Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 132 Canglan Ferry (2)

After reading the walkthrough, Yan Zhen rolled up his sleeves.

Three blackened wounds ran across his wrist, representing Pei Wangzhou, Yan Jinhe, and the others from Canglan Valley.

They killed Pei Wangzhou and Yan Jinhe, thus saving Canglan Valley.

After clearing her mind, Yan Zhen got up and went to wash her face by the stream not far away.

The stream was crystal clear, and the girl reflected on the water was wearing a light blue narrow-sleeved shirt. Her waist-length hair was braided into a large braid and draped over her right shoulder, with a few wildflowers she had picked casually pinned to it.

Because of her young age, her facial features have not yet fully developed. She has a round face, almond-shaped eyes and cherry lips, a small nose, and two shallow dimples on her cheeks when she purses her lips. She exudes a mischievous and lively charm.

She's a lovely little beauty.

Yan Zhen was quite satisfied with this body. After washing his face, he picked up his basket and headed towards Canglan Valley, following the direction he remembered.

At this moment, the system service light turned on, and Xiao Qi's hesitant voice came through: "Master, there's something I think I should tell you."

"Ok?"

"The Mirror God has returned."

"Oh, he came to see me?"

"Correct."

Did you pass on my message?

"said."

"How did he react?"

“It seems…maybe…I probably…wouldn’t accept it,” Xiaoqi said. “He didn’t make any demands.”

Yan Zhen frowned.

It seems this boss is a bit difficult to deal with.

Xiao Qi added, "And he didn't return in the form of the Supreme God."

Yan Zhen didn't immediately understand the meaning of those words: "What?"

"When he came back... he looked like Zhou Rang."

Yan Zhen suddenly stopped walking, but then continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

Xiaoqi knew its master's temperament best; the more panicked it was inside, the more nonchalant it appeared on the surface. It cautiously asked, "Master, what should we do?"

"What do you mean, what to do? I didn't fight him in the last world."

Xiaoqi: "..."

"I don't remember hitting him," Yan Zhen said, then hesitated, "I don't think I hit him, right?"

"But you lied to him, you faked your death after you succeeded."

Yan Zhen: "..."

She was silent for a moment, then said, "Go and adjust the timeline of the previous plane for me, and see how Zhou Rang is doing after I left."

“I’ve seen it.” Xiaoqi’s voice trembled. “He suffered from severe depression, endured it for more than three years, and then committed suicide.”

Yan Zhen's legs went weak, and he quickly grabbed a tree next to him to prevent himself from falling.

"Seven..." Yan Zhen said in a trembling voice, "Is my career at the Quick Transmigration Division over?"

If you've offended your boss so badly, you're probably going to lose your job.

She should think about her options.

Because of this news, Yan Zhen returned to the Biyue Residence, where the original owner lived, looking listless.

Bishui Residence was built by the stream. When Yan Zhen pushed open the courtyard gate, several younger junior brothers and sisters were drying herbs in the courtyard, while older senior brothers were tending the stove to brew medicine. The master's wife was sitting under the grape trellis mending clothes, and the master was inside taking the pulses of the valley residents who came to see him.

Sunlight filtered through the grape leaves, and the bitter aroma of herbs drying in the sun filled the air. A large, lazy yellow dog lay under the eaves of a nearby house.

This harmonious scene touched Yan Zhen.

If Jiang Li hadn't met Pei Wangzhou, she could have lived a peaceful life here.

"Ah Li is back." Senior Sister Qinglang's voice came from the direction of the kitchen. "Don't just stand there, come and help me."

Yan Zhen put down his basket and ran over quickly. He took the steaming large steamer from Qing Lang's hand, lifted it, and saw rows of steamed wild vegetable buns lying inside, each one round and plump.

There were more than ten stir-fried dishes stacked on the stove, some with meat and some with vegetables. The rich aroma of the food made her mouth water.

At sixteen or seventeen, Yan Zhen was at an age where he could enjoy any food. After spending a day searching for herbs in the valley, he was starving and his stomach was practically sticking to his back.

While her senior wasn't looking, she secretly picked up a steamed bun, and as soon as she took a bite, she was hit on the forehead.

"Did you wash your hands?" her senior scolded her. "How many times have I told you to wash your hands before eating?"

"I'm going to wash now!" Yan Zhen stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth and turned to wash his hands.

Soon, dinner was served at Bishuiju.

Including the master and mistress, a large round table was filled with more than a dozen people, young and old, men and women.

Master Chu Yuanhua was a 40-year-old man with a goatee. He looked stern and unsmiling. As soon as he said "Dinner's ready," several of the younger children, including Yan Zhen, immediately picked up their chopsticks and began to grab the food.

In a flurry of activity, half the food on the table was gone.

During the meal, Yan Zhen ate seven large steamed buns, two steamed breads, two ears of corn, and a large bowl of brown rice. She was shocked by the enormous appetite of this body, and at the same time, she couldn't stop eating while worrying that the other junior brothers and sisters would snatch all the food...

After spending a few days in Canglan Valley, Yan Zhen was so happy that he didn't want to leave.

The atmosphere in the valley is very pleasant; it is secluded from the world, with no conflicts of interest, so there is no need for intrigue or backstabbing.

Master Chu Yuanhua appears serious and rigid, but he is understanding and reasonable. His wife is gentle and loving, and the brothers in the group also have a good relationship.

Yan Zhen spends her days either at home learning pharmacology from her master or carrying a basket up the mountain to collect herbs. When she returns, her senior sister has prepared a delicious meal for her.

The original owner was a girl with a big appetite, whose appetite was three times that of an adult man in one meal. She was not picky about food and ate everything with relish. Yan Zhen inherited this body, and eating became something that made her feel happy from the body to the mind.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Pei Wangzhou was about to "descend from the sky".

Yan Zhen counted the days, and on the day Pei Wangzhou appeared, he went out early in the morning carrying a medicine basket.

Following the direction in the original owner's memory of saving Pei Wangzhou, she traveled for more than half a day and arrived at a waterfall.

After searching around under the waterfall and not seeing anyone, Yan Zhen simply found a rock to sit on and took out the lunch her senior sister had prepared for her from her basket—a huge portion of lotus leaf glutinous rice with cured pork.

She tore open the outer lotus leaf, revealing glutinous rice filled with green beans, corn, carrots, and cured meat. The aroma of rice, lotus leaves, and cured meat mingled together, making Yan Zhen's mouth water.

She opened her mouth to take a bite when she suddenly felt a strange movement above her head.

The original owner spent many years climbing mountains and descending cliffs to collect herbs, which honed his keen hearing and gave him decent martial arts skills.

Yan Zhen acted faster than he thought, his body flashing backward, and the next moment, a figure crashed down, landing in the pool below the waterfall.

Not only did it splash water, but it also knocked over the glutinous rice in Yan Zhen's hand.

"Ah!!! My food!!!"

Yan Zhen lay on the rock and stretched out Er Kang's hand, but the rice had fallen into the pool and was no longer edible.

Her heart shattered. She turned and glared angrily at the man floating on the water, his life hanging in the balance. A surge of anger welled up inside her.

The hatred of ruining a meal is irreconcilable!

Yan Zhen took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his sleeves, jumped into the pool, grabbed the man's hair, and dragged him ashore like a dead dog. He then turned him over to take a look.

With a high nose, thin lips, and a cold, stern gaze, his handsome appearance was undeniable despite his numerous wounds—it matched the face of Pei Wangzhou in my memory.

Ah!

In his past life, he used this face to seduce the naive Jiang Li.

Yan Zhen casually scooped up a sharp stone from the water and slashed it across Pei Wangzhou's handsome face, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound that ran from his right eyebrow across his nose and down to his left jaw.

It's like a painting that's been crudely and violently torn up.