[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

"...What's going on?" Zhou Mao asked, staring blankly at Paul's smiling face.

"I'm a vampire. Vampires can't die." Paul patted Zhou Mao's cheek: "Even if the heart is stabbed, the wound can heal quickly. This small injury is nothing."

He rubbed his chin: "A few days ago when I lived in France, it was just in time for the French Revolution. Since I was an aristocrat, I was not very popular, so I was sent to be beheaded as a matter of course." He laughed Said: "They cut off my head. I played dead on the guillotine. After a few days, I secretly took my head back and put it back on. It was as if the beheading had never happened."

Zhou Mao felt that there were too many slots in this passage and he had nowhere to vomit.He stared at Paul for a while and asked, "How old are you?"

"I don't know." Paul shrugged. "I will never die, and I don't know how many years have passed in such a daze."

Zhou Mao: "So, you won't starve to death?"

Paul: "I can't die of hunger. When the situation was tense more than 600 years ago, I hid in a cave for a long time. I only came out to look for food once in 10 years. Apart from dizziness and limp feet, I was fine."

Zhou Mao stood up and threw all of Paul's clothes on his head.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you couldn't die!" Zhou Mao said angrily, "Do you know how worried I am?!

"I know." Paul smiled and took off the clothes on his head: "I'm sorry."

He blinked: "But the way you were worried and carefully treated my wound just now is really cute."

Zhou Mao felt humiliated that he had been molested again.He picked up his briefcase and windbreaker: "I'm leaving. Goodbye."

"Wait." Paul grabbed Zhou Mao's wrist: "You don't monitor me anymore?"

Detective William's angry face instantly appeared in Zhou Mao's mind.He closed his eyes and sat back on the bed helplessly: "Surveillance."

Paul smiled. He stretched out his hand and touched Zhou Mao's head, and said gently: "I'm sorry, Mao Mao. I should have told you earlier. I'm a vampire who can't die no matter what. You don't have to worry about my safety anymore gone."

Zhou Mao looked at Paul silently, and asked, "You really can't die anyway?"

Paul: "I can't die. I can't get sick. I can't die from being hacked, gun||shot, flooded, or burned."

Zhou Mao: "...have you tried all these ways of death?"

Paul: "I tried it." He said lightly: "After living for too long, everything in this world becomes boring, and you will think about what it feels like to die. But when you find that you can't die anyway, you will Decided to live a boring life like this."

"But it's not so miserable." Paul saw Zhou Mao's expression became a little sad, and quickly explained: "It's also very interesting to watch the change of dynasties and social changes."

Zhou Mao nodded slightly, and said: "When I was a child, I read a picture book called The Cat That Lived 100 Million Times. The protagonist is a tabby cat. He has experienced many owners, and he keeps dying and living again. come over."

"I think you look a little like him."

Paul looked at Zhou Mao tenderly, and then deliberately made a disdainful expression: "I am like a cat? I am a noble vampire, how can I be like that lowly animal."

"Inferior animals?" Zhou Mao was a little confused: "But the cat is so cute! It's fluffy, warm, and will snore in your arms..."

Paul touched Zhou Mao's head again: "Do you like cats?"

Zhou Mao nodded: "I like it, I want to raise one by myself even in my dreams."

"That's right," Paul said, "but in this city, you might be disappointed. This is a city without cats."

Zhou Mao: "A city without cats?"

Paul: "Yes, there are no cats. Ten years ago, after a black cat bit the throat of the mayor's young only daughter, the mayor ordered all cats in the city to be killed."

"After that, whoever wants to keep a cat will kill the cat immediately after discovering it, and will be fined [-] pounds. Since then, there have been no cats in this city."

Zhou Mao suddenly remembered the little girl who asked him what a cat was the day before yesterday. "No wonder," he murmured.

Paul seemed to want to say something, but his body suddenly shook.He supported his head with his hands.Zhou Mao hurried forward to support him.

"There's still a lot of bleeding." Paul smiled wryly, "I'm dizzy."

He took Zhou Mao's hand that was holding him, put it to his lips and stroked it.

"You smell so nice, Maomao." Paul whispered, "It smells like fresh blood."

He raised his head and looked into Zhou Mao's eyes: "Give me some more blood. Just a little will do."

Looking at Paul's pleading eyes, Zhou Mao couldn't help softening his heart.He sat next to Paul and opened his collar slightly.

"It's settled, just a little." Zhou Mao said.

If you only suck a little blood, your body should have no reaction.he thinks.

The corners of Paul's mouth curled up, and he nodded. He hugged Zhou Mao, rubbed his back gently, and then pierced his teeth into the wound on the back of his neck.

A subtle feeling wandered through Zhou Mao's body again, but it was not as intense as last time.Zhou Mao hung his hands on both sides of his body, allowing Paul to lick||lick||suck|||suck his own blood.

But soon, that anxious feeling invaded Zhou Mao's body again.Zhou Mao felt bad. He said "enough" and wanted to push Paul away, but he hugged him tightly, without any intention of stopping.

Zhou Mao felt as if he was on fire, and that part began to raise his head quietly.

There was only one thing I shouldn't have believed in him in the first place.Zhou Mao thought desperately.

"Let me go." He ordered Paul, but when the voice came out of his mouth, it was like a soft begging.

However, Paul followed Zhou Mao's order and let him go.With a gluttonous expression, Paul looked at the person in front of him.

Zhou Mao's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were foggy, staring at him with some complaints. "Did you plan to do this kind of thing in the first place before you said you would drink blood?" he asked.

Paul smiled slightly, held Zhou Mao in his arms, and kissed Zhou Mao's lips. "I want your blood, and I want you," he said. "There is no contradiction."

Zhou Mao struggled feebly, which was just to add interest to Paul.He quickly took off Zhou Mao's shirt and pants, pressed him on the bed, and kissed him deeply again.

It's over, it's over, it's over.Zhou Mao shouted in his heart, this time he couldn't escape.

But at the same time, I still have important tasks to complete.Zhou Mao thought.

"Narration." Zhou Mao called for the narration in his mind.

"What are you doing?" The narrator responded: "You don't enjoy your family||life||life, what do you ask me to do?"

Zhou Mao: "Read the narration."

Narrator: "... what?"

Zhou Mao: "Let you read the narration. Isn't this your job?"

The voice of the narrator was inconceivable: "Are you crazy? You didn't care if I didn't read it before, let me read it now?"

Zhou Mao: "If you want to read it, you can read it."

Narrator: "I don't read it. It's too shameful to say h to describe it."

Zhou Mao: "... You are ashamed to read it, but Zhou Mo is not ashamed to write it?"

Narrator: "Then go find Zhou Mo! Don't embarrass me!"

Zhou Mao: "To embarrass you and embarrass Zhou Mo mean the same thing!"

Narrator: "Then I don't read it either!"

Zhou Mao sneered: "You don't read it, right? If you don't read it, I'll go and insert the chrysanthemums of all the men in this city tomorrow morning. From an 80-year-old man down to a 3-year-old...18-year-old adult man. Blind you eyes."

Narrator: "...why do you spoil yourself so much..."

Zhou Mao: "Do you want to read?"

Narrator: "I read it, let me read it!"

Paul seemed to notice Zhou Mao's absent-mindedness, and gently squeezed his lower body: "What are you thinking?"

Zhou Mao's place was already in pain, but when he pinched it, tears were about to flow out: "I didn't think about anything."

Narrator: "...Paul stroking and stroking and rubbing. Tom groaning and swollen and white..." (In order not to be locked, readers and friends are asked to imagine the content in their mouths. By the author)

Zhou Mao: "... Momo's original text is so amazing?!"

However, before he finished complaining, Paul did a narration description to him.

Narcot: "mouth mouth mouth entrance, mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth, mouth -mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth, mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth, mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth ……”

Zhou Mao【Changed! 】

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In the flat and stiff voice of the narrator, Zhou Mao didn't know how many times he went there.

When he regained his consciousness a little bit, he was carried into the bathroom by Paul.Paul held Zhou Mao's shoulders and gently wiped his body with a towel.

"You're awake." Seeing Zhou Mao open his eyes, Paul said softly.

Zhou Mao nodded, trying to stand up, but his body was sore.He snorted and fell into Paul's arms again.

Paul kissed Zhou Mao's forehead dotingly, and said in a low voice: "Don't move." He continued to wipe Zhou Mao clean carefully.

"It's so embarrassing to me." The voice of the narrator sounded in Zhou Mao's mind: "It's too embarrassing to read Xiaohuang ||. I will never...I must tell Zhou Mo not to write again."

Zhou Mao secretly smiled, narrating this reaction, his goal has been achieved.

Paul wiped Zhou Mao clean, and carried him back to his bed.He covered Zhou Mao with the quilt, and patted Zhou Mao's cheek: "You are tired. Go to sleep."

"I can't sleep." Zhou Mao shook his head and sat up with difficulty. "If I sleep, if there is another murder case without footprints, it will not prove your innocence."

Zhou Mao's expression was obviously exhausted, and his shoulders and arms exposed from the quilt still bore countless traces of joy||love.Paul saw it. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted Zhou Mao's head.

"It's impossible for you to stay awake all the time." Paul said helplessly.

"That's all right." He picked up Zhou Mao's briefcase, took out handcuffs from it, handcuffed Zhou Mao's wrist with one hand, and handcuffed himself with the other hand. "That way I won't be able to leave while you're sleeping."

Watching Paul's actions, Zhou Mao felt a little touched for some reason.

"Thank you," he said softly.

"You're welcome," Paul replied.He also got into the quilt, wrapped his hands around Zhou Mao's waist, and let Zhou Mao's back lean against his arms. "Go to sleep."

"En." Zhou Mao responded and closed his eyes.

Paul extinguished the kerosene lamp by the bed.

In the darkness, Paul was silent for a while, and asked Zhou Mao in a low voice: "Maomao, do you still remember the story about the cat that lived a million times?"

"I remember." Zhou Mao replied sleepily.

"What happened to the cat?"

"Well...he died in the end." Zhou Mao said in a daze. "He fell in love with a white cat and spent his life with her. After the white cat died of old age, the cat that lived a million times cried bitterly for a long time and died too."

"That's right." Paul murmured.He gently kissed the tooth marks on the back of Zhou Mao's neck.

"good night."

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