Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

After cleaning up the dishes with Jiang Zichu, Jingli decided to take a shower first.

The darker it got, the more Jiang Zichu clung to Jingli. He even had to wait outside while Jingli took a bath.

Helpless, Jingli could only give him a camping lamp and tell him that she would be out soon.

Once Jingli entered the bathroom, Jiang Zichu was no longer the frightened person she had been just moments before.

He knew roughly when the evil spirits would appear; he was indeed nervous, but it was all within a manageable range.

But he was very pleased with the way Jingli looked worried about him.

Listening to the splashing water, Jiang Zichu played with the small ring on the camping lamp.

Dad is kind-hearted. If he acts even more scared next time, Dad might agree to take a bath with him.

The sound of water stopped.

Along with the cool, moist air, the scent of shower gel wafted towards me.

The shower gel in the villa is specially made. After Jiang Yuanqi stopped coming, Jiang Zichu rebelled and messed with these things in the house a lot.

And now, his stepfather also carries this fragrance, making Jiang Zichu feel that his stepfather belongs to him.

At this moment, his stepfather was carrying a small lamp, his slightly long hair still dripping water.

Like a mermaid just peeking out of the sea.

This mermaid seemed to have just arrived in the human world, completely unguarded, with her bathrobe loosely draped over her body, seemingly unconcerned about the presence of others.

Or rather, the beautiful mermaid doesn't see herself as an outsider.

Jiang Zichu was even more delighted and took Jingli's hand with concern.

"Is it cold?"

"It's hot, but it's alright."

Jingli naturally reached out and placed his hand over. The ground was slippery, and he was barefoot and afraid of falling.

Jiang Zichu's gaze also fell on those fair feet.

He caught me last time, but he was too rough then, and I don't know if he left any red marks on my ankles.

"I'll get you a new pair of slippers tomorrow, so you won't go barefoot anymore."

"Thank you."

The two went to Jiang Zichu's room together, and Jiang Zichu gave him a new set of pajamas.

"Wear this, we'll be catching something dirty tonight."

Jingli accepted it, feeling somewhat pleased.

He found Jiang Zichu quite endearing now; she wasn't sarcastic or sarcastic towards him, and she even cared about him.

Jiang Zichu's room is a master bedroom with an ensuite bathroom.

He also took a shower, and when he came out, he saw that his stepfather had already changed into his own clothes and was sitting on the edge of the bed rolling up his trouser legs.

It looks much better now.

Although the previous outfit was perfect for spring, it was clearly Jiang Yuanqi's style.

I think this one is better.

My dad has a small frame; wearing this outfit makes him look like a child.

Jiang Zichu sat down next to Jingli, rolled up his trouser legs, and then pulled him into his arms.

Will you stay with me tonight?

His breath tickled Jingli's shoulder. He tried to move away, but found himself trapped in Jiang Zichu's embrace, with nowhere to hide.

He gently nudged Jiang Zichu: "Yes, I did. I spent the last two days with you."

To Jiang Zichu, Jingli's shoving was like a kitten tickling him; instead of retreating, he advanced, resting his chin on Jingli's shoulder.

"They're coming."

As if in response to Jiang Zichu, both of their camping lights flickered, seemingly about to go out.

Jingli felt the strength of the person holding her increase—it was Jiang Zichu who was nervous, and he subconsciously wanted to pull Jingli into his arms.

Jingli patted his hand to comfort him.

A rustling sound came from outside the window, and a sudden gust of wind arose.

At the doorway came the sounds of heavy footsteps and sharp fingernails.

The shadows seeped in through the cracks in the windows and doors, like thick black water.

Before the shadowy figure materialized, Jiang Zichu couldn't see it clearly. He only felt that the air had become heavier, and he was having some difficulty breathing.

When they coalesced, Jiang Zichu's eyes widened in shock—

He hadn't faced these things in real life for a long time; they were larger and more disgusting than when he saw them as a child.

Feeling Jiang Zichu trembling, Jingli shielded him behind her, her eyes shining.

The moment the shadowy figure sensed that familiar pink light, it knew that annoying guy was there again!

They fused together like madmen—worms grew wings, sprouted giant legs, and roared, whipping up hurricanes that threatened to tear the landscape apart.

Jiang Zichu couldn't truly feel the hurricane, but it seemed as if wind blades were sweeping through his soul.

Jingli used a portion of his energy to form a barrier, enveloping himself and Jiang Zichu. He then used a low-level defense card, grabbed a long sword, and plunged directly into the shadow.

Jiang Zichu's heart was in turmoil.

Jingli's barrier rescued him from the torment of his soul. He had just recovered from his fear when he saw Jingli recklessly heading towards those filthy things.

The filthy thing was enormous, reaching up to the ceiling, and its ugly wings filled the entire room as soon as they were spread out.

The scenery seemed so small compared to it.

Jiang Zichu's heart was pounding, and she felt ashamed of her powerlessness. She clenched her fists and slipped to the bedside, trying to minimize her impact on Jingli.

"Jiang Zichu, don't be afraid."

Jingli's voice was firm and powerful.

Jiang Zichu could see golden light flashing across his hands. With a wave of his hands, the filthy thing let out a painful roar.

Jiang Zichu seemed to be able to feel the foul air that the guy was exhaling from his mouth.

"You think of them as tiny insects."

As Jingli swung his sword, he released a portion of his energy, enveloping the entire room.

"Quick! Don't think of them as scary, just as funny little bugs," Jingli slashed hard at the worm's eyes, "This is very important to us!"

Jiang Zichu gradually calmed down.

His fear of these things was too great for him to immediately associate them with humor. But—

He began to recall what these dirty things looked like when he was a little.

They also wriggled in the same way, and had wings, but they were much smaller and not as ferocious as they are now.

He gazed at the unique, rosy light in the darkness, took deep breaths, then closed his eyes, repeatedly trying to hypnotize himself:

They're only a little bigger than they were when they were little, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

The shape of the shadow began to change, gradually dissipating and shrinking until it was about the same height as Jingli.

Sure enough!

This shadowy figure is also related to Jiang Zichu's negative emotions.

The more afraid and pained Jiang Zichu was, the larger and more ferocious they became.

Jingli was overjoyed and took the opportunity to cover the shrunken black shadow, using her power to transform it.

Many of the scattered shadowy figures escaped, but Jingli did not pursue them.

With his current abilities, he can't even find the shadowy figure's lair, let alone chase him to the amusement park late at night.

The most urgent task is to improve myself.

As usual, Jingli set up an energy lamp to prevent those guys from making a comeback, and reported today's findings to 6058 before getting up and going to find Jiang Zichu by the bedside in the dim light.

The camping lights flickered, and one of them finally went out as if it couldn't bear the strain.

Only one lamp remained, casting a warm glow behind the scene.

"Jiang Zichu, we won."