The Villains Want Hugs [Quick Transmigration]

Watching Chong Yan's back getting farther and farther away, Jiang Meng's strength was finally exhausted. Before he lost consciousness, there was a little man in his heart roaring angrily: Chong Yan, you disobedient bastard!

Jiang Meng fell into a deep dream in a daze. In the dream, her parents and grandpa appeared in the real world. They all gathered around her hospital bed with sad expressions on their faces, especially her mother. Her eyes had cried into two glowing red peaches.

"Mom..." Jiang Meng felt that he was very tired. He exhausted his strength to call out, but he was not sure if his mother heard it.

Dad's face seemed to be much older, and gray hair grew between his temples.And the grandfather was supported by his father, his body trembling, and the old man who was always serious was crying: "My poor grandson..."

The surroundings are in a mess, except for the "didi" sound from the medical equipment, it is all crying.

Jiang Meng sighed softly, wondering if it was because she was already dead?

"Mr. Jiang, please trust me, I won't let Mengmeng die like this..."

Suddenly, a somewhat familiar voice sounded in the ears, the voice was magnetic and elegant.

"...Is there anything Dr. Mu can do?"

"I'm not sure, but I hope you can cooperate with me to try..."

"Well, well, our family will pay any price for him, as long as my child can survive..."

"Please rest assured, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Meng frowned in her dream, thinking that Mu Cheng is really a lingering ghost, it's okay to be tortured by him since childhood, but now that her bones are still cold, she still doesn't let him go!

Just as he was thinking so angrily, the light in front of him suddenly dimmed, and it seemed that Mu Cheng had walked in front of him.

The noise in his ears disappeared, and Jiang Meng guessed that he and Mu Cheng should be the only ones in the ward now.

A warm breath came over his face, Jiang Meng could feel that Mu Cheng was very close to him.

He shrunk his neck subconsciously, but his body was stiff and unable to move, until something warm and soft was pressed against his forehead, and Jiang Meng froze completely——

That soft thing is a man's lips!

Mu Cheng, that super invincible and serious guy on the surface, actually secretly kissed himself!

Heaven!

Could it be that this perverted doctor has necrophilia?

Jiang Meng was so frightened that he wanted to pat his little heart. He was trying to open his eyes and confront that beast face to face, but was interrupted by something——

"Boss, boss! Can you restrain yourself a little each time you are in a coma?!"

Jiang Meng opened her eyes suddenly, feeling a little excited for a while: "Ah! I dreamed that my family doctor kissed my dead body secretly!"

Ji Xiaopang was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed: "Doctor? Is the surname Mu?"

Jiang Meng nodded, thinking that she was kissed by that guy, she felt a chill in her body: "Yes, I used to see him as serious as a gentleman, but I didn't expect him to be a pervert with necrophilia!"

Love... Corpse... Obsession...

Ji Xiaopang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked cautiously: "Then do you still remember what that doctor looked like?"

Jiang Meng shook her head, feeling that it might be a pile of paste inside: "Hey, why do I get a headache when I think about what he looks like!"

Ji Xiaopang let out a sigh of relief, and then sighed again.

Jiang Meng stared blankly for a while, then suddenly recalled what happened before, "Ah, that's right! Where's Chongyan?!"

He found himself sleeping on the recliner in good condition, and the screams of people's panic before had disappeared, and he didn't know if the man-eating monsters were under control.

And the most important thing is Chong Yan.

He left such a sentence and disappeared. There are so many monsters, can he beat them?

Ji Xiaopang pointed to the silver mask on Jiang Meng's head with his wings, and said, "Oh, Chong Yan left this and disappeared, you are trapped."

Jiang Meng sat up from the recliner with a grunt, trying to break through the mask, but tried several times to no avail.

"I feel that this cover is different from the previous cover." Jiang Meng's expression was serious, and the bad feeling in her heart was almost ready to come out: "The previous cover is definitely not so strong in resistance!"

"You're right—" Suddenly, Di Ting, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, descended from the sky, wearing a black robe behind her.

Jiang Meng immediately rushed over and knocked on the cover vigorously: "Di Ting! Can you let me out?"

Di Ting looked at him coldly, as if hesitating for a moment, then he raised his hand abruptly and grabbed Jiang Meng's direction with his five fingers.

I saw that silver cover gradually shrunk and faded, and finally turned into a silver soul bead blooming with cold light.

Jiang Meng was stunned. He stared blankly at the soul orb, and murmured in a low voice: "Chong Yan... used his soul orb to protect me? Then what should he do? Where is he?"

When Di Ting heard this, he became angry. He folded his arms, looked at Jiang Meng leisurely, and said lightly: "What are soul beads? Anyway, he doesn't need them now."

Use... can't use it anymore? !

Jiang Meng only felt a thunderbolt above his head, and his voice trembled so badly that he couldn't even make a sentence: "Chong Yan... is he dead?"

"Wooooow..." Jiang Meng's legs gave way and she sat on the ground, crying like an unweaned child.

This movement startled Di Ting, he took a step back, stared at Jiang Meng thoughtfully, and remained silent.

After nearly half an hour, Jiang Meng was almost crying. He stood up sobbingly, walked to Di Ting, raised his face and asked: "There are so many of those... Why don't you guys help him?"

Di Ting snorted, and said speechlessly: "That's a ten thousand-year-old ghost that has escaped from the Infernal Hell, and it can reproduce like bacteria. The whole hell is looking for him, how can it be possible that Zhong Yan is alone to deal with it?"

Jiang Meng blinked her big wet eyes, and suddenly became even more sad: "Woooooo, why is he still dead? Woooooo..."

Seeing that the faucet that had been turned off with great difficulty was about to erupt again, Di Ting finally realized that Jiang Meng had misunderstood what he had said: "Uh—that, you misunderstood, Chongyan is not dead."

Jiang Meng shut her mouth abruptly, but couldn't help crying and hiccupping, her small body was still trembling: "Well, he...he didn't die?"

"Well." Seeing that this little thing has a conscience, Di Ting didn't continue to circle around with Jiang Meng, and said calmly, "Chong Yan led the army to quell the turmoil, and those monsters have been sent back to the Infernal Hell."

Jiang Meng turned her head around, but still worried: "Then why do you say his soul orb is useless?"

It's all because of Di Ting's inappropriate words, which made him almost die of grief.

"I'm right. Now that Chong Yan has stepped down from his post as Ghost King and was struck half to death by several lightning bolts, he is now a fragile mortal." Di Ting said expressionlessly, with a faint tone in his tone. Panic.

The amount of information in front of him is huge, and Jiang Meng is like a little ant on a hot pot. He is already in chaos: "How could he become a mortal? What happened to those thunders?"

Di Ting hesitated for a while, not knowing whether to say it or not.

If Chongyan finds out that he was the one who told the secret... I'm afraid it will be bad!

Jiang Meng was completely impatient, and rushed forward and grabbed his sleeve: "Say it quickly!"

Di Ting looked at Jiang Meng's red eye circles, and had no choice but to compromise: "Your lifespan in Yangjian was exhausted when you fell into the sea that time, and from then until today, for fifteen days, it was Chongyan who used the damage to his soul orb as an act of desperation." It came at a price. And now, you don’t have to worry about your lifespan anymore, because Chongyan traded his ghost king position and the underworld for your long life... Tsk, that guy thinks he’s acting in an idol drama!"

Jiang Meng's heart was shocked, and her speech was a little awkward: "Then...then why was he struck by lightning?"

Di Ting paused for a moment, with an indisputable resentment on his face: "The idiot was struck by lightning!"

Jiang Meng was a little unhappy when he heard this person say bad things about Chong Yan, and he glared at Di Ting angrily, even more fierce than him: "Who do you say is a fool?!"

Di Ting glared at him, and continued: "It's not because of you, this is a punishment against the destiny!"

"Doudou——" Qiu Zhe rushed in from outside the hot spring, and when he saw that Jiang Meng was fine, he supported his knees and began to pant: "It's a good thing you're fine, you don't even know how terrifying the scene just now is! It's like a zombie siege Already!"

As soon as Jiang Meng saw Qiu Zhe, the grievances in his heart immediately began to overflow. He rushed to Qiu Zhe, crying and repeating to Qiu Zhe what Di Ting told him: "Wuwuwu Chongyan will not be a ghost king from now on. How could he do this for me?"

Qiu Zhe was also a little shocked when he heard it, but soon he laughed and wiped away Jiang Meng's tears: "That's because he loves you."

Jiang Meng pursed her lips and looked at Di Ting helplessly: "Then you...then can you take me to see him?"

Just as Di Ting was about to tell Chong Yan that he would not see anyone within ten days, black coal balls suddenly flew over from a distance and landed beside Jiang Meng: "Let's go, I'll take you there."

A gentle smile appeared on Qiu Zhe's face, he touched the neck feathers of Hei Liqiu, and warned, "Pay attention to the safety of you and Doudou."

The black coal ball said "hmm", spread its wings and lifted Jiang Meng up, and gave Di Ting a bad look before leaving.

Di Ting: "..."

Different from the warmth and comfort inside the hot springs, the weather outside was extremely bad at this time, the sky was covered with heavy clouds, and the muffled thunder "boomed" pierced the sky like an earth-shattering sound.

Strong winds, torrential rain, and the sound of thunder and lightning were deafening.

Jiang Meng lay on the back of the black briquette, shivering from the cold: "Chongyan...how is it now?"

Maybe it was because the surrounding voices were too loud, and the black coal ball didn't hear it at all. Jiang Meng pursed her lips and didn't continue to ask.

Flying in the wind and rain for nearly half an hour, it didn't stop until it flew out of the city and came to a wilderness.

Jiang Meng stood under the wings of the black briquettes to shelter from the rain, staring blankly at the man who was being tortured in the sky not far away——

Chongyan was drenched all over, his face was pale, and he remained silent amidst the thunder and calamity.

Jiang Meng's eyes turned red suddenly, he didn't know how to describe his feelings, he just felt that the thunder seemed to hit his heart, and the pain there seemed to be about to die.

"...Woo, can I replace him?" Jiang Meng looked helplessly at the black coal ball with red eyes.

Before the black coal ball could open his mouth, Di Ting followed him at some unknown time. He raised his eyes to look at Chong Yan, who was in a panic in mid-air, and a look of pain flashed in his eyes: "I can't replace you, and I can't hide from you. This is the price he has to pay." .”

Jiang Meng continued to shed tears, out of breath.

Di Ting couldn't bear to look at Chong Yan again, but looked at Jiang Meng with his arms folded, not knowing whether he was comforting Jiang Meng or himself: "Don't say goodbye like this, even if Chong Yan becomes a mortal, he is still very awesome. No."

Jiang Meng cried to his heart's content, and ignored him.

In fact, as Di Ting said, there was nothing serious about Chongyan, but when Jiang Meng rushed forward, her body swayed slightly, and her lips were a little pale: "Doudou."

Jiang Meng buried her face in Chong Yan's neck, wet the man's clothes carelessly, and called the man's name over and over again.

"Chongyan..."

"Ah."

"Chongyan..."

"I'm here."