Random quick travel: The paranoid male god wants to force love again

The doctor brought by Eunuch Qin diagnosed Jiang Miao and told Meng Zhuoyan the results.

The injuries on Jiang Miao's body were only superficial injuries and did not hurt any vital parts. As long as they healed for a few days, there would be no problem.

After Meng Zhuoyan heard this, his solemn expression relaxed.

Later, Eunuch Qin politely gave the doctor money and sent him back.

However, even though Jiang Miao was fine, Meng Zhuoyan was still worried and stayed beside his bed all night.

When Jiang Miao woke up, she found that she was tied up like a mummy. Meng Zhuoyan looked haggard and dozed off in a wheelchair with squinting eyes.

His head slowly lowered. Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly and sat up straight. His dry eyes suddenly brightened when he saw Jiang Miao woke up. He subconsciously held his hand and asked eagerly: "Miaomiao, what are you doing?" You're awake, how are you? Does your body still hurt?"

Jiang Miao looked at the young man with reddish eyes and some green eyes, and was a little moved, "I don't feel any pain. Did I scare you yesterday?"

Meng Zhuoyan smiled slightly, "No."

Why wasn't he scared? He was really anxious yesterday, as heavy as when his mother-in-law died.

But he didn't want to tell the truth and didn't want Jiang Miao to worry.

Jiang Miao moved and thought about it, but it was extremely difficult to move because her body was covered with bandages.

Meng Zhuoyan saw his intention and pressed him down quickly, "If you're injured, don't get up. Just lie down. Tell me what you want to do and I'll help you."

Jiang Miao shook her head with a pale face, "No, I experienced a thunderstorm yesterday. Now my magic power has not only stabilized, but is much stronger than before. I want to repair the injuries on my body myself."

Hearing this, Meng Zhuoyan suddenly realized, "I see, then I will help you up."

As he spoke, he carefully helped Jiang Miao sit up.

Jiang Miao sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, united her thoughts, quickly turned her hands over, and a strong spiritual power spread from her dantian to her whole body.

He clearly felt that the wounds on his body were healing as quickly as possible.

Slowly, his face turned from pale to rosy.

Meng Zhuoyan watched quietly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, feeling happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

But thinking of something, the upward curve slowly came down.

The moment Jiang Miao opened her eyes and turned the bandages on her body into fitting clothes, Meng Zhuoyan suddenly said, "Miaomiao, congratulations on your improvement in cultivation."

Jiang Miao was also very happy to see her changes, with a bright smile, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"You..." Meng Zhuoyan opened his mouth, and his heart began to beat, feeling very uncomfortable, "You should be able to achieve enlightenment and become an immortal in the future, right?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Miao thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Probably not."

Meng Zhuoyan was stunned, and the surging undercurrent in his eyes stopped, "Why? Miaomiao doesn't want to become an immortal?"

"I don't want to." Jiang Miao frowned, with a face full of resistance, "Being a god must abide by a lot of rules. Being tied up is not good at all. It is more comfortable to be a demon. You have the power to protect yourself, and you can eat delicious food in the human world like a human. , travel around and do whatever you want."

Meng Zhuoyan's heartbeat quickened as he listened. He suddenly had a strong desire to keep this person.

He lowered his head slightly to prevent Jiang Miao from seeing his emotional changes, "Then can you stay here from now on? Whatever you want to eat, I can ask the chef to cook it for you, or I can ask someone to buy it for you, as long as you want it I can give it to you, and I'm also willing to accompany you around."

After saying these words, Meng Zhuoyan became even more nervous. His hearing seemed to be magnified dozens of times at this moment, and his heart fell on Jiang Miao, quietly waiting for his answer.

Jiang Miao looked at the man in front of her who was very eager to stay, with mixed emotions, "I'm sorry, I can only stay here for one year at most, so I hope you can think of what you want to realize within this year, but you Don’t worry, within this year, I will protect you and won’t let you get hurt at all.”

"This, this is it..." Meng Zhuoyan's originally hot cheeks instantly turned a little pale, and his hands tightly grasped the armrests of the wheelchair. His fingertips turned white, and his whole body felt a little cold.

He raised his head, looked at the apologetic young man, tried his best to pull the corners of his stiff mouth, and showed an understanding smile, "It's okay, I... I will think about it as soon as possible and won't keep you waiting. I'm a little tired. Go back and rest first. In addition, I have asked the kitchen to prepare food for you. If you are hungry, go and eat."

After saying these words, Meng Zhuoyan turned his wheelchair awkwardly, wanting to escape quickly.

I don't know if he was too anxious, but he didn't pay attention. The wheelchair hit the table nearby, and Meng Zhuoyan fell out of the wheelchair immediately.

"Your Majesty!" Jiang Miao took three steps at a time and stepped forward to help him, "Are you okay?"

Meng Zhuoyan forced a smile and shook his head, then said with difficulty, "I'm fine, don't worry."

But his eyes fell on his unconscious legs. His heart suddenly felt like tearing pain, and his eyes were slightly hot.

He is such a waste...

What qualifications does he have to ask Jiang Miao to stay with him?

If you can't fly yourself, why would you want to pull Jiang Miao, who can fly freely, into the dust?

He is too selfish.

He had no right to feel sad.

Jiang Miao seemed to be aware of his gaze. After thinking about it, he looked at Meng Zhuoyan with bright eyes and said, "Your Majesty, if I can cure my injury, I can also cure your leg. Why don't you let me help you now?" You."

He raised his hand and was about to cast a spell on his legs, but Meng Zhuoyan grabbed his hand and said, "No, I don't want you to treat me!"

Jiang Miao was stunned and looked at the panicked young man with a puzzled look on his face, "Why?"

Meng Zhuoyan realized that he had overreacted, and quickly adjusted his emotions. He said with a smile on his face: "I haven't decided whether to realize my wish to heal my legs. You wait until I think about it."

He didn't know why he still needed to think about it.

He just felt that this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make a wish could not be used so easily.

When Jiang Miao heard this, he blinked and suddenly laughed, "What? It turns out you are worried about this. This has nothing to do with your wishes. The reason I didn't do this for you before was because I also experienced a lightning disaster before, but I failed and my mana was not enough. Now that I have succeeded, I can help you heal, so you don’t have to worry about not having the chance to make a wish after healing your legs."

Meng Zhuoyan stared blankly at the young man with an extraordinarily sweet smile. He was so excited that he didn't know where to place his hands, "Are you serious?"

"Uh-huh." Jiang Miao smiled, picked him up and put him in the wheelchair, and began to use his spiritual power, "Just wait, I'll give it a try."

As he finished speaking, white spiritual power was continuously injected into Meng Zhuoyan's legs.

Meng Zhuoyan couldn't help but hold his breath and stared at this scene nervously.

There is some faint expectation.