Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

It seems that both the large, dark figures inside and outside the room are trapped.

Without delay, Jingli immediately activated his power to try to transform them.

But trying to both trap them and deal with them was too much for Jingli, even though she had practiced in the afternoon.

The "worm" in the room looked at the "bait"—Jiang Zichu—so close at hand, but could not get close, and was almost driven mad.

The moth fluttering outside was also eager to get into the room and was completely uncooperative.

Jingli gritted her teeth, conjured a slender, soft sword in her hand, and lashed out at the fluttering moth, tearing off a section of its wing.

Before Wings could react, Jingli quickly reduced the area of ​​the trap outside, trapping only Wings.

His pressure to control suddenly decreased, and taking advantage of this moment, he conjured a "lamp" again, just like yesterday.

This "light" does no harm to the shadows, but they are very wary of it.

Sure enough, the fluttering moth, ignoring its broken wing, was eager to blend into Jiang Zichu's room—and then, along with the giant worm, it got trapped in the room's trap.

By this point, Jingli was already quite tired.

He used a clever trick, cutting off one of the worm's legs with his soft sword, shrinking the trap once more, leaving room for the "lamp" to shine even brighter.

The mixed-up black shadows roared in dissatisfaction, but were hindered by the light emanating from the energy within the scene.

They clung to the walls of the house, wanting to wage a protracted war against Jingli, until Jingli was exhausted and swallowed up Jiang Zichu.

Jingli sat down beside Jiang Zichu's bed and spoke gently to the shadowy figure:

"This light doesn't take any effort on me. It stays on even when I'm asleep. It was on all night yesterday."

To put it simply, this "lamp" is just the energy he condenses within his body and lights it in a different place. Unlike a whip or a knife, which requires him to exert effort to wield, he is now very adept at controlling energy and doesn't need to exert much effort at all.

"You can only stay here, seeing but not touching, how uncomfortable is that?"

Jingli spoke casually, but a sharp blade materialized in his hand, which he viciously stabbed at the dark figure closest to him.

Another awful scream.

“How about we make a deal? Either you disperse, or we can coexist peacefully.” Several more sharp blades appeared at Jing Li’s fingertips. The shadowy figure visibly shrank back. He was very satisfied and leaned back leisurely: “I will definitely protect this person. The longer you hold out against me, the stronger I will become. Then I won’t be so easy to talk to.”

Jingli learned these lines from movies in 6058's archives; he thought they were really cool.

The shadowy figure seemed to be persuaded and began to disperse.

But the situation suddenly changed.

The seemingly retreating shadow suddenly sprang up, and with all its might, spurred itself towards Jingli.

Fortunately, Jingli didn't think she could handle this ugly thing with just a few words, so she immediately set up a barrier—

He had already digested some of the black shadow he had just severed, and his energy was plentiful.

The dark figure was thrown back, letting out a painful roar. Jingli held his breath and observed, only to see that the originally condensed dark figure had dispersed somewhat.

He made a quick decision and tried to transform his energy into mist to capture the scattered shadows at the edges.

The shadowy figure fled hastily.

Jingli still has energy left today, so it can be considered a great victory.

Taking advantage of the energy disturbance once again, 6058 used Jingli's social media to send out the previous message.

In addition, there was an unexpected surprise.

[Sugar Baby, I've arrived in your world. Wait for me to come find you.]

6058 is a bit worried.

I wonder if the child's father sent this message before or after Ruan Qinglan set off the fireworks.

·

Just to be on the safe side, Jingli decided to stay in Jiang Zichu's room after dealing with the shadowy figure.

He had taken a nap in the afternoon, so he wasn't too sleepy. He took another stroll around Jiang Zichu's room and tidied up the scattered shadows.

There were many medicine bottles on Jiang Zichu's bedside table, mostly sleeping pills.

Jingli sighed.

He remembered that Ruan Qinglan had taken similar medications before, but she rarely did so afterward.

He sat back on the bed and quietly looked at the sleeping Jiang Zichu.

For some reason, he started missing Ruan Qinglan again.

As Jiang Zichu slept peacefully, he exuded a familiar aura—a familiar aura from long ago, making Jingli feel that there was an unbreakable bond between the two of them.

[Jingli: Mommy, is Jiang Zichu a god in this world?]

[Jingli: Is he the same as A-Lan?]

[Keiri: Why is he my son in this world, but not my lover?]

6058 didn't know how to answer either. The world was already in chaos, so at least we shouldn't let its development be affected by the previous world.

He changed the subject.

[6058: Little Fish, rest now, and get some exercise tomorrow.]

Jingli lowered her eyes.

[Keiri: Okay.]

He reached out and gently stroked Jiang Zichu's forehead, infusing him with a wisp of energy.

I hope he has a good dream.

·

Jiang Zichu woke up after the sun had risen once again.

I didn't have any nightmares last night.

This was, for the first time, the first time Jiang Zichu had so clearly experienced the fulfillment that sleep brought, a feeling that even seemed unreal to him.

He sat up and looked at the person beside him.

Although there was no warmth left, there were obvious signs that someone had slept with it.

He is in a good mood.

Dad sneaked into bed again, and to avoid being caught, he learned to escape beforehand.

He got up and put together a stylish outfit for himself.

He used to live in a villa and rarely went out. He hadn't worn much of the clothes Jiang Yuanqi had given him because there was no need for them.

But things changed after the arrival of the younger father.

On the first day, he wanted to show off his master's status and give his stepfather a hard time.

But after that, she wanted to leave a good impression on her stepfather.

No, that's not right.

Jiang Zichu corrected himself in his heart.

He just wanted to provide some basic outfit ideas for his dad, who lacked any sense of style.

After washing up, Jiang Zichu, unusually, sprayed herself with some perfume.

When I got downstairs, breakfast was already laid out on the table—a simple sandwich.

There was also a note next to the plate:

If it gets cold, you can reheat it. —Jingli

The instructions for using the portable gas stove are also included at the end.

This infuriated Jiang Zichu.

He'd already said it! The stepfather's strategy to win him over had begun!

Following the instructions Jingli wrote, he reheated the fried eggs step by step, eating them while repeatedly looking at the note Jingli had left behind.

My dad's handwriting is so cute; he must have written it that way on purpose.

So, the name of the younger brother's father is Jingli. What a lovely name! Lucky little fish.

Afterwards, fearing that the bread crumbs and the grease on his hands would soil the paper, he pushed it far away, finished his sandwich in two bites, washed and dried his hands, and then carefully folded the paper and put it in the small bag on his chest.

6058 saw Jiang Zichu's actions and blew a bubble in the fish tank next to it to show its silence.

If it weren't for the fact that you cried like your wife had run away yesterday, I wouldn't have asked Xiaoyu to save you breakfast!

After Jiang Zichu finished eating, he sat in the living room and struck a pose so that Jingli could see his handsome posture when she came downstairs.

But after sitting there for a while, my neck was sore, and Jingli still hadn't returned.

Jiang Zichu was getting restless.

Did this dad go back to sleep after making breakfast?

Jiang Zichu went upstairs and came to the outside of Jingli's room.

The door was open, and there was no one inside.

"Little Dad?"

Jiang Zichu called out, his voice so soft and he didn't even realize it.

But, just like yesterday, no one responded.

Having learned from yesterday's experience, Jiang Zichu quickly calmed down and began to walk around the villa.

He thought: His stepfather wasn't that smart, and he was probably asleep in some corner again, just like yesterday.

Jiang Zichu searched room by room, from upstairs to downstairs, but still couldn't find his father.

"Jingli!"

Jiang Zichu returned to the living room, his eyes involuntarily reddening again, his heart aching with each pang.

6058 climbed onto the rock in the fish tank, thinking disdainfully:

The gods of this world are just like a big dog with separation anxiety.

·

Just before Jiang Zichu's emotions were about to collapse again, footsteps came from the villa gate.

Jiang Zichu looked over almost immediately—it was the person he had been searching for.

His stepfather tore a ribbon from somewhere and tied up his slightly long hair, letting it hang down like a little tail behind his head.

His face was covered with a thin layer of fresh sweat, and his cheeks had a healthy pink hue.

He was wearing Jiang Zichu's T-shirt and pants, which made him look particularly petite.

Feeling a little guilty under Jiang Zichu's gaze, Jingli suddenly hid behind the door.

He wanted to go for a morning run, but he didn't have any shoes, so he asked 6058 for a pair of white shoes—did Jiang Zichu see through him?

Jiang Zichu walked quickly toward him, and then he was pulled into a tight embrace.

Both of them were taken aback.

The hug ended abruptly, and Jiang Zichu's face flushed red; he couldn't even find the words to defend himself.

Bystander 6058: Okay, usually when the owner comes home, the dog can't help but rush up to want a hug.

Jiang Zichu stammered, "Where did you go?"

Jingli honestly replied, "I went for a run outside to exercise."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zichu frowned.

He squatted down and lifted up Jingli's loose trouser leg.

Jingli thought to herself that it was all over, and while asking how to explain the 6058 shoes, she tried to stop Jiang Zichu's actions:

"Well, actually..."

How did you get out?

Jingli didn't understand why Jiang Zichu asked that, and replied, "You went out?"

Jiang Zichu's fingers hooked onto the ring on Jingli's ankle.

"It's not responding?"

Jingli understood now. He sat down, rolled up his pants, and showed the ring to Jiang Zichu in a very generous manner.

"I broke it, it won't generate electricity."

Jiang Zichu's expression was not good; he frowned as he looked at Jing Li, as if questioning him about something.

Jingli tentatively said, "I can also help you break it, then we can escape together."

"Was that what you were thinking from the beginning?" Jiang Zichu stood up, looking down at Jingli. "Or were you going to run away on your own and leave me here if I hadn't found out?"

Jiang Zichu dared not think about it anymore.

Without the restraints of the ankle bracelets, Jingli could escape as long as she had the chance to contact the outside world.

But he's different; he'll be locked up here until he dies.

“It’s true,” Jingli said, not understanding why Jiang Zichu was angry. “I didn’t tell you before because I was afraid Jiang Yuanqi could monitor your bracelet, but I’m not afraid now.”

6058 has already identified Jiang Yuanqi yesterday. He has been in the hospital since the car accident and is currently in a vegetative state.

In addition, the villa has been completely cut off from the outside world; not only are the smart bracelets disconnected, but even the surveillance cameras have been shut down.

So now, it's not a big deal that Jiang Zichu lost the bracelet.

"Really?"

Although Jiang Zichu was asking, he already believed most of it in his heart.

If Jingli really has a way to get them out, then...

Jiang Zichu suddenly pinched himself.

It hurts so much; this isn't a dream.

"Don't cry!" Jingli panicked again. He quickly stood up and clumsily reached out to wipe Jiang Zichu's tears. "Why would someone pinch themselves to make themselves cry? You're not acting."

Jiang Zichu couldn't even speak.

He had been trapped here for too long. He used to dream that Jiang Yuanqi would take him out one day, but later he didn't even dare to dream that dream anymore.

But today, this suddenly appearing father actually told him—they can go out.

And this is not a lie, because the fact that the younger father came in from outside is the best proof.

At this moment, Jiang Zichu completely revealed his childlike side. He leaned on Jingli's shoulder and hugged Jingli tightly, as if to confirm that he was real and that everything was real.

Jingli hugged him back and patted his back gently.

This was something I learned from movies and TV shows, and Jingli thought it should be effective.

After Jiang Zichu's initial excitement subsided, he awkwardly pushed Jingli away, but his hand lingered on Jingli's wrist.

"Don't stand at the door, let's go inside."

Her voice was very nasal, but it was kind of cute.

Jingli let him have his way, and he led her to the living room where she sat down.

Jiang Zichu and Jing Li stood very close together: "You were electrocuted before, right?"

Jingli was puzzled.

Jiang Zichu's eyes showed even deeper sadness: "I lied to you before and said it would explode, but you just said it wouldn't electrocute you, so you got electrocuted by it, right?"

It turns out this guy misunderstood.

Jiang Zichu stared intently at Jingli's ankles, which were currently hidden by her trousers, as if she wanted to snap them off with her gaze.

"Don't worry, I'm not hurt." Jingli patted Jiang Zichu's fluffy head. "I found out when I broke it."

Jiang Zichu was half-believing and half-doubting.

Jing Li took this opportunity to reveal some information to Jiang Zichu:

“I have a way to contact people outside, and they will come to rescue us soon.”

Jingli waited anxiously for Jiang Zichu's response, but Jiang Zichu didn't ask any further questions.

Jiang Zichu was well aware that everything he had been exposed to over the years had been confined to the villa.

My stepfather has his own methods; that's because he's smart.

If you don't understand anything and ask too many questions, you might just annoy your stepfather.

It was rare to see Jiang Zichu so docile and obedient, and Jingli felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.

He grabbed Jiang Zichu's hand: "I was jogging just now and I saw an abandoned amusement park on the island. Can you take me there this afternoon?"