Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

On the rooftop at night, Pan Yang sat on the edge, feeling a little bored. A breeze blew through his hair, making him feel a bit chilly.

"Help! Help!" A voice broke the silence, and Pan Yang looked in the direction from which the voice came.

Inside the tallest building across the street, the lights were dim, but you could still see the pure white wings that looked like those of an angel.

The angel struggled desperately, while two demons held her down tightly. One of the demons stroked her wings and said, "Tsk, disgusting. Hypocritical holiness. Just cut them off."

Upon hearing this, another demon laughed gleefully: "You're being too harsh. She's an innocent angel." As he spoke, he placed one hand on the angel's shoulder while moving the other hand downwards.

The angel struggled in terror, crying, "Let me go! Aren't you afraid the archangel will punish you for this?!"

Both demons burst into laughter, and the angel's heart sank.

The glass shattered the next second, and a sword flew swiftly toward the two demons. Although the two demons dodged, they were still a step too slow and were cut.

Pan Yang simply climbed in through the window and coldly looked at the two devils: "I'll give you two minutes."

"Tsk, so it's another little angel."

Fine, another person with no intelligence.

Pan Yang swung the Xiaoyao sword in his hand and thrust it forward without hesitation. After a few rounds, a demon was pierced through the heart by Pan Yang.

Ordinary demons cannot die from injuries, so he simply took out the holy water that the original owner had always kept on his body and poured it on the wound.

The demon vanished instantly.

The other demon saw this and tried to run away, but Xiaoyao pierced its chest and pinned it firmly to the door.

The angel was somewhat frightened by what she saw. She had never seen an angel as fierce as Pan Yang before, but she also knew that Pan Yang had saved her. She stood up shakily, a few feathers falling to the ground.

"Thank you. I'm going back to Heaven. Do you want to come with me?" the angel asked cautiously.

"No."

The angel was somewhat worried upon hearing this, and looked at the demon nailed to the door: "I will tell the archangel about these things, so you must be careful."

"Ah."

Hearing Pan Yang's reply, she breathed a slight sigh of relief, walked to the window, spread her wings, and flew out.

Turning back to look at the demon, he found that the demon had broken free and run away at some point. Pan Yang pulled Xiao Yao off the door, but he didn't intend to chase after the demon.

For the next few days, Pan Yang wandered around the city, and all the demons in the city felt that this angel was probably a madman.

When Huan Yang saw Liu Ru again, Liu Ru had messy hair, some stubble on his face, and dark circles under his eyes, looking like he had suffered a huge blow.

Upon seeing Pan Yang, Liu Ru was extremely excited and rushed over, her voice filled with pleading: "Pan Yang, please help me! That demon wants me dead! He wants to take my soul! I'm about to go to hell, I don't want to die!"

See, people like Liu Ru only want to gain without giving anything in return. They are selfish and will even drag others down with them without hesitation for their own benefit.

Pan Yang took a few steps back and looked at him coldly: "Don't be too greedy, especially when you don't have the ability yet."

Upon hearing this, Liu Ru's eyes darkened. He knew that Huan Yang was not going to help him, and he was truly doomed. He rolled his eyes. No!

There's still a chance! There's still a chance!

A glint appeared in his eyes, and his smile became somewhat stiff: "Pan Yang, I understand. Would you like to come to my house tonight? I'd like to thank you properly."

"No good." Who do you think you are, to be able to get me to do this so easily!

"I've truly repented. I won't ask you for help anymore. We'll just have a meal, nothing more." Liu Ru's voice was somewhat agitated, clearly indicating that he was no longer mentally stable.

Pan Yang took a few steps back in disgust, then quickly left. Behind him came Liu Ru's desperate shouts. Pan Yang quickened his pace. This guy, Ma Duo, is a complete lunatic. He's scared the boss to death.

At night, Pan Yang walked alone on the street. Under the dim streetlights, a figure appeared, and the person's voice was somewhat seductive: "Long time no see."

Only after walking a little closer could one see who the person was, He Ci.

“Liu Ru is dead.” He Ci smiled and shook his head helplessly. “Someone like him is truly suited for hell.”

“But I prefer to drag an angel down to hell.” He Ci laughed as he spoke, as if excited. He couldn’t wait to see a person fall into depravity. The thought of a pure angel being dragged into hell was enough to make him happy.

"Tsk." Pan Yang showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he calmly looked at He Ci, a white sword appearing in his hand, emitting an eerie glow under the light.

Seriously, didn't anyone tell this idiot that he shouldn't be messed with?

"Ha, do you want to fight me?" He Ci couldn't hide his joy. Suddenly, a pair of wings appeared behind him, and the jet-black feathers looked unusually imposing under the light.

"You talk too much nonsense." Pan Yang couldn't help but complain, and raised his sword to stab, but He Ci quickly dodged and looked at the sword in Pan Yang's hand.

His face grew increasingly excited: "So you're the one who killed so many demons these past few days? I really didn't realize it."

"You're insane," Pan Yang cursed without any politeness.

Zhou Yang felt a little uneasy. He looked at his wrist, where he should have been wearing a men's watch, but now he was wearing a bracelet.

I don't know if the little angel went back or what she's doing.

Thinking of this, he simply drove out. After driving for a while, he heard the sound of fighting. Looking at the magic floating not far away, he thought, "Is that an angel?"

He originally didn't want to meddle, but he somehow ended up getting involved in the fight. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the people fighting were none other than Fan Yang and He Ci.

It seems that Fan Yang is not at a disadvantage. Suddenly, He Ci fell to the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Pan Yang landed opposite him, completely indifferent, his eyes filled with coldness.

Zhou Yang, as if possessed, walked up to Pan Yang's side: "Didn't you go back?" It was clearly unwise to care about an angel in front of a demon.

"It's nothing." Pan Yang shook Xiao Yao off. Pan Yang wanted to rush forward again, but Zhou Yang blocked him.

Zhou Yang stood in front of Pan Yang and looked at He Ci, raising a fake smile: "He Ci, this little angel is mine. Don't touch him for my sake."

He raised an eyebrow upon seeing this: "Are you protecting an angel? Ha, your influence is incredible. I never knew you had such a big influence."

Zhou Yang was somewhat helpless. He didn't really want to fight. He glanced at Pan Yang, then turned to look at He Ci, and spread his wings without hesitation: "In that case, I won't hold back."