After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

Qi Yan's hand, hidden in her sleeve, clenched into a fist. "You were angry with him, so you used me as a substitute to deliberately attract his attention, right?"

The boy's face was half hidden in the shadows, and the exposed half was filled with vulnerability and unease.

Yun Zhao was taken aback.

No.

You're the one who should read fewer storybooks, aren't you?

She took a deep breath, turned Qi Yan's face to face, and their eyes met. Qi Yan's expression flickered, and he tried to look away, but Yun Zhao stopped him.

"Qi Yan, I'm saying this one last time..."

"The person I love is you, and only you."

Why not transmigrate into a book?

"Even if I once liked Song Zhiyuan, now you've forgotten the past."

Don't bring up the past, or you'll lose my favor!

His voice was domineering and left no room for refusal. Qi Yan whispered, "Mm."

“But,” he said uneasily, “I am no match for Song Zhiyuan. He comes from a prestigious family and is the sect leader’s chief disciple.”

"I am a half-demon, and my identity must not be revealed..."

Qi Yan exuded a deathly stillness and desolation, and Yun Zhao quickly coaxed, "Who said you're not as good as Song Zhiyuan? I like you just the way you are. So what if he comes from a prestigious family? He's all talk and no action. Whoever likes him is the one who's going to be unlucky!"

Achoo--

Xue Huairui sneezed for no apparent reason, and Song Zhiyuan quickly asked with concern, "Xiaorui, what's wrong?"

"Brother, I'm fine."

Xue Huairui rubbed her eyes. "I probably caught a chill while cultivating last night."

Song Zhiyuan frowned, "Xiao Rui, you're still young, there's no need to rush things. What if you damage your foundation..."

"I want to participate in the sect competition with my senior brother," Xue Huairui said with a shy smile. "This should be the last time my senior brother participates, and I don't want to miss it."

Song Zhiyuan sighed, "You silly girl..."

"So, you're not allowed to compare yourself to Song Zhiyuan, understand?"

[Affection +25, Current Affection 32]

"Okay," Qi Yan said softly, "I understand."

Not only has the favorability rating been restored, it has also increased by five points.

Yun Zhao then released his face with satisfaction. "Alright, this delay means we can't visit any other places today."

"Would you like to come again next time?"

Qi Yan seemed to have resolved his inner conflict, and he even became more talkative, chatting with her from time to time along the way.

Unfortunately, things weren't going well for him, and he ran into Song Zhiyuan on his way back to the sect.

Qi Yan suddenly placed his hand on Yun Zhao's shoulder, his hand almost touching her neck.

Yun Zhao flew straight past Song Zhiyuan on his sword, without even glancing at him.

"Qi Yan, what's wrong?"

Yun Zhao turned his head and glanced at the hand on his shoulder. "Afraid I'll drop you?"

"No," Qi Yan said seriously, "I just wanted to warm my hands."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on Yun Zhao's neck, and Yun Zhao instantly bristled!

Take your hand off!

It's as cold as ice.

Qi Yan casually removed her hand, pretending that nothing had happened.

The system, which hadn't been around for days, popped up again: "Host, you've fallen in love with him?"

Yun Zhao looked straight ahead and, instead of answering, asked, "Would you fall in love with a stranger within a few dozen days?"

"then you……"

"It's about doing missions," Yun Zhao said calmly. "Guiding the villains onto the right path is just about making them believe that there is true love and affection in the world."

"I gave him family, friendship, and love, and he still became a villain?"

"Playing along?"

“Yes,” Yun Zhao said, a slight smile playing on his lips, “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

She has this bad luck constitution; she brought misfortune to her relatives when she was young and to her friends when she grew up.

Yun Zhao had told them that getting close to her would bring bad luck, but no one believed her. If something bad happened, they would only complain about their bad luck or curse the heavens.

She has a very good friend who has had so many bad luck incidents that it's become her catchphrase.

"Grandma, I'm never calling you grandma again! You never treated me like your granddaughter!"

Until she was hospitalized, her friend avoided her gaze.

"Zhaozhao, let's not be friends anymore."

"..."

The system couldn't help but say, "Actually, you have family and friends here, host. If you want, you can stay after completing the mission."

“That won’t do,” Yun Zhao laughed. “I have a big fat cat at home that I need to take care of. What will happen to it if I don’t go back?”

Besides...

Although Yun Zhao didn't show it on her face, she always felt in her heart that she had transmigrated into a book and everyone else was a two-dimensional character.

The thought of her, a living, breathing person, remaining forever in the world of books sends chills down my spine.

Who knows when, the world she lives in might turn into sheets of paper, and the people around her might become paper figures...

Thinking of this, Yun Zhao shuddered.

Suddenly, she felt a weight on her shoulder, and Qi Yan's voice came from behind her, "Are you cold?"

“Yes,” Yun Zhao tightened the outer robe that Qi Yan had draped over her, “It is a little.”

Qi Yan hesitated for a moment, but even though he had set up a windproof barrier, there was no wind at all, and it was still cold.

Perhaps it's different between men and women.

He thought so.

Two days later, Mu Qianqian emerged from seclusion and brought a message.

Song Zhiyuan's natal sword has developed a sword spirit, which is a ferocious gold-devouring leopard.

Mu Qianqian said enviously, "Zhao Zhao, you didn't see that gold-devouring leopard. It was so fierce. I wonder when my sword will be able to generate a sword spirit."

Yun Zhao comforted her, "Senior sister, don't worry. Your Frost skill is so powerful, it's only a matter of time."

Mu Qianqian sighed. How easy is that?

Her talent was not as good as Song Zhiyuan's, unlike him, who was both a spiritual cultivator and a sword cultivator.

However, Mu Qianqian quickly came to terms with it, "For this sect competition, I'm determined to contract a spirit beast even more powerful than the Golden-Devouring Leopard."

"It's hard to say who will be stronger then!"

Yun Zhao clapped along politely, "Go, Senior Sister!"

As they were talking, a wolf howl suddenly came from Qi Yan's room. Mu Qianqian asked in surprise, "Has Qi Yan's sword developed a sword spirit?"

Yun Zhao stood up. "Let's go take a look."

Upon arriving at Qi Yan's house, Yun Zhao saw a small, snow-white wolf lying on the Blood-Drinking Sword.

Hearing the noise, the little wolf howled happily and jumped into Yun Zhao's arms.

Caught off guard, Yun Zhao's face was covered in saliva.

"Are you a Blood Drinker?"

The little wolf nodded.

"so cute!"

Mu Qianqian looked at Yin Xue in Yun Zhao's arms with starry eyes, "Can I touch it?"

They stood there at the door, the two girls occasionally letting out screams of delight at the sight of the Bloodthirsty Drinker.

The ignored Qi Yan: "..."

Soon, Yin Xue was sent back into the sword by Qi Yan under the pretext of cultivation. Yun Zhao muttered "stingy" under his breath and went back to cultivate as well.

Only Qi Yan was left standing there, bewildered in the wind.

Didn't you come to see me?

angry!

After returning to the house, Yun Zhao took out Fu Guang and saw that it was still the same as before, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"Fu Guang, what do you think your sword spirit will look like?"

"No, forget about the sword spirit, you haven't even recovered yet. The sect competition is in a few days, I can't just take you with me, can I?"

“How about,” Yun Zhao tentatively suggested, “I’ll tell everyone that I’ve changed my natal spirit sword?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Guang's sword suddenly cracked open.