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

Jiang Mi could naturally sense that something was getting wrong with Cheng Zhan.

Wu Lu, who came to visit Jiang Mi not long ago, once said bluntly in private, saying that Cheng Zhan is like an increasingly powerful beast that is dormant in the dark, and can drag everything in this world to hell forever, forever.

Wu Lu was afraid in his heart, afraid that such an affair with his children would not be able to restrain Cheng Zhan at all, and that it would not end in the future.

But Jiang Mi never thought about holding Cheng Zhan back.

What Cheng Chan will do and what he will not do, he will always understand.

Even if Cheng Zhan went to hell, he would only die before him.

Thinking about it, Jiang Mi chuckled, turned around, and hugged the cold, lifeless Cheng Chan behind him.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Cheng Zhan's face was pressed against Jiang Mi's neck. He was a little puzzled when he heard the words, and he let out a muffled "Huh?" and raised a gentle face with messy forehead hair. He knew what Jiang Mi said. After hard work, there should be something to say.

Jiang Mi lowered his head, and their foreheads touched each other.

Jiang Mi's eyes were full of smiles, and he looked at Cheng Zhan rightly. The gray left eye was like a whirlpool, making Cheng Zhan's ears ringing and dizzy, and he couldn't pull it away.

"Do you want a reward?"

This was the first time Cheng Chan showed a dazed expression, and it was the second time today that he asked "Huh?"

The corners of Jiang Mi's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes moved closer, so close that Cheng Zhan could see the gray lines of Jiang Mi's pupils, as dense as a spider web.

The breaths of the two were intertwined, and their lips were separated. When Jiang Mi spoke, Cheng Zhan always had the illusion of being kissed.

The warm, bewitching, unique Jiang Mi's breath forced Cheng Zhan to lose all thinking ability.

"Do you want it?"

Until the moment when Jiang Mi continued to speak, something seemed to explode beside his ear, and something seemed to be flowing rapidly in the already frozen blood vessels.

That deafening sound...is it the heart...that's stupid enough, isn't he dead long ago, it's just a corpse...

After Cheng Zhan reacted, his pupils tightened instantly as if ink had poured out.

It was a little strange for Jiang Mi to watch the eyes of the person in front of him turn from brown-black to jet-black.

"want."

The hasty and firm "yes" made Jiang Mi a little afraid that Cheng Chan would bite his own tongue.

Jiang Mi, who was locked by Cheng Zhan's crazy eyes, realized that something was wrong, but he still held Cheng Zhan's cheek with a light smile and kissed it.

There are still half of the curtains in the room that have not been pulled up. I don't know when they were all pulled up.

The room was dark as night.

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heat.

It's really hot.

Jiang Mi had been mentally prepared for this kind of thing long ago, but he never thought that it would be the exact opposite.

Cheng Zhan's whole body was like a jade stone, which was cold from the inside out, and could be slightly warmed by the heat.

Jiang Mi felt that his sanity was about to lose consciousness. He dazedly pulled Cheng Zhan's cold palms against his face and rubbed them against his face. His bewitching peach blossom eyes were foggy at the moment, and his gray-black left eye was a little out of focus. .

When Jiang Mi wanted to take a closer look at the face of the person below him, he could only see two spots of crimson and a piece of milky white.

Milky white as falling snow.

White made him dizzy.

Are ghosts so white if they don't bask in the sun?

Jiang was thinking wildly and endlessly.

It also feels like falling snow, and it can't be held or kneaded.

In the end, all the movements were based on instinct, except for Jiang Mi's uncontrollable moan in his throat.

"...Cheng Zhan...I want to look at you..."

Then, Jiang Mi felt his cheeks being held up by a pair of icy hands with sharp knuckles, and then some water droplets overflowing from the corners of his eyes were gently wiped away.

"I'm here, Jiang Mi."

Until then, Jiang Mi's vision was completely clear.

That was Cheng Zhan, indeed Cheng Zhan.

This scene seemed familiar.

It seems that they met a long time ago, before everything started.

The feeling of being lost in time and space caused Jiang Mi to slap her eyelashes and shed tears.

It seems embarrassing to cry in bed at this time, but Jiang Mi didn't think about it that much.

"Cheng Zhan..."

The whisper that had just been uttered came to an abrupt end, and the unfinished words that followed were also frozen in this suspended world.

The light smoke from the square porcelain stove on the floor of the room disappeared completely, along with Fu Huaihan's faint ghostly aura.

The holographic projection-like black font once again appeared in midair.

["Ghost King's Forced Overlord" novel world mission completed]

【Theme: Realize women's independence and obtain a happy life】

[Host memory cleared...]

【Repatriation in progress...】

Until the last moment, Jiang Mi suddenly forgot why she shed tears and for whom.