Quick Wear: Villain Happiness System

Afterwards, he slowly sat back on the sofa, savoring the fragrant tea with the two of them, continuing to enjoy this peaceful and beautiful time.

Luo Yi shared his experience in the mission world, and Wang Yuan also talked about his feelings. Shen Yan listened quietly, giving some advice and encouragement from time to time.

Time passed slowly in such a relaxed and happy atmosphere, until night fell, when the three of them said goodbye reluctantly.

On the other side, in a luxurious manor, the man sleeping in the crystal coffin slowly opened his eyes.

The slender white hands seemed to be covered with a faint silver glow under the moonlight.

He moved slightly, and the cold air that filled the crystal coffin seemed to be dispelled.

His eyes are as deep as the sea, containing endless vicissitudes.

He looked around quietly. The luxurious manor looked even more solemn and mysterious under the moonlight.

Then, he slowly stood up, and the gorgeous silk robe fluttered gently under his movements, as if carrying an ancient and elegant atmosphere. He walked to the window and looked at the deep night sky, and there seemed to be thousands of thoughts surging in his heart.

However, after a long time, he uttered the word "Shen Yan" lightly.

The time Shen Yan, Wang Yuan and the other two spent together passed quickly and comfortably. Before long, half a month had passed.

"Xiao San, choose a task." Shen Yan looked at the time and he couldn't wait any longer.

He would be able to see "him" again soon.

[Okay, host.] Xiao San nodded, looking quite excited.

[An unknown error occurred in the system..., an unknown error occurred in the system. ...Squeak...] Shen Yan still hadn't figured out what happened.

Then I heard Xiao San's soft and cute voice, which turned into a sharp sound of earphones, and the sound became louder and louder.

The pain in his brain became more severe. At the moment he lost consciousness, Shen Yan felt a great panic in his heart, and then he lost consciousness.

"Oh, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, damn... where am I?" Shen Yan rubbed his aching head, but when he looked at the tall trees around him, his brain seemed to have crashed.

Finally he realized that he was holding a funeral for the old man, so why was he hit by a car?

Could it be that we suddenly ran into the primitive forest?

Shen Yan couldn't help but touch his chin.

"Fuck... These are my hands." Shen Yan looked at his hands, which were as big as those of a seven or eight-year-old child, with a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

"A childlike voice suddenly popped up in my mind: "Ding——System 333 is online, serving you wholeheartedly."

"Are you the system?" he asked in his heart.

"Hello, host. I am your system 333. I am happy to serve you."

"You brought me to this world?" Shen Yan asked puzzled.

"Host, your body in the original world has died. I saved you."

"Really? Thank you, Xiaosan." A hint of gratitude flashed in Shen Yan's eyes.

[Host, I am 333. ] The system's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Okay, I understand. Xiao San." Shen Yan shook his hand indifferently, but after he finished speaking, he always felt that this scene seemed a little familiar.

"Shen Yan, are you okay? It's time for us to go back to the sect..." A sharp and piercing shout suddenly came from behind, breaking the original quiet atmosphere.

Shen Yan turned around when he heard the voice and saw a young man in a blue and white brocade robe standing next to a big tree, urging him with a bit of impatience on his face.

Shen Yan stared at the boy's clothes, and a feeling of astonishment surged in his heart: Could it be that I really traveled to ancient times?

However, just a moment later, what happened before his eyes completely overturned Shen Yan's worldview - he was standing firmly on a huge gourd and flying in the sky. !

"Oh my God!" Shen Yan's eyes widened. He didn't travel to the ancient times, he clearly traveled to the world of immortals.

"Ah...hahaha..." Despite trying hard to restrain himself, the shock and joy in his heart still made Shen Yan couldn't help but chuckle softly.

However, when he noticed the reactions of the people around him, such as rolling their eyes or frowning and shrinking back, he quickly shut his mouth to avoid attracting more attention.

As the gourd-shaped flying magical instrument slowly descended, it finally arrived above a wide and magnificent square and stopped steadily.

Then it began to shrink, and everyone started jumping down one by one.

"Ouch, which bastard pushed me?" Shen Yan felt dizzy and his body fell forward uncontrollably. Then he fell heavily to the ground, landing flat on his face.

He groaned in pain, rubbed his knee, and cursed. When the pain subsided, he suppressed his anger and looked around fiercely, trying to find the culprit.

However, at this time, the leading manager had already put away the gourd and left, and he was surrounded by ordinary disciples of similar status as him, and no one paid any attention to his embarrassed appearance.

Seeing this scene, Shen Yan was even more angry, but he was helpless. He could only secretly raise a big middle finger to the air to express his dissatisfaction.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came: "Shen Yan, hurry up, why are you still standing there?"

Shen Yan looked carefully and found that the person who spoke was the man named Li Yue whom he had met before.

Seeing the impatient look on his face, Shen Yan knew he couldn't delay any longer, so he quickly stood up, dusted himself off, and said, "Coming, coming!"

Then, he quickly followed Li Yue, walking and stopping along the way. After about two cups of tea, they finally arrived at a small hill.

The top of the mountain is not high, but it is densely packed with small wooden houses shaped like ladders, which looks quite spectacular from a distance.

"Brother, I wonder which room is my room?" Shen Yan lowered his posture and asked Li Yue respectfully.

After all, he had just arrived and was unfamiliar with the place, and he didn't want to offend this senior brother who seemed difficult to deal with.

"Isn't this yours? If I didn't live next door to you, I wouldn't bother to care about you. You act so stupid every day..." The man stood next to a wooden house and pointed at the house next door, saying helplessly.

"Thank you, senior brother." After bowing, he hurried back to his room, and the door was closed with a bang.

He finally had the leisure to look at the decoration of the wooden house. He saw a large wooden bed, a wooden desk, a wooden wardrobe and a small coffee table with tea sets on it.

There is nothing else besides this.