2: I don't want two legs, I can only play with the bright moon

The sudden movement caused Jiang Chen's mind to freeze for half a second.

"System?"

"My System?"

Jiang Chen had been Transmigrated for a month, and every day he wished for his System to arrive sooner.

However, there was no movement for the entire month, and he almost thought he was starting without a cheat.

He didn't expect it to arrive at this moment!

Jiang Chen was ecstatic, "Good heavens, you're finally here!"

"If you didn't come soon, I really wouldn't be able to continue with this villainous script!"

"Ding! Strongest Villain System successfully bound!"

"Hello, host, I am your considerate little cotton jacket, the Strongest Villain System at your service!"

A mischievous, even somewhat playful, electronic voice rang in his head.

Jiang Chen's expression instantly became strange.

"This System... why does it feel a bit improper?"

"Newbie Mission issued: Please perform an action befitting your identity as the Strongest Villain towards Nangong Mingyue, the Daughter of Destiny."

"Mission Reward: One Newbie Gift Pack."

"Mission Failure Penalty: The host will be transformed into a two-legged creature."

The System's prompts kept coming, and Jiang Chen froze.

Perform a villainous act towards Nangong Mingyue?

He glanced at his cheap father, Jiang Shengtian, whose face was as black as a pot at the main seat, and then at Nangong Zhuo, who, though still smiling, was clearly very displeased.

To make a move on his nominal fiancée in front of these two?

This System wanted him dead!

Jiang Chen frantically complained in his mind: "I say, System, isn't this mission a bit too perverted? My father could slap me into the ground so hard I couldn't be dug out. You want me to cause trouble in front of him?"

"host, please believe in yourself, you are the man destined to become the Strongest Villain!"

The System replied in an encouraging tone.

"Show your Qi! Conquer her!"

"I'll conquer your (expletive)!"

Jiang Chen was speechless.

"The key is, what kind of ghost is the mission failure penalty? A two-legged creature? Am I not two-legged right now?"

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then he quickly reacted.

A chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

This darn System!

You really are something!

He finally understood that this mission had to be done, whether he liked it or not.

If he didn't do it, his happiness for the rest of his life would be gone.

If he did it, at most he would be beaten up by his father.

When choosing between two evils, was there even a need to say which to pick?

The atmosphere in the hall grew even more stagnant due to Jiang Chen's silence.

Jiang Shengtian was on the verge of exploding, and Nangong Zhuo's elegant mask was about to fall off.

Nangong Mingyue watched him with a hint of wariness.

Just when everyone thought Jiang Chen would say something astonishing again, he moved.

He took steps, one by one, walking towards Nangong Mingyue.

His movements were not fast, but each step seemed to land on everyone's heartbeats.

"Jiang Chen, what do you want to do!"

Nangong Mingyue's body tensed, and she reprimanded him sharply.

She felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

The Jiang Chen in front of her was completely different from the Saint in her memory, who, though a scoundrel, always maintained a facade of polite courtesy.

Now, he was full of unpredictability.

Jiang Shengtian also suddenly stood up from his throne, and a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire Holy Lord Hall.

"Wretch! Stop right there!"

However, Jiang Chen ignored all of it.

His target was very clear: Nangong Mingyue.

Under Nangong Mingyue's astonished gaze, and in the instant Jiang Shengtian and Nangong Zhuo couldn't stop him, Jiang Chen had already walked in front of her.

The distance between them was less than half a foot.

He could even clearly see her long eyelashes trembling slightly beneath her veil.

Then, he reached out his hand.

This action completely changed Nangong Zhuo's expression.

"nephew! No!" Nangong Zhuo tried to stop him, but it was already too late.

Jiang Chen's fingers precisely and lightly hooked Nangong Mingyue's chin.

The touch was cool and delicate.

He applied slight force, and forcibly lifted Nangong Mingyue's head, which had been lowered.

The thin veil, due to this movement, also slipped slightly, revealing her exquisite face, beautiful enough to make heaven and earth lose their color.

Time, at this moment, stood still.

The entire Holy Lord Hall was eerily quiet.

Jiang Shengtian's raised hand remained frozen in mid-air.

The terrifying pressure that erupted from his body seemed to be choked by an invisible large hand, abruptly pausing.

The Holy Lord of Hongtian Holy Land, whose face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water, now seemed to have been struck hard by a heavy hammer, and above his rage, a deeper layer of astonishment covered it.

Jiang Shengtian stared fixedly at his son.

What was this scoundrel Jiang Chen doing?

Flirting with his fiancée in front of him and in front of Nangong Zhuo?

This was no longer just being a scoundrel; this was madness!

Nangong Zhuo's figure had already rushed forward, but his outstretched hand also stopped in mid-air, as if he had been struck by a body-fixing spell.

The elegant mask he had maintained for a lifetime shattered with a "crack" at this moment, leaving only a face flushed crimson like a pig's liver.

His lips trembled, wanting to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

His gaze swept back and forth between his disgraced daughter and Jiang Chen's smiling face, and finally, he sharply turned his head to look at Jiang Shengtian on the high seat.

"Look at the good son you've raised!"

And Nangong Mingyue, at the center of the storm, felt a "buzz" in her head, completely blank, as if time had been infinitely stretched.

She could clearly feel the warmth from Jiang Chen's fingers and smell the faint masculine scent on him.

Jiang Chen leaned in closer and spoke in a voice only he and Nangong Mingyue could hear, "It seems I was too gentle with you before."

Gentle?

Boom!

An unprecedented surge of shame and indignation instantly overwhelmed all her rationality and composure.

She had grown up as a favored daughter of heaven, always surrounded by admiration wherever she went. How could she have ever suffered such a great humiliation!

Especially, in front of her own father and his father!

To be treated in such a frivolous, such a humiliating way by this fiancé she had never cared for... Her hands, hidden beneath her gauze skirt, instantly clenched into fists, fingernails digging deep into her palms, the stinging pain causing her whole body to tremble uncontrollably.

Jiang Chen, this bastard!

How dare he!

How dare he!!!

Jiang Chen, however, seemed completely oblivious to the surrounding atmosphere and the three gazes that practically wanted to tear him to shreds.

He even had the leisure to admire Nangong Mingyue's exquisite face, flushed with anger; this face was indeed much more lively and interesting than the cold, indifferent one in his memory.

He could feel that Nangong Mingyue's spiritual power was surging wildly, on the verge of losing control.

"Very good, that's more like it."

"A Daughter of Destiny should have the temper of a Daughter of Destiny."

Nangong Mingyue was just naturally cool-tempered, not without a temper.

Finally, Nangong Mingyue gritted out Jiang Chen's name, and her anger, accumulated to its peak, completely exploded!

"Jiang Chen!"

The spiritual power of her Sixth Stage Nascent Soul Middle Stage instantly surged, and without the slightest hesitation, she raised her fair, jade-like palm, condensing all her strength, and fiercely struck towards Jiang Chen's chest!