Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

After the bathwater was brought up, Jingchen started pacing around the room. Hearing the noise outside, he was really worried about leaving Rangrang outside.

After much thought, I had no choice but to reluctantly use that method for a while.

He walked to the bedside, lifted a corner of the blanket, and looked down at the little white cat that was looking up at him. His usually gentle tone was unusually serious.

"Excuse me, I need to take a shower. Can you stay under the covers for a while? Don't lift the covers or come out."

Jiang Rangrang's big, bright green eyes flashed, and she nodded her head rapidly: "I know, meow~ I won't run away, meow~"

Jingchen gently rubbed her head, carefully covered her with the blanket, and even made a small opening in the mattress for her, afraid that she would suffocate.

Satisfied with the arrangement, Jingchen turned around, went behind the screen, took off his monk's robe, and stepped into the warm bath. The water reached his chest, and he let out a relaxed breath.

Jiang Rangrang, upon hearing that Jingchen had already soaked in the water, grinned mischievously, though it wasn't very obvious on his cute cat-like face.

She poked half her head out, then her whole body emerged, and with a "whoosh," she jumped off the bed, took a running start, and with a "plop," leaped directly into the bathtub.

Water splashed all over Jingchen's face, and he was stunned.

"Jingchen, I want to take a bath too, meow~"

The white fur, wet with warm water, clung to its body, turning a large clump of fluffy fur into a small strip.

Yes, it's just bloating.

Jiang Rangrang placed his hind paws on Jingchen's legs and his front paws on Jingchen's chest, purring contentedly, his throat buzzing like an old spinning wheel.

Jingchen looked down at the disheveled kitten in front of him, and for a moment he didn't know what to say, feeling as if "he knew it all along."

I wanted to say a few words of reprimand, but when I met her clear, bright green eyes, I couldn't bring myself to say them.

Well, she doesn't understand anything. He can't just throw away a little demon who can't take care of herself.

He sighed, took the cleaning cream next to him, scooped out a dollop and applied it to Jiang Rangrang's body, lathering it up while patiently teaching her common sense.

"I'll wash you, but don't jump in while I'm showering next time. We're different genders, so we need to shower separately."

"Okay, I got it, meow~"

He patiently scrubbed her long fur, the warm water enveloping the cat, and Jingchen's fingertips moved with exceptional gentleness.

Jiang Rangrang snored even louder as she was being washed, but then her large, bright green eyes suddenly looked at a certain spot on him, and she asked:

"Jingchen, there's something over there, what... what is it, meow?"

Jingchen's hand suddenly stopped moving. Following the kitten's gaze, she looked down and blushed.

He straightened his legs, unsure where to look, and said in a strained voice, "That's not something you should know."

Jiang Rangrang was not about to give up and pressed on relentlessly, asking:

"Why can't I know? Will I have it after I transform? Can I not have it? It looks like it's in the way, meow~"

Her little head tilted back and forth, looking utterly bewildered and bursting with curiosity.

Jingchen was at a loss for words when she asked him, so he simply quickened his pace and washed her clean and took her out.

He channeled a little gentle internal energy, evaporating the moisture and soon drying her long hair until it was fluffy and dry.

Jingchen's monk's robes were in a mess because he was in a hurry to put them on, and he stuffed Jiang Rangrang, the talkative little cat, into the quilt.

"Don't ask any more questions, just go to sleep."

Jiang Rangrang burrowed into the blankets, only revealing a pair of bright green eyes, and muttered to himself:

"Jingchen, you're so stingy, meow~ Didn't you say you'd teach me everything, meow~"

Jingchen didn't reply. He turned his back, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

He silently recited the scriptures several times to suppress his chaotic thoughts, but all he could think about was the image of the kitten looking down at him...

And there was the way she stared at him with those clear, innocent green eyes, asking him questions.

For the first time, he was also curious about what she would look like after she transformed into human form.

It was late at night, and the room was quiet.

Jiang Rangrang was fast asleep, sprawled out with her soft, white belly exposed, snuggled close to Jingchen's arm, sleeping soundly. She had absolutely no sense of vigilance when she was with him.

Jingchen always remained somewhat vigilant whenever there were living creatures around, so when he heard a very soft "hiss" from the window paper, he woke up instantly.

He immediately opened his eyes, all sleepiness gone.

He glanced at the little white cat sleeping soundly beside him, a hint of doting in his eyes, and reached out to hug her.

The kitten didn't wake up when he picked it up, and even rubbed its head against his chest.

He quietly walked to the window behind the screen, gently pushed open a window, and stood there motionless.

Outside the door, the exorcists held bamboo tubes and continuously blew sleeping gas into the house.

The leader, holding a damp cloth, lowered his voice and said, "Blow on it a little longer; that monk has high cultivation."

The skinny monkey nodded, his eyes filled with greed.

The ugly demon hunter blew on the sleeping gas for a long time, until he was almost suffocating before he stopped.

Once they felt it was about time, the group exchanged glances, covered their damp hands tightly, and slipped into the guest room, bypassing the latch.

Several people tiptoed to the bedside, only to find the blankets empty! What happened?

Before the others could react, Jingchen stepped out from behind the screen, her gentle voice unusually cold:

"So it was you guys."

Jingchen appeared in their line of sight carrying Jiang Rangrang, his white monk's robes standing out conspicuously in the room.

He pursed his lips, deeply regretting sparing their lives at Yudu Mountain.

He spared the kill because he knew the other party was only coveting but hadn't succeeded. At that time, he still thought Rangrang was just an ordinary little demon.

But now, Rangrang holds a different place in his heart, and these people still dare to relentlessly pursue him, even resorting to such underhanded methods.

Jingchen's eyes turned cold. This must not be the first time they had harmed people or demons like this. His compassion vanished: Since they were so persistent, there was no need to keep them alive any longer.

The demon hunters' expressions changed simultaneously, and they hurriedly took a half-step back. They all knew that even if they worked together, they wouldn't be a match for this monk!

But with no way to retreat, and unable to sit and wait for death, the leader gritted his teeth and growled, "Attack!"

Several people drew their magical artifacts, attempting to strike first.

Jiang Rangrang was finally awakened by the word "up".

She opened her eyes groggily, feeling as if she had accidentally wandered into the set of an ancient martial arts film.

Jingchen held her in his arms with one hand and fought with the other.

She only felt that his movements were very graceful. Even while holding her, his movements were still fluid and effortless, as if she were not in his way at all.

The demon hunters couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes before they were all knocked to the ground. They didn't even have time to scream before they fell to the floor with a thud.

As the last person fell, the room returned to silence.

Jingchen looked down at Jiang Rangrang, who had just woken up and was still in a daze, and sighed softly.

I was finally woken up.

He carried Jiang Rangrang in one arm and dragged her with the other, making five trips to move the group to a small alley not far from the inn and dump the bodies there.

It's perfectly normal for a few people or demons to die at this time, but it's not good for them to die in someone's shop, so he moved the bodies away through the window.

But they couldn't stay at that shop anymore.

In the dead of night, Jingchen held Jiang Rangrang in his arms, standing silently on the deserted street.

Jiang Rangrang rubbed his furry face against Jingchen's face: "Jingchen, don't be afraid. Look, it's almost dawn."