesdrop on his thoughts?

"Fine." Zhou Yang didn't care anymore. After all, he was a demon whose main purpose was to enjoy life, and thinking too much wasn't his style.

"You can't kill that human," Zhou Yang warned. He was a demon, his job was to bewitch people; killing was irrelevant to him, but Huan Yang was an angel. If he really killed her, the punishment would be...

Pan Yang took a deep breath: "I know." Ugh, so annoying.

"So you need my help?" Zhou Yang asked him, enunciating each word clearly, after all, he didn't care about the life or death of a scoundrel.

Pan Yang's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected his hidden talent to be so to his liking.

In her mind, 001 emitted a piercing scream: "Host, please, please! My system's heart isn't very strong, please stop messing around, please stay a little longer and think of a way to deal with the master."

Instead of thinking about how to kill someone.

"No need." Pan Yang said expressionlessly, truly impressed that they killed Jiang Qingyan and Jiang Sunan as soon as they left the small world.

"Alright." Zhou Yang wasn't surprised. After all, this person was an angel, and he was just asking: "Is there anything else you need to do? Shall we go grab a bite to eat?"

"Okay."

"..." He was just being polite, and aren't angels supposed to be detached from worldly affairs?

The two went to a restaurant, ate, and then went home. Pan Yang naturally picked up the book he had seen yesterday and lay down on the sofa to read it quietly.

Zhou Yang took a deep breath. This angel was truly unique. Then he received a message from Hell, glanced at Pan Yang, and left.

Zhou Yang did not return the next day, but Pan Yang was not concerned, after all, Zhou Yang was a demon and there was no danger to him.

He went out into the street, and to be honest, he didn't want to go out, but he couldn't refuse to do the miracle; it was really too much trouble.

This time he saw Liu Ru again, but Liu Ru was accompanied by a man. The man had a sinister appearance and an aura of death surrounded him. What else could he be but a demon?

Liu Ru walked slowly over after seeing Pan Yang. He didn't plead like he had the previous times. Instead, he looked at Pan Yang and chuckled, "See? Even if you don't help me, someone else will."

"Well, you're pretty good then." Pan Yang was speechless. This guy probably didn't really think he was that good.

"You." Seeing Fan Yang's appearance, Liu Ru felt a surge of anger rising within him.

The demon beside him patted his shoulder, and Liu Ru snorted and turned to leave. The demon wasn't in a hurry to leave, and looked Pan Yang up and down: "Angel?" Then a strange smile appeared on his face.

“I’m a demon,” Pan Yang blurted out.

"Heh." The demon chuckled. "My name is He Ci. See you later." With that, he followed Liu Ru, who had already walked away, without looking back.

Pan Yang just wanted to roll his eyes, see Qiuqiu again, and never see her again.

After randomly finding a few places and performing some miracles, Pan Yang simply went home, where he happened to see Zhou Yang sitting in the living room.

Zhou Yang frowned when he saw Pan Yang return: "You should go back to your own place."

Pan Yang was somewhat confused. Had the hidden character betrayed them?! They had suddenly become incredibly capable after going out for a while; it was utterly insane.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhou Yang took a deep breath and said, "You'd better not stay in the mortal realm for the next few days."

Pan Yang frowned. What did this mean? Why did this person only say half of what they meant? Was he trying to suffocate this great man and then become a widow himself?

After a long silence, Pan Yang finally broke the stillness: "Fine." Then he left without a second thought.

This surprised Zhou Yang somewhat. Looking at the empty doorway, he felt a strange sense of loss. Although he was the one who told him to leave, this little angel was really heartless. Tsk, who is the devil here?

Pan Yang naturally did not leave the human world. As for wanting to find out what happened, it's simple: just grab any demon on the road and ask them.

As for why they didn't ask the angels, if those angels knew, they would definitely have informed Fan Yang.

Pan Yang looked around and finally locked onto a demon that was inciting people to commit suicide. Without saying a word, he ran to the rooftop to watch the demon and the human.

The demon, naturally noticing the gaze behind him, was somewhat speechless: "Brother, don't you have anything to do?" As he spoke, he impatiently looked at Peng Panyang, and what he saw surprised him.

"An angel? What are you doing? I'm determined to bewitch this person."

"Don't try to seduce me."

"You want to save him?"

"No help."

"..." The demon rolled his eyes, speechless. "Are you fucking looking for trouble?"

A flash of white light appeared, and a minute later the demon sat on the ground, bruised and battered, almost in tears.

"Angel buddy, if you have a grudge against me, just say so. If I've bewitched the wrong person, just tell me, okay? You're really bullying the devil like this."

Pan Yang clenched his wrist: "What have you guys been up to secretly lately?"

Upon hearing this, the demon's eyes darted around, and he gave a fawning smile: "How would I know? I'm just a lowly little demon, at most..."

He looked into Fan Yang's eyes and unconsciously swallowed. How could this angel's aura be so terrifying?

“Angels can’t kill humans, but they can kill demons. You’d better think about it carefully,” Pan Yang said slowly.

The demon chuckled awkwardly, sensing that the angel would kill him if he didn't tell the truth: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you. Recently, a large number of demons from Hell have come to the human world."

"They want to create panic silently, eliminate the angels on earth one by one, and then launch an apocalyptic war against you angels."

Pan Yang blinked. "So, if that's the case, the original owner was also one of the triggers for the apocalyptic war."

Seeing that he didn't speak, the demon cautiously asked, "May I continue?"

Pan Yang nodded, and the demon breathed a sigh of relief, walking to the side of the stunned man.

"Jump! You're already in such a miserable state, and your family doesn't care about you at all."

Hearing the devil's words, Pan Yang secretly snapped his fingers.

The man blinked: "No, I haven't finished the game yet, I can't just die like this."

Demon: "??" WTF!