No more kissing, she can just go to sleep, okay?

What's outrageous is that Ji Yan's incessant nagging wakes Shen Jiao from every deep sleep.

"Was your calf injured by that bald monk? Go back and chop off all four of his legs. If you're still a coward, I'll chop off your other leg."

"With so much blood lost, no wonder he's become as thin as a kite. Even if all the people in the manor died, it wouldn't be enough to compensate for it."

"My knees are swollen like buns."

Shen Jiao lay slumped in the tyrant's arms, letting Ji Yan pull open her clothes to check her injuries. Anyway, it wasn't like she hadn't seen them before; she was already indifferent to it.

The injury to his calf was the most serious. It had been soaked in water that day, and he had only used some very ordinary medicine, so it was healing slowly. During the escape, the wound was torn open, and then the bald monk kicked him hard, making the scene truly horrific.

The skirt and flesh had long since congealed together, and despite the tyrant's careful movements, fresh blood continued to flow out.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Shen Jiao felt that Ji Yan's emotions were very strange. His face was gloomy, and when he touched the warm blood, he suddenly became somewhat uncontrollable.

“If you go back, kill me. I will use my last breath to kill you. If we die together, no one will be able to hurt you, not even me.”

Shen Jiao: "..."

This sounds strangely romantic, but she barely escaped death, so it would be a real loss for her to die again.

She has become adept at dealing with this problem.

Feeling utterly exhausted, Shen Jiao leaned on the tyrant's shoulder and asked, "Why do we have to wait to go back?"

I'm quite curious.

After all, according to the previous accounts, this guy would definitely make her kill the king with her bare hands now.