Kill one protagonist in one day [Quick Transmigration]

After finding out in the secret room that she couldn't leave, Mo Jiu soon discovered the reason.A stone ring was firmly worn on his right middle finger at some point.

This is exactly the one held tightly in the hands of the ancestor of the blood race in the black coffin.According to the scan in 1748, only the middle finger with the ring on his body reacted abnormally.

But what is embarrassing is that this ring fits firmly with his middle finger, no matter what method Mo Jiu uses, he cannot take it off.Mo Jiu frowned and wanted to cut off the middle finger, but whenever he tried to make a move, the stone ring would automatically create a translucent shield to completely block the attack.

After knowing that this ring can't be dealt with for the time being.Mo Jiu resolutely applied to 1748 for the blade of judgment, walked up to the ancestor of the blood clan who was still under control, and stabbed directly at the forehead with the knife.

After knowing that there is still a terrifying person with infinite strength in this world who has been in contact with him.Mo Jiu immediately thought of this powerful ancestor of the blood clan.However, the result disappointed him.The blade of judgment passed through the head of the black-haired vampire, but it was like a phantom, causing him no harm.On the contrary, the black-haired vampire seized every opportunity and turned his head, almost licking Mo Jiu's wrist.

1748 also breathed a sigh of relief seeing this situation, and explained that the blade of judgment only works on three kinds of people: the protagonist of the plot world, the actor, and the destroyer.The occurrence of this situation proves that the ancestor of the blood race does not belong to any identity.

This is also good news for them.If you were to face a powerful actor in this kind of secret room, Mo Jiu would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.After all, he is not strong enough.

However, after being forced to stay in this plot world, problems arose one after another.The most urgent thing is how to leave this secret room suspended in darkness.

After Mo Jiu used the power of the stars to suppress the ancestor of the blood clan in the coffin, what he saw when he opened the door was still a pitch-black nothingness.

When Mo Jiu used the power of the stars to control the ancestor of the blood clan and took him to the door, what he saw when he opened the door was a normal stone staircase.

Mo Jiu: ...

During this process, 1748 sent the complete instruction on how to use the stars to Mo Jiu's mind. There are a total of five major categories and twenty subcategories of functions.Among them, Mo Jiu has precisely found a method that is suitable for the present.After restraining the ancestor of the blood race with the power of the stars, Mo Jiu led him out of the secret room.

However, the real problem quietly surfaced after this.

When having breakfast today, when the black-haired vampire played with a fork for the fifth time and caused food to fall on his body, even if he was as calm as Mo Jiu, he couldn't help helping his forehead.Originally, the ancestor of the blood race could be a perfect (?) thug by virtue of his physical fitness far beyond others, but he only wanted to be a child.

Then it was time for the ancestor of the blood clan who was covered in sauce to take a bath, but for Mo Jiu, a new nightmare began.Only when facing Mo Jiu, the strength of the ancestor of the blood clan will be limited, and it will become a disaster for others.Think about it, a big kid with strong skills, a strong physique, a height of 1.8 meters [-], and eight-pack abs...

The child is still reluctant to take a bath, which is really annoying.

When Winton was thrown out of the door for the eighth time in a state of embarrassment, Mo Jiu finally sternly stopped the nonsense.It wasn't until he forced the black-haired blood into the bathtub with his cold eyes that Mo Jiu understood a truth - as long as he was not in the bathroom, he couldn't take a bath.

"do not move."

Mo Jiu ordered concisely.Throw a towel over the ancestor's head and let him wipe it himself.Immediately afterwards, Mo Jiu skillfully shook off the large bath towel, passed it under the black-haired blood man's arms, and wrapped it tightly around his body.At this time, the two of them were in a similar position to embrace each other, but one had a cold expression on his face, while the other looked blankly, without any warm atmosphere.

Just as Mo Jiu was moving, a fluffy head suddenly leaned against his neck, steaming hot, rubbing it very close and intimately.And Mo Jiu turned a blind eye to this. After wrapping up the towel with a cold face, he pushed away the black-haired vampire who was stubbornly rubbing against his neck, trying to suck blood.With cold eyebrows, one look fixed him in place.

Mo Jiu doesn't like physical contact, but he has a slightly higher tolerance for the ancestor of the blood clan in this state.If the sanity of the ancestor of the blood race is normal, the relationship between the two will definitely change.But now facing the black-haired vampire with only instinct left, Mo Jiu actually didn't treat him as a human being.

If your dog dawdles for petting after washing, you won't be disgusted.

"Knock down."

There was a light knock on the door, which was Winton's signal that the time for the dinner party was coming.Watching the black-haired vampire leave the bathroom with his eyes, Mo Jiu stood aside, watching Winton skillfully put on a dress for him.Under Mo Jiu's sharp gaze, the ancestor of the blood race did not dare to make trouble.It's just that after putting it on, he stood on the spot with his feet, but his head was dodged back, trying to avoid the silver metal mask in Winton's hand.

During this time, Mo Jiu had tidied herself up neatly.After fastening his bow tie, he looked at the two people who were still at a stalemate, and walked over.Taking the mask from Winton, Mo Jiu stared casually at the black-haired vampire with slightly raised eyebrows.

"good."

After hearing this, the ancestor of the blood clan pursed his lips, still somewhat reluctant.But he stood where he was, obediently asking Mo Jiu to put on the mask for him.The silver metal mask was very simple, covering the upper half of the black-haired vampire's face.Not many people know the true face of the ancestor of the blood race, and human blood servants like Wenton are not qualified to come into contact with them anyway.

But as the Grand Duke of the Korpas family, Norman is a member who is entitled to know.Originally, according to Mo Jiu's idea, the ancestor of the blood clan had better stay in the room obediently, and it would be safest not to attend today's dinner party.But perhaps because of the blood-sucking obsession and the attraction of the blood, the black-haired vampire never leaves Mo Jiu's side, even if he is reprimanded, he just looks dazed and obedient.But he persisted.

On the long dining table covered with clean white tablecloths, there are all kinds of delicacies, which look very rich and luxurious.But only three people participated in this dinner.Norman's movements are graceful and charming, and there is no sound in the movement of the knife and fork.From time to time, he picked up the glass half filled with bright red liquid and took a sip.

There are thousands of blood servants in the Castle of Blood, and the blood produced is naturally high-quality.Norman, who was drinking blood, narrowed his eyes slightly, the dark green eyes were extremely satisfied, and there was a hint of seduction.However, when he glanced at the main seat with hints, he almost lost his eyes in shock.

The prince, who is still charming and has a halo of beauty, didn't eat anything serious during the whole dinner.But even so, the prince's few movements are as standard and elegant as planned.Especially compared to the somewhat messy black-haired masked vampire sitting next to him, the gap was even more obvious.

But Norman, who was keen to observe, found that the noble prince's attitude towards this black-haired blood was not normal.When the black-haired blood failed to fork the food he wanted for the third time, the prince seemed to sigh.Then Norman watched helplessly as Mo Jiu forked the sausage to the black-haired vampire.He frowned while moving, but there was a bit of connivance in his expression.

'Keng. '

The sound of the knife tapping on the porcelain plate was harsh.When he received Mo Jiu's casual gaze, Norman calmly put down the knife and fork, and raised the crystal wine glass that was placed aside.He smiled slightly, hiding his gaffe.

"This cup is to celebrate your return to the mainland."

The dark red blood was rippling in the crystal cup, reflecting sparkling light red light and shadow on the transparent cup wall.Although the blood race can eat normal food, it's just for show and taste.Only blood can truly meet their needs and provide the energy they need.

For the blood race, ischemia is far more terrifying than being irradiated by the holy light.After a certain period of time, blood groups with long-term ischemia will age rapidly, with loose skin and full of wrinkles.They will fall into extreme weakness, and finally die in a skeletal posture.For the Yangou Blood Race, such a death is simply the greatest shame.

No blood race of any level can get rid of the dependence on blood, but the powerful blood race can last longer.The cheating traits of the blood prince made Mo Jiu not interested in other people's blood. According to the rough calculation of the plot, it has been 500 years since the last time he sucked blood.

This is a dangerous tipping point.

Mo Jiu put down the tableware, raised his glass elegantly to Norman across the dining table, and then drank the liquid in one gulp.

If this world can't be ended soon, find a way to leave.He probably has only one choice.

Mo Jiu glanced at the black-haired vampire sitting next to him calmly, but watched his uninterested fork poke the dishes on his plate.He didn't have any interest in the blood-filled crystal cup that was close at hand, but instead showed a bit of disgust when he smelled the smell.

Naturally, the liquid Mo Jiu drank would not be the blood that made his stomach sick, but a specially prepared red grape juice.The conscientious butler Winton wanted to replace it with red wine of a similar color, but Mo Jiu looked at him with a profound meaning.

……

"I don't know if it's a little presumptuous."

Norman finally turned his gaze to the black-haired vampire sitting aside, and said tentatively.

"The person who can sit next to the prince must have a noble status, but I don't seem to have seen this lord in the portrait..."

However, the black-haired vampire turned a deaf ear to his words.After taking a few mouthfuls of food, he continued to focus his blunt and straightforward gaze on Mo Jiu - the coordinates, the looming slender neck under the collar.

It was also thanks to Mo Jiu that he remained calm under such fiery glances.

"Winle."

"That's his name."

Mo Jiu didn't answer the question and said.

He stood up, and when Wen Er saw his move, he immediately left his seat and followed Mo Jiu closely.Norman knew that he was about to start talking about serious business, so he left the table gracefully.But when the three of them walked into the hall, Mo Jiu stopped suddenly, turned around to face Norman, and said with a half-smile:

"It's getting late, let's end today's dinner."

Meow meow meow?

Norman was a little dumbfounded.

He couldn't help but glance out the French windows, where the moon had just climbed over the treetops.The moon is still hanging in the sky, you tell me it's late? !I didn't expect that it was a dinner, but it was really just a meal!Knowing that Mo Jiu's words had the meaning of chasing a guest, Norman smiled sarcastically and opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say.In the end, he could only maintain an elegant posture, and left depressedly.

Mo Jiu breathed a sigh of relief after Norman left the range of the Blood Castle.Looking closely, his complexion was even a little paler than usual, with fine cold sweat oozing from his forehead.He glanced at Winton who was standing aside, and wanted to say something.

But before he could make a sound, Mo Jiu's eyes suddenly went dark.1748's exclamation sounded in his ear, but he couldn't hear it clearly.Before fainting, Mo Jiu didn't notice something, and suddenly looked in the direction of the ancestor of the blood clan.But his eyes suddenly crashed into a pair of cold ice blue pupils.

The blankness in the black-haired blood man's eyes faded away, and he looked down at him coldly.And Mo Jiu couldn't control it in the end, and passed out.