Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing that Cheng Zhan was awake, Jiang Mi withdrew his hand back with tears in his eyes.

He didn't notice Cheng Zhan's small gestures, and now that Cheng Zhan apologized to himself, Jiang Mi shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

The reason why Jiang Mi didn't dare to speak loudly was because he was afraid that if the voice was too loud, he would unconsciously cry.

The matter of crying has already been broken in front of Cheng Chan, and he doesn't want to take it to heart, but he doesn't want to be more embarrassing.

Jiang Mi's eyes fell on the torn ghost body. The word "King" that the ghost said earlier made him unforgettable for a long time. The real reason is that this may be a clue, a clue about the mission.

The name of Jiang Mi's mission world novel is "Ghost King's Forced Overlord Love". The hero Fu Huaihan is a fierce ghost. The way of death is similar to that of this victim. his ability.

In the original book, the male protagonist is really powerful, almost none of the ghosts he meets is his opponent, and he can even send his subordinate ghosts to do things for him.

Fu Huaihan called himself the king of ghosts.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mi glanced casually at Cheng Chan beside him, wondering what he would think if he knew that he actually had an inexplicable king.

And the heroine is the girl with the same name and surname as Jiang Mi's sister, Jiang Man.

In the original book, the heroine Jiang Man has a wealthy family, and her ancestors have been in business for three generations. After so much development, she still has a bit of power.

But the reason why their family has survived for generations is that their ancestors made a deal with the hero Fu Huaihan. Every generation of the Jiang family will present a daughter to Fu Huaihan to conceive a ghost.

The yin qi of virgin pregnancy is the purest, and Fu Huaihan just took a fancy to this point. As for helping the Jiang family's business development, he didn't do it himself, and only relied on the ghosts under his hands to do it for him.

As long as the Jiang family does not fall, the Jiang family can guarantee that each generation will offer him a virgin daughter, why not do it.

And Jiang Man is the third generation of the Jiang family.

According to the development of the plot, she will be dedicated to Fu Huaihan at her birthday party, and then forced to have a relationship to promote pregnancy.

Fu Huaihan, who has always been vicious and ruthless, and likes to play with women, will be attracted by the simple and kind heroine Jiang Man in the process, and falls in love with a woman for the first time.

After undergoing a series of physical abuse and heart abuse, Jiang Man, who knew all the truth, could not accept the stimulation of reality and the betrayal of her relatives and became a fool, but the hero Fu Huaihan suddenly became infatuated, and kept the stupid Jiang Man By the side.

That's how it went until the end.

After Jiang Mi received all the plots of the story, he didn't know what to say, it was really disgusting.

Seeing Jiang Mi's teary eyes staring at the torn ghost body for a while, Cheng Zhan looked at Jiang Mi's bleeding wound, and frowned.

"It's important to deal with the wound, I'll take you back."

Jiang Mi came back to his senses after listening to him, but he looked at the ghost body in the distance.

"Cheng Chan, the murderer is not him..."

Cheng Zhan's eyes were indifferent, and he hooked his fingertips, "Of course."

Then a wisp of black breath fell into the palm of his hand.

"This is a mark, a tracking mark. It was branded on him by another ghost. I'm afraid that person now understands that it is dead."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Zhan crushed the black air in his palm indifferently, and let go of his hand like throwing trash, with a look of disgust in his eyes.

Jiang Mi raised his eyes and looked over, thought for a while and said, "Cheng Zhan, do you know the ghost king exists?"

Cheng Chan raised his eyes and let out a low snort, "...Well, Ghost King? It's ridiculous, how could there be such a thing."

Jiang Mi was silent. Is it really ridiculous to call himself the ghost king? It turns out that he is not the only one who thinks so.

"Okay, we should go."

Cheng Chan's attention has actually been on Jiang Mi's wound.

Jiang Mi nodded, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, then took out his mobile phone from his bag, and told Hu Zheng about the general situation, including the dead old lady.

Hu Zheng replied to him almost immediately, saying that he would take care of it. When he was on the road earlier, Hu Zheng had already discovered that there was one missing in the car. When Jiang Mi sent him a message, he realized that the missing one was a An elderly housekeeper.

After explaining the matter, Jiang Mi started to prepare Didi Taxi.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Cheng Chan asked aloud, "Aren't you going?"

Jiang Mi raised his mobile phone, "I'm taking a taxi."

Cheng Zhan slapped his eyelashes lightly, and looked at Jiang Mi with clear eyes, "It's too slow, let me do it."

As he said that, he hooked Jiang Mi's waist and abdomen with a touch of ghost air. The force was very light, as if being surrounded by a cold arm. It would not hurt Jiang Mi, but it could easily take Jiang Mi away. Take it up.

Still holding the phone in his hand, Jiang Mi lifted his feet off the ground, as if he was flying into the air.

Jiang Mi paused, still a little unresponsive to the current situation, "It will be discovered."

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Zhan also came to his side. Cheng Zhan slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, his eyes were soft, "No, don't worry."

Having said this, Jiang Mi has no reason to refuse.

"That would be troublesome."

"No trouble." Cheng Zhan said, and brought Jiang Mi to the door in a fluttering posture.

Before pushing the door open, another layer of black air spread over Jiang Mi like a hood.

Jiang Mi's whole body seemed to be contained in a big black balloon, and he felt pretty good.

Jiang Mi was surrounded by black air, ordinary people would never see him.

Jiang Mi waited for a long time before he realized it belatedly.

The wind passed through the hood, stirring up Jiang Mi's short black hair, his gray-black left eye slightly narrowed, but Cheng Zhan beside Jiang Mi was not affected by it at all.

Except for the curly ends of her hair, Cheng Zhan's hair and clothes didn't even waver.

The world of living creatures no longer has any effect on ghosts.

But Jiang Mi is like an intermediary between the two, able to touch life and death.

There was a turbulent flow of people under their feet, and no one could see the cloud of black air in the sky.

This is the first time for Jiang Mi to fly so high, and it feels quite amazing.

When they reached the door of the house where Jiang Mi lived, Cheng Zhan tilted his head and stretched out his palms to rest on Jiang Mi's fingertips, as if holding Jiang Mi to the ground with him.

"You may feel a little dizzy just after landing, so be careful."

Cheng Zhan used this movement so naturally that Jiang Mi didn't feel anything wrong. There was a cold and soft touch under his warm palm.

It was true that he felt dizzy just after landing, but Jiang Mi recovered after a while.

So he withdrew his hand, looked down at Cheng Zhan, "It's all right."

Cheng Zhan's hand was hanging by his side, and he twirled his fingertips quietly and slowly, the meaning was unclear, like greed, or desire, and then quietly curled the corners of his mouth, "Okay."

After Jiang Mi returned to the house, Jiang Mi just wanted to take out the dressing tools from the suitcase.

A wisp of black air had already wrapped things up and took them out of the suitcase.

Jiang Mi looked back at the person behind him, and asked casually, "How do you know you're here?"

Cheng Zhan held something with his fingertips, and said calmly, "I happened to see it before."

Jiang Mi nodded, and then came to Cheng Zhan's side, ready to take the things.

Cheng Zhan hooked his fingertips back, "I'll help you, but you only have one hand, which is inconvenient."

"it is good."

Jiang Mi sat on a chair beside him, and Cheng Zhan came to him.

Holding Jiang Mi's injured right arm with cold fingertips, Jiang Mi's muscles subconsciously flinched, but he held back.

Cheng Zhan's movements in dealing with the wound were much more sophisticated and familiar than Jiang Mi imagined.

Cheng Chan lowered his head and was very close to Jiang Mi.

Looking at this picture, Jiang Mi felt a little familiar.

He couldn't help but think of how he helped Cheng Chan deal with his wound after he was hit by a basketball.

"It feels...a long time ago."

Jiang Mi whispered, he was relatively close to Cheng Zhan, as if speaking in Cheng Zhan's ear.

Cheng Zhan paused, then slowly raised his eyes.

The eyes were very calm, strangely calm, like the surface of a deep and waveless sea, with choppy waves underneath.

Cheng Zhan smiled, and his brows softened again.

"Although it's been a long time, I still feel that you... haven't changed at all."

The wound has been treated, Cheng Zhan raised his hand and pressed the slightly damp corner of Jiang Mi's eye with his fingertips, and then rubbed it carefully, at the end of Jiang Mi's eye where he had just cried, smudged again. There was a hint of red, and Cheng Zhan's eyes gradually darkened.

But after a while, Cheng Zhan pulled his hand again.

"Still so crying, still so..."

Jiang Mi didn't take Cheng Chan's actions to heart, but just caught Cheng Chan's key words.

Love to cry.

Jiang Mi: "...?"

What do you mean you still love to cry so much?

In this mission world, no one seems to know about his tendency to cry.

Ordinarily, the former Cheng Zhan should not have known about it.

Jiang Mi recalled carefully, the experience of crying in high school is really one of the few.

One of the most impactful was at the... hospital.

Because of the little girl who died, Jiang Mi cried for a while on the stairs of the hospital.

Jiang Mi realized that the former Cheng Chan was also in that hospital.

It seems that it must have been seen by Cheng Zhan that time.

what.

So it turned out that he had already been humiliated in front of Cheng Zhan so early.

Jiang Mi felt even more helpless.

Forget it, it's already this time, there's nothing else to care about.

Jiang Mi chatted for a while, thinking of the girl who died pregnant with a ghost, he couldn't help feeling a little heavy in his heart.

Now that the order has been accepted, there is no reason why things cannot be done.

Jiang Mi began to suspect that the ghost who killed the girl might be the hero of the original book.

With this method, the ghost still called him the king.

No matter how you look at it, something is wrong.

The current heroine of the original book, Jiang Man, is just in her third year of high school, and it is only a month or two since the incident happened, so he has to hurry up.

When it gets dark.

After Jiang Mi had dinner, he took a shower while trying not to touch the wound.

Because there are a lot of things to do today, and because of the injury, Jiang Mi went to sleep much earlier than usual.

Wait until Jiang Mi is asleep and the night is quiet.

The whole house was silent and empty.

At the window on the second floor, outside is a wire post.

With thin and dry hands, they climbed up the pillar quietly. It was a ghost with protruding eyes, blood-red eyeballs, ragged clothes, half-drooped jaw, and a stinky, rotten tongue inside.

Its killing intent was strong, and its target was obvious, it was aimed at Jiang Mi.

When it climbed to the window sill, it turned into a puddle of black mud again and passed through the iron guardrail by the window.

It walked downstairs step by step, showing bloody traces.

Until he reached the door of Jiang Mi's room.

As soon as the tip of the fingernail stained with mud was digging in, the door opened quietly by itself.

Jiang Mi on the bed was still sound asleep without knowing anything.

Its lower jaw lowered and lowered, as if preparing to swallow.

At this moment, someone in the room suddenly laughed in a low voice. The laughter was very low and light, but it made one's legs unsteady.

"Although I love the way he weeps..."

Cheng Zhan appeared from the darkness, the expression on his face was covered by the thick darkness of the night, blurred, only a slender figure could be seen.

The ghost by the bed turned its neck stiffly, it saw the figure in the distance and then appeared in front of it in an instant.

It's like a spider weaving a large web silently, waiting for its prey to fall into it.

There was a weird smile on Cheng Zhan's face, the corners of his mouth were grinning, his head was tilted at an inconceivably inhuman angle, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat.

"...but only I can make him cry."

The black air had covered Jiang Mi's bed tightly before, and Jiang Mi would not hear any sound or be affected by it.

Cheng Zhan's pale fingertips pinched the ghost's celestial spirit cover.

The struggle of the subordinate ghosts is almost like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Then Cheng Zhan tapped his five fingers into it.

Pull it apart again.

The next moment is the separation of body and head.

Black sticky juice flows out of it, with a fishy smell.

The head fell aside.

Cheng Zhan glanced at it quietly, raised his fingertips, and the black air cleaned up the ghost's corpse.

This kind of ghost has no intelligence, even if you ask, you can't ask anything.

But in fact, there is no need to ask, Cheng Zhan found the same ghost spirit brand on Jiang Mi's ghost body that was about to attack tonight.

Cheng Chan lowered his eyes.

Oh, ghost king...

Jiang Mi woke up naturally the next day, feeling relatively relaxed.

Of course he didn't know what happened last night.

After a while, Cheng Zhan appeared.

He opened the curtains for Jiang Mi, the rising sun came in, the air was full of freshness, and there were a few crisp birdsong in the distance.

Cheng Chan looked back at the sleepy Jiang Mi with soft eyes and said with a smile, "Good morning."

Jiang Mi raised his eyes and looked over, thinking casually.

I feel that Cheng Zhan is the same as before, still a restrained and gentle boy.

Jiang Mi also smiled, "Good morning."