Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

The sight before her left Shen Ying speechless.

This place is completely different from the eerie and terrifying ancient tombs; it's like a peaceful and beautiful paradise.

Looking up, a giant, luminous object floated overhead, radiating a warm, jade-like light. The light was neither dazzling nor scorching, yet it possessed a strange power that seemed to penetrate all gloom and darkness.

The light flowed out as gently as water, illuminating the entire space as bright as day.

This place has mountains and water, and the mountains and water depend on each other, like a natural painting.

A simple house sits in the middle, with a courtyard.

In the courtyard, a peach tree and a pear tree are in full bloom, and as a gentle breeze blows, the petals fall like snow.

There is also a swing in the courtyard, swaying gently, full of the warmth and comfort of life.

A clear stream flows around the houses, its gentle murmur adding a touch of vibrant beauty to the tranquil scene.

In the days that followed, Shen Ying lived with her guardian spirit in this paradise-like place.

Every morning, as the sunlight filters through the leaves and spills into the courtyard, Shen Ying always wakes up to the sound of birdsong.

Meanwhile, the guardian spirit was already busy in the kitchen. With a gentle wave of his hands, a ghostly blue flame ignited in the stove. The flame had no scorching heat, yet it quickly heated the food.

The guardian spirit's eyes were focused and deep. It didn't need knives; with just a thought, the ingredients would automatically be cut into uniform chunks and shreds.

A fresh chicken suddenly took flight, spinning in the air. The guardian spirit waved its hands, and mysterious rays of light enveloped the chicken, instantly turning its skin golden and crispy, and the meat exuding an enticing aroma.

The vegetables seemed to have been magically transformed, leaping into the pot and tumbling around happily.

With a flick of its finger, the guardian spirit precisely placed various seasonings into the pot, perfectly blending them into each dish.

The process of steaming the fish is even more magical. The guardian spirit chants incantations, and the scales on the fish fall off automatically. The fish's belly is perfectly cut open and cleaned, and then it lands steadily in the steamer.

As the guardian spirit clasped its hands together, a soft light enveloped the steamer, and soon the tender steamed fish was ready.

Shen Ying's eyes lit up as she looked at the delicious dishes that filled the table.

The aroma of roasted chicken was irresistible, with crispy skin and tender meat; one bite and the juices burst forth. The steamed fish was so fresh and tender that it melted in your mouth, and its delicious flavor made Shen Ying unable to stop eating. There were also sweet and delicious pastries, as exquisite as works of art.

Looking at the delicious food on the table, Shen Ying couldn't wait to sit down and pick up her chopsticks to eat the roast chicken.

She took a small bite, and the tender, juicy chicken burst in her mouth, juices dripping down her chin. She hurriedly wiped them away with her hand, mumbling, "This is so delicious, sir! You're a culinary genius!"

The guardian spirit smiled as it watched her wolf down her food and said, "Eat slowly, don't choke." Then it ladled a bowl of soup for Shen Ying.

Shen Ying picked up another piece of fish, put it in her mouth and savored it. The delicate texture made her close her eyes, her face filled with delight. "This fish is so fresh! I feel like I could eat the whole table!"

As she ate, Shen Ying suddenly remembered something, put down her chopsticks, and said to her guardian spirit, "I wish I could eat this delicious food every day." The guardian spirit smiled and replied, "You can have it every day if you want."

Shen Ying laughed happily and continued to eat heartily. Before long, her stomach swelled up like a small ball, but she still couldn't bear to put down her chopsticks, muttering, "No, I can eat a little more."

The guardian spirit looked at her adorable appearance and smiled indulgently.

At first, Shen Ying was a little incredulous. She had been worried that she would starve to death in the ancient tomb, but now she could enjoy such a sumptuous meal every day.

She had the illusion that she was actually on vacation, and all those thrilling experiences seemed like a dream.

That day, Shen Ying could no longer suppress her intense curiosity and tiptoed quietly into the kitchen.

As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, she was captivated by the sight before her. The guardian spirit stood before the stove, its movements incredibly skillful, its hands seemingly performing a magnificent dance.

When flipping the ingredients in the pan, they trace graceful arcs in the air; when stir-frying, the pan makes cheerful crackling sounds; when frying, oil splatters everywhere, and the aroma instantly fills the air; when deep-frying, the sizzling sound is incessant, making one's mouth water.

Shen Ying watched intently, her eyes wide with excitement, and she couldn't resist the urge to lend a hand.

Unexpectedly, just as she reached out her hand, before she even touched the ingredients, she accidentally knocked over a jar of seasonings.

With a "crash," various colorful seasonings were scattered all over the floor, instantly turning the once tidy kitchen into a mess.

The guardian spirit was startled by the sudden noise and froze. Turning its head, it saw the chaotic scene, paused for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly and shook its head.

But he still had that warm smile on his face, gently pulled Shen Ying's arm, and slowly pushed her out of the kitchen.

In the afternoon, they sat together on the swing, basking in the warm sunshine.

Shen Ying was immersed in a peaceful and beautiful happiness, and she couldn't help but murmur to herself, "If only I could stay here forever."

A gentle breeze caressed her hair as she tilted her head back, gazing at the ever-changing clouds in the sky, her heart filled with love for this idyllic paradise.

As the sun gradually set in the west, golden sunlight shone on them, creating a beautiful scene.

Shen Ying was quietly reading an ancient book in the room when suddenly, a faint sound came from outside. She put down the book and tiptoed to the door.

When she pushed open the door, the sight before her made her chuckle. In front of the guardian spirit was a large, fluffy, round ball.

The sphere had a pair of round, bright, and dark eyes, which were now spinning around.

The sphere first rubbed against the guardian spirit's feet, making "whimpering" sounds, as if it were telling something.

Then, it rolled upside down, revealing its soft belly, and wiggled its body happily, as if inviting its guardian spirit to pet it.

Seeing that the guardian spirit did not react, the ball suddenly jumped up again, circling around the guardian spirit, and occasionally jumping up and trying to nudge the guardian spirit's hand with its head.

Then, it blinked its big eyes, held a small twig in its mouth, and carefully placed it at the guardian spirit's feet. Its obedient and ingratiating appearance melted anyone's heart.

The guardian spirit remained unmoved. Shen Ying curiously approached, her eyes wide with confusion, and asked the guardian spirit, "Does he mean he wants you to play with him?" The guardian spirit nodded slightly, then turned to Shen Ying and asked, "Do you want to play with him?"

Shen Ying looked at the fluffy ball and felt a surge of affection. She pursed her lips and smiled, saying, "Then I'll give it a try." The ball seemed to understand their conversation, jumping excitedly a few times, its eyes sparkling even brighter with anticipation.

After getting to know the fluffy ball better, Shen Ying gently stroked it, her fingers inadvertently touching some slightly rough marks.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be healed wounds, crisscrossing each other, looking both heartbreaking and pitiful.

Shen Ying frowned slightly and asked with concern, "Little one, how did you get hurt?"

Suddenly, the once cheerful, fluffy ball of fur's dark eyes instantly became filled with emotion. Those eyes looked at Shen Ying accusingly, with a pitiful expression.

Shen Ying's heart skipped a beat when she saw its gaze. She thought to herself, "Don't look at me like that, as if I've done something terribly wrong to you."

The sphere continued to stare at her relentlessly, its body twisting slightly as if expressing its displeasure. Shen Ying felt somewhat at a loss, and also helpless.

At this moment, the guardian spirit's slightly hesitant voice sounded softly behind Shen Ying: "You fought with it before, it lost, and I brought it back."