[Quick Transmigration] Healing System

"Mr. Ander?" Miss Wendy, who was buried in the eggs into the washbasin, heard the sound of the wind chime on the door. After wiping her hands, she looked up and saw a black-haired oriental youth coming in from the door with an empty basket. There was a smile on his face that hadn't completely dissipated, "Did something good happen today?"

"Well, I've met the person I want to see." The young man rolled up his sleeves and tied the apron hanging behind the kitchen door around his body.

"Is it the Lord Osley you mentioned last time?" Miss Wendy looked at the light flowing in the young man's beautiful black eyes, and said, "Mr. Ender seems to have said that he moved here for him, right?"

The young man smiled and nodded, taking out the baked bread from the oven.

Miss Wendy had a good impression of this mysterious oriental youth, but at the same time she was very curious about him. After holding back for a while, she still couldn't help asking: "Why does Mr. Ander want to be friends with a vampire?"

It's not that she hates vampires either.

It should be said that vampires and humans are not opposed to each other here, but an agreement was made a long time ago that they will not interfere with each other.Vampires will not force humans to provide blood, and humans cannot harm vampires. This has been a subtle and harmonious way of getting along for hundreds of years.

Lord Osley is a rather timid vampire, which is the consensus of the villagers who live here.

He is obviously a vampire with 400 years of experience, but he looks no different from an ordinary human child.Except for the red eyes and pale complexion compared to normal humans, Osley did not inherit the genes that other vampires from his parents should have at all.

His appearance can't be compared with his father's playboy handsome appearance, it can only be called cute.

"Well...for example, because there are no vampires in the East?" The young man touched his earlobe shyly, "This is an idea that I have had a long time ago, and there is no special reason."

"A person as good as Mr. Ander will definitely be able to make friends with him as he wishes." Wendy nodded and said.

The automatic grinding machine in the kitchen is still crushing the freshly picked cocoa beans. The smell of rich chocolate and cream always makes people feel guilty about getting fat. The young man puts the last piece of bread in a leather bag and ends his work day. .When he walked to the counter, he stopped suddenly, bent down and stared at the three-layer cake on the bottom layer for a while, and then turned and left the bakery.

Li An is called Ander in this world.

Probably a casually fabricated identity, even the name is so random.

The plot of this world starts out in a silly, white and sweet direction, and the style of painting does not change until the emotional line develops to a certain stage.Prior to this, Osley, one of the protagonists of the original plot, only had two stars in his strategy, and he didn't need any skills to brush his favorability beyond the friend limit.

After all, he was still ten years old psychologically, which happened to be the age at which he was extremely convinced of creatures like angels.

Li An sat with his chin propped up by the pool in the west of the village, and the normally hidden wings on his back spread out like flowers blooming again, shining a moving white luster in the sun.

This kind of thing can only be used as a hanging ornament that can only be taken out when attending an important banquet, and it is just a heavy burden for him usually.

"Mr. Ander!" The boy came out of the grass out of breath, and looked at Li An happily with a pair of big round eyes on his delicate face, with a shy smile on his face, "I thought today You won't be coming."

Li An narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

The boy quickly ran to Li An's side, and skillfully picked up a brush made of soft material to press down the miscellaneous hairs on the wings. He stroked the holy white feather in front of him devoutly, with no concealment in his eyes reverence and adoration.

He combed it, and suddenly found a black spot that should not exist between the layers of wings.

Puzzled, the boy pushed aside the other white feathers that covered it, only to see that it was not a spot, but a sudden black feather.

"Mr. Ander, here is a black feather." Even so, the boy did not dare to pull out the black feather easily, so he had to ask the young man for his opinion in a low voice.

"Just pull it out," Li An said, "This situation is normal, and there will be new wings to fill the vacancy in the future."

The blackness in the angel's wings is because he is stained with sin.

This is how it is recorded in the book.

But sometimes this is not necessarily the case. For example, the wings of demons who lose their abilities will also turn white.

The more the ability is cut, the purer the color of the wings will be, but demons will not become angels because of this, on the contrary, this is a kind of degeneration for them. When the wings are as pure as angels, what they usher in is the real one. death.

Li An turned his head to look at the pair of huge wings behind him, and then at the black wings that the boy pulled out.

But now he can't say that black is his original color, and when the normal feathers are pulled out, he almost trembles with pain.

When he goes back, he must bury the black feather that was forced to die, and set up a monument to express his condolences.