Fast Travel: Playing like a baby in the arms of a sickly villain

Jiang Shen could only look at Shen Zhao with such distress, even if he couldn't touch Shen Zhao's face, and couldn't wipe off the tears on Shen Zhao's face, he still put his hands on Shen Zhao's face, trying to wipe away the tears on Shen Zhao's face. Tears, comfort him.

Shen Zhao's body trembled slightly, he stopped laughing and murmured to himself, and his eyes became dark.

When Jiang Shen died, everyone here must be buried with him, and Emperor Beichen was the first to bear the brunt.

He has always wanted to take Beichen Kingdom gently. After all, Beichen Kingdom is also the hometown of Jiang Shen's current identity. In order to make Jiang Shen's identity more dignified, he does not intend to let Beichen Kingdom be destroyed.

But now that Jiang Shen is dead, out of breath, out of pulse, and Emperor Beichen treats Jiang Shen like this for his own selfish desires, so why should he be merciful.

Even if he risked his life, he would take the head of Emperor Beichen to avenge Jiang Shen.

"Jiang Shen, wait for me."

Shen Zhao clenched Jiang Shen's hands that had become cold, and looked out the door fiercely. He picked up Jiang Shen on the bed and walked out of the princess mansion.

Only after Jiang Shen's soul floated out of the princess mansion did he know why Shen Zhao dared to come in so upright in the afternoon.

All the people outside the door were fascinated by Mixiang, and a large number of people fell in the courtyard.

It seems that this time Shen Zhao may have learned what happened to him, so regardless of what happened to him, his hair was messed up.

Shen Zhao hugged Jiang Shen's body, went to his palace, put him gently on his bed, sat on the side of the bed, and leaned against the side of the bed.

"Jiang Shen, if you know what I do, you should be unhappy."

Speaking of this sentence, Shen Zhao suddenly smiled.

Jiang Shen was naturally uncomfortable, Shen Zhao's words were dangerous.

"Anyway, you won't be able to come back. I'll apologize to you when I get down there. You'll forgive me for being soft-hearted."

Shen Zhao held Jiang Shen's hand, smiled and cried again.

Crying and laughing, laughing and crying again.

Jiang Shen knew that Shen Zhao was going to do something stupid, but he couldn't do anything. He wasn't sure if Shen Zhao would do something stupid now, or if he would do something else.

He expected this result, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

"I'll spend one more day with you today. Tomorrow I may not have much time to accompany you. Don't worry, it's not that I don't want to accompany you. It's because there are important things I need to do. I'll apologize to you after I do it."

Shen Zhao went to bed, hugged Jiang Shen's cold body, and looked at the happy smile on Shen Zhao's face, but Jiang Shen was already crying with tears streaming down his face.

He knew that Shen Zhao didn't want to laugh at all now.

Shen Zhao covered Jiang Shen with the quilt, "Don't catch a cold, you are most afraid of the cold, I will keep you warm."

Through the temperature of his body, he hugged Jiang Shen tightly, trying to warm up Jiang Shen's completely cold body quickly.

"Why is it still not warm? Is there not enough quilts?"

Shen Zhao suddenly became flustered talking to himself.

He got up and took another quilt, covering Jiang Shen's body.

"It shouldn't be that cold."

Jiang Shen just looked like he couldn't do anything.

He looked at Shen Zhao who accepted his "death" calmly at the beginning, but now suddenly became as if he didn't know anything, pretending that he was not dead yet.

How can such a contradictory approach make Jiang Shen not sad.

He really doesn't want to say anything now, no matter what his waist is, he just wants to rush forward to comfort Shen Zhao, hug him hard, and kiss him.