Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

The person had a head of smooth white hair, which fell like a veil. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, making the person look like a god.

The One-Sword God of War was momentarily dazed, but the alertness he had developed from completing several missions brought him back to his senses.

The God of War drew his weapon, a large sword emanating black energy that seemed to affect one's mind with just a glance.

The white-haired deity remained completely calm; he even managed a gentle smile.

The deity nodded slightly, and his lips touched lightly, producing a sound.

"Thank you very much for sending the samples."

The god's voice was very pleasant to hear, but the God of War's hand trembled slightly. He tightened his grip on the sword again: "You're not a patrolman, so why can you use his system!"

The god lowered his eyes regretfully. Although he was not as tall as the God of War, he still gave people a feeling of looking down on him.

He shook his head: "I thought you already knew."

A long whip appeared in his hand at some unknown time, its surface shimmering with a golden light.

This is Meng Li's whip, the weapon that should have belonged to Meng Li in the original world.

"Can't I use your system too?"

The deity raised his eyes again, and the patrolman immediately saw his eerie, pink eyes.

He instinctively raised his knife to parry, but the hilt of the knife was entangled in the whip.

That whip, I don't know what kind of magical artifact it was, could actually consume the resentment on his sword!

One-Sword God immediately opened the game system panel, wanting to use the item.

He hadn't even had time to get excited after successfully using the item when he discovered that the item he wanted was already in the hands of the god on the other side.

"You want to use this against me?"

A tiny, luminous green leaf was held between the god's two fingers, and the god looked on with some curiosity: "What effect will it have?"

The god withdrew the whip and flicked it again. The God of War, still holding his sword, was restrained by the whip, and even his sword had a small nick.

At the same time, a leaf landed on the head of the God of War, who froze on the spot.

This leaf can parasitize any organism, turning the organism it parasitizes into a plant.

The God of War felt something emerge from his heart and swiftly plunge into the ground.

He is taking root.

In the past, he wouldn't have been helpless; he had tools to control this leaf, and at the same time, his secret techniques could also erode the vitality brought by the leaf.

In the past, when he used this move against his enemies, his sword could be used to its fullest potential.

But now, his system is unusable, and his secret techniques, or rather, his evil arts, are also firmly restrained by this whip. He can only live and feel himself taking root and growing, slowly transforming from a living person into a plant existing in this world.

"no no……"

The God of War was filled with terror. Where did this monster come from?!

Countless bats appeared out of nowhere, completely obscuring the white and pink in front of them.

Hope rekindled in the eyes of the One-Sword God of War.

"Prince Zuo... Prince Zuo Lun..."

However, the bats before them burst into flames, and the smile on the god's lips grew even brighter, like the purest ray of light in the world.

"Now that you're here, they can begin."

The sound of flapping wings and orderly footsteps came from the other side of the forest. Apart from Zuo Lun and Yi Dao Zhan Shen, everyone else was surrounded by orcs who appeared out of nowhere.

These people were chosen by Jingli for the beastmen to practice on.

“Since you’ve come to compete for someone else’s world, you should be prepared to pay the price. That’s how it should be.” Jingli looked up, mimicking Zuo Lun’s manner, and looked contemptuously at the other party whose mouth was stained with blood. “It’s very impolite of you to come uninvited like this.”

Jingli retrieved the whip that was wrapped around the God of War, and also took his sword with him.

The evil greatsword, baptized by energy, was completely reduced to scrap metal and was easily snapped in two by Jingli's whip.

The One-Sword War God was barely breathing, but he was still struggling to use his magic to fight against the unnatural vitality brought by the leaves.

He can't gain the upper hand, but he won't die either.

This wasn't because Jingli was showing mercy, but because he didn't want to leave behind an ominous plant for the world because of such a guy.

Let the two of them wear each other down, so Jingli can focus on dealing with Zuo Lun, the most powerful vampire sent by the vampire guild.

Jingli had already sensed it when the opponent released the bats; Zuo Lun's ability was not simply about conjuring a bunch of bats.

These bats carry a curse; they will bring disaster.

When this disaster manifests in people, it is similar to a rapidly contagious plague.

In a particular place, this might manifest as a natural disaster.

But this is contingent on the bats being able to actually attack the person who originally belonged to this world.

Therefore, Jingli did not let the orcs face Zuolun directly, because such an attack could not be resisted by weapons, equipment, or individual strength.

This is an evil force, and it differs from the power of evil practitioners.

Even the sword of the One-Sword God of War is imbued with this power.

This power has the same aura as that door.

Now we can confirm that this atmosphere comes from Seversey.

So Jingli came in person.

Energy is the natural enemy of this evil force.

Just as Jingli was using energy to completely envelop himself, preparing to fight Zuo Lun, a small black shadow darted out and then rapidly expanded.

An aura of predatory wildness erupted instantly, and a large cat opened its jaws and bit directly at Zuo Lun's neck.

Jingli's pupils constricted sharply, and he shouted, "Yuan! Stop!"

Energy is rapidly being transferred to the location of the element.

Yuan had already bitten off Zuo Lun's head, shrinking back to its original small ball shape. It licked its fur and used its tail to push Zuo Lun's head away a little.

Jingli anxiously lifted Yuan up, her brows furrowed as she carefully examined him.

"He eats everything he sees; he's evil, you might be cursed by him."

Whether it was because Yuan was uncomfortable being held or because it was shy, it wriggled shyly and fell to the ground, transforming into the body of a young man.

The tips of her ears were still red.

“I won’t be cursed by him. Good power and bad power both come from my own power,” he said. “Besides, he’s too filthy. I don’t want him to touch you.”

After Yuan finished speaking, he lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.

He knew that his tiger cub form would make Jingli more lenient. He only needed to lie down, expose his belly, and wag his tail, and Jingli would stop blaming him.

But he wanted Jingli to know that he was also very strong.

Jingli looked closely at the young man in front of her. He had black hair and black eyes, and his eyes were as tender as the spring breeze. However, his eyebrows and eyes were more like Ruan Qinglan and Fu Zichu, with a kind of indifferent disdain. His overall features were firm, like Yu An and Qi Jian.

Like the person he meets in every world.

Jingli concealed the smile in her eyes and pretended to be angry: "Go wash yourself clean, you're filthy, I don't want to hug you."

After saying that, he turned and left, just like before, to observe the orcs' simulated exercise around the battlefield.

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【small theater】

Fish: You know that's called stealing kills?! (pointing and gesturing)

Yuan Yuan: (Transforms into a cat) Meow meow~

Fish: You know that's foul! (Starts rubbing her hands together)