[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

What should come will always come!

That day, Mo Yu was reading the evening news of that day in Wamir's living room, when there was a loud bang, the door was kicked open by Qi Ran in suits and leather shoes.

The blue eyes on the bed were facing the sharp look of the young man. The traverser made a fuss and put down the newspaper to watch around, but his gaze made the two eyes that were supposed to be fighting each other feel as if they were caught by a huge stone. The black magnet attracted General, one cold, one hot looking towards him.

The focus was re-shifted in an instant, and Mo Yu's thoughts moved, he subconsciously closed his eyes, silently restored the newspaper in his hand to its original state, and even blocked it upwards, doing things that had nothing to do with him.

On the front page of the newspaper is a photo of a woman with a sluggish expression. Right above her is a large piece of gloomy and verdant mountains and forests. It may be because of the black and white tones and the serial murder headlines. The ordinary path is ugly and depressing. Standing up, Mo Yu lowered his head and compared that scene with the same gloomy expressions of the two opposite people, unexpectedly feeling that they were comparable.

The area of ​​this house is frighteningly large in Waihai City, where every inch of land is precious, and there is no need to hide in a small bedroom when you get angry, so the position was moved to the hall, but because of the tacit understanding of the living facilities between each other, it is easy to So I staggered the mirror, didn't go to sit on the sofa, but arranged the place of conversation in front of the small bay window on the west side.

There is only one small table for the purpose of entry, and there are soft seats for one person on the left and right sides. At a glance, you can tell that it is for people who gossip and drink tea.

It was Qi Ran who took the seat first, and he took one for himself, and there was one left. It was self-evident to whom it was reserved for, but Mo Yu didn't care about Qi Ran's small thoughts. The Lord sat down beside the young man. Wamir watched on coldly, without even frowning. He didn't seem to care about Qi Ran's small stomach. He turned back and used the bedroom to go to bed. The step stool was moved out.

The little vampire just sat curled up beside Mo Yu. Even though he was shorter than the height of the two of them, he still looked contented, leaning his little head with soft blond hair on it. On Mo Yu's knees, at an angle invisible to the traveler, there was a cold light in those azure eyes, and the aggressive eyes slowly rolled around Qi Ran's neck.

Even domestic dogs are sharp-toothed dogs.

***

The air cooled down in an instant, and Mo Yu finally realized that he was very important. He intentionally eased the atmosphere, and asked Qi Ran, "I haven't seen you for two days, what are you up to?"

"Business matters," Qi Ran replied politely, and seemed to be worried that Mo Yu would blame him for being perfunctory, so he added, "I found a few people who were cheating, and they are busy cleaning up the house."

"Oh." Mo Yu said that he didn't ask any more questions after he knew about it. He was absolutely not Wamir, and he would not choose to avoid his own nature and threats. Now that he said he was busy, it could only mean that he really had to is busy.

"But it won't happen in the future. The matter has come to an end, and I will have time to accompany you in the future," Qi Ran said with a smile on his face. After seeing each other for two days, the iconic thin mark on his eyebrows has a tendency to ease , and asked with a soft expression, "Have you thought about where to go, sir?"

It's very strange, although Qi Ran said these words to Mo Yu, but his eyes never left Wamir for a moment, in Qi Ran's view, the tired look of the little vampire pretending to be intimate is really disgusting to the eyes, The young man's gaze sank, what should I do, I really want to chop off that beast's neck!

But having said that, it goes without saying that Qi Ran cares about Mo Yu. After years of absence, he still has to leave someone behind to do a personal job, so it must not be an ordinary trivial matter.

During this special period, although Qi Ran cut off Wamir's external contact, there was no need to restrict Mo Yu. With the proton of the little vampire in his hands, he certainly did not recommend at least appearing magnanimous on the surface.

Just talking about the moment, just looking at the whole body's style, if you didn't suddenly know about Wamir's kiss and delete the page about kicking the door, you would have put on a calm and elegant figure.

But in fact, Qi Ran is not the only one who also pays attention to superficial skills. Mo Yu still has a slightly polite smile on his face during the listening process. He is gentle and elegant, which makes people feel very comfortable. But at the inconspicuous knees and skulls, he was secretly exerting strength, and he pushed against Wamir's chest, which was leaning against him, making it impossible for the little vampire to take advantage of the opportunity to wrap around his upper body.

Under the twilight of whitewashing the peace, the three of them had their own thoughts, but obviously, everyone was very upset. The person involved, Mo Yu, sorted out Wamir's academic achievements in the past few days, and finally decided to expose the situation himself. Layer window paper.

Pulling up the little vampire on the low stool, Mo Yu faced Qi Ran and explained, "Qi Ran, there are many misunderstandings between you and Wamir, first of all, he never forced me, so there is no need for your help." Punishment, secondly, I have experienced a lot with him, even more than when we were together, in my opinion, you should also be partners."

"Partner?" This is a serious voice, and the two parties have reached a consensus on this issue under the circumstances that they are not pleasing to each other.

Qi Ran's mental activity, when did I drop to this hot dog level?Indifferent face jpg.

Wamir's mental activity, when did I drop to this level of vain?Indifferent face jpg.

Mo Yu's mental activities, when did I fall into this kind of crap?jpg(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

In short, nostalgic words can't be said, the smell of gunpowder is full, and beside Mo Yu, the two people who also know how to make money start to fight each other.

Qi Ran and Wamir looked away from each other as usual, but the shadow of sword, light and sword hidden in the dark couldn't be stopped. Wamir still stayed by Mo Yu's side, and he smiled at Qi Ran generously, " I have troubled you for the past two days, but I don't think there is any need to stay here all the time, after all, we haven't known each other for too long."

Indeed, in terms of time, no one can compare with vampires. The provocation in these words is obvious, but if you get to the bottom of it, there will be a drama in the past and present. Wink.

But this time, the always obedient little vampire deliberately pretended to be stupid. He looked at Mo Yu with sparkling eyes, and raised his lips and asked, "Are you right, master?"

Mo Yu: "..."

The current atmosphere seemed very awkward for a while.

The time traveler can't react, when did Wamir start to take a good bite? Could it be that the gentleness, companionship, little dependence, and evolution of independent personality these days are all fake?

Qi Ran's eyes on one side moved slightly, he tasted the title, raised his long eyebrows slightly, and responded, "It's really not too long, and we only officially decided to be together after knowing each other for a year. "It's not like you, who have been together day and night for so long, but haven't been touched by budding yet.

He has seen the video of Wamir being forced to shoot. He knows the method of Mo Yu's transfer/teaching bed partner. Wamir's reaction is quite different from his guess. Of course, he will not think that Mo Yu will be the next one. That, it is easy to deduce the fact that Wamir has not been enjoyed by men.

Qi Ran had figured out that Wamir was concerned about this matter, and the tone of memory was full of affection after personal experience. The young man added to Wamir seriously, "Besides, I should take care of you, a misunderstanding Just hurt you like this, how can I rest assured that you stay by my husband's side?"

You are so vulnerable even when you act like this, are you worthy of robbing me of a man?

Sitting between the two of them, Mo Yu could only feel bruises on his forehead and a splitting headache. Even if he was a fool, he should have realized that he had already fallen into a drama of jealousy.

Wamir's voice was cool, and he seemed a little lonely. He sighed silently, "I didn't expect that you and the master have such a good relationship."

Qi Ran accepted it as a matter of course, "That's natural."

The little vampire's blue eyes were full of sincerity, "Fortunately, you told me, the master didn't even mention you before."

Qi Ran: "..."

***

As the dusk receded and the moon rose, Mo Yu didn't miss the battlefield. He stood up as if he had been pardoned, "Sleep if you should sleep, and eat if you should eat."

Wamir stood behind the traverser and gritted his teeth. After this exchange, although the resentment between each other became heavier, it was also a little bit of a foundation. Without the blindness of the first meeting, it cannot be regarded as fruitless.

The young man is indeed interesting, but in terms of personal ability, I am the better one after all. I am a mere ant. My master will treat him differently. Then Wamir turned his gaze to Mo Yu's face again, and heard Mo Yu's farewell voice Said, "You rest early, you have worked hard recently."

This could be a very common courtesy, but as the tone ended, Mo Yu naturally touched the thin scars on Qi Ran's face, "It's much better." He said.

Wait, Wamir is distracted, Mo Yu actually really cares about Qi Ran, and the little vampire said that he is not calm anymore.

And Qi Ran felt at ease because of Mo Yu's touch. Yes, Wamir is indeed exquisite in appearance and strong in strength, but it is far from being lingering on the couch and worldly. He just felt happy when he heard Mo Yu again. Yu then asked, "I'm not here anymore, so you don't want to use a knife anymore."

He was going to leave after all, leaving Qiran first, and then staying with Wamir.

Both sides had their own thoughts, and as for the weakness revealed by the comparison, Wamir naturally recorded it in the small notebook in his heart, but Qi Ran was much more generous. He responded to Mo Yu with a reassuring smile, as if acquiescing , replied simply, "Okay."

The young man stared at Mo Yu's pale face with clear eyes, and he added to those black pupils, "Even if there is no scar, I will remember you, and I will never forget you in my life."

Mo Yu was captured by a special feeling, and then he heard Qi Ran continue to say in an obscure tone, "I'm so happy that you're finally back, but even if you leave, I won't forget you, Just as I can't forget him."

Qi Ran stared at Mo Yu, the tenderness in his eyes was no longer there, and his expression was a little cold, he said frankly to Mo Yu, "I remember his face, I remember it before I met Mr."

It was really a young and handsome face, so beautiful that it was really enviable.

Mo Yu's expression froze for a moment, what does it mean before we met? Didn't Qi Ran get to know Wamir because of his own reasons?

Then, Qi Ran smiled, and that smile was as clear and clean as a child's. He confessed to the little vampire's advantages, "Vamir is very beautiful, she has always been beautiful."

The human's gentle palm was attached to Mo Yu's chest, and he leaned in front of Mo Yu with an ambiguous posture, and asked, "Do vampires have a heart?"

For the traveler, this was a very strange feeling, because although Qi Ran was close to him, Mo Yu knew that Qi Ran was actually asking Wamir.

It may be out of disdain or disregard for the questioner, but Qi Ran did not wait for any answer.

In the silence, the young man bent his body intentionally or unintentionally, creating the illusion of intimacy like a bird cuddling with a person, accompanied by a burst of delicate kisses, his lips moved all the way down, brushing the flat surface of the suit, and his eyes were in perfect harmony. Kneeling down, biting the metal belt around Mo Yu's waist with her teeth, there was a desperate, hot desire in that movement.

"What are you in love with?" Mo Yu's face darkened, he vaguely realized that the matter was not that simple, but he lost the patience to accommodate, so he pulled hard with his right hand, trying to pull Qi Ran away from him by the hair of the person in front of him. waist span.

But this time, Qi Ran didn't speak any more, he seemed to be tired of this kind of quick-talking disputes, or those scoundrels who tried to be convincing, this time, he just endured the pain of being pulled by his hair, slightly looked up.

At that moment, Qi Ran's figure and Wamir's were mixed together, it was the dust in a certain memory corner ten years ago, it was the scene before Mo Yu and others moved to the wilderness.On a night filled with a little bit of peach, Wamir knelt down on his knees and became a slave under the dominance of that woman.

But it doesn't seem to be all, because there was struggling into the voice of a child soaked in crying, passing through the torn illusory clouds, and growing up in an instant.

Mo Yu fell into a trance memory, how old was Qi Ran that year, 17 years old?No, only seven years old!And how old was Wamir that year, what answered his question was the silent moonlight outside the window, the vampire was frozen in the eternal years, no longer caring about the age.

A bold idea flooded into the traveler's mind, but it wasn't even a thought, at most it was just an abstract concept. Through the thick curtain of history, Mo Yu still didn't know what it was. It's just that there is already compassion in my heart.

Qi Ran's previous defense came from deep in my memory, but the feeling was completely different, "Sir, do you think being bad is a sin... I don't think so, those who are guilty are the ones who make me bad. "

The guilty ones?Those people who participated in Qi Ran's life before him?Those who will become like this?

Without deduction, without reason, and without any hesitation, Mo Yu looked at Wamir!

***

If one day, the vampires of this world were allowed to offer a bouquet of memorials to their lost souls, what would Vamir give?

Send the light of dawn, the night of mutation, or the gallows on the altar?A pair of blue eyes, pale love, or a coffin from the cemetery?

Mo Yu looked at Wamir, as if she was looking through him, seeing the coming and going of cold and summer, the three thousand years in the world, looking at the sword inlaid with silver French, which suddenly split the wandering souls on the cemetery, and returned to the lonely for eternity the silence.

It was originally the most abstract question, but at this moment, it seems to be soaked in blood, lingering in the mind of the traveler, lingering, lingering for a long time.

And these deliberate repetitions constantly remind those truths that are almost forgotten by heart. Originally, in Qiran's narrow atrium, it is possible to live in a soul with feelings as vast as mountains, rivers, and seas.

No one is born knowing how to hate, but hatred is a very easy skill to learn. Seeing blood overnight, peeking at the faces of two people, sleeping for three years, sleeping dreams stained with blood, sitting and watching the four directions, waiting for five years, and then watching six or seven or eight The moon, the autumn leaves wither, the west wind howling, the solitary shadow wandering, the sky is long, the cross is embedded, the so-called heart knot is continuous and painful, but that's all.

Finally, I know, Mo Yu's eyes darken, what does Wamir need to pay homage to, at the beginning of the story, there is already a fateful knot, where the last secret sealed in the depths of memory is hidden. Mercy, where it doesn't belong to vampires, where human affection.

In the heart of the blond-haired blood clan, there is really still a treasure worth moving, and that is his own shadow.

Before the gallows at 17, in the cathedral, the fair-haired knight knelt on his knees, watching honor and shadow mingle... no, before that, in the family arena, the young boy took The sword in the patriarch's hand, watching everything about him being distorted into a thin and long shadow... No, we still have to move forward!

There is his beginning, there stands a really helpless and fragile child, there is only his remaining emotion and kindness, there is not even Mo Yu.

There is only a kindness that hides fierceness, and a self-pity that is not enough to tell outsiders.

That was the scene when his mother died, and that was the first time in his life that he personally experienced the despair and being abandoned!

Finally remembered, the words from the past came through the fog of memory accompanied by emotional whimpers, and exploded in Wamir's mind.

"It was seen, it was a child." He said so ten years ago at night.

Wamir's mind was flustered, he could no longer maintain that satisfied look, he subconsciously glanced at Mo Yu beside him, then turned his head stiffly, staring at Qi Ran's face, That kind of gaze is firm and cold, as if trying to burn a hole in Qi Ran's face, and find some forgotten memory from it.

Then, he finally remembered as he wished.

It was a business he had taken over before, and he acted recklessly, and he didn't want to hide it.

"Mommy mommy!"

There was a heart-piercing cry from a child, terrified, the little child shook the dead woman, and was almost numb with fear of the demon who turned into a god of death.

He saw the vampire's appearance clearly, the child's eyes were wide open, and a blond figure was reflected in the clear pupils, the demon under the moonlight was standing in a pool of blood.

That night, the moon and stars were rare, there were demons with faces like banished immortals and bodies like Shuras, and children with faces like deathly ashes and bodies like shaking sieves.

That was Wamir who had lost his years, and that was Qi Ran who was only seven years old.

"I only have you..." At the end of the memory, Qi Ran knelt down in front of Mo Yu. In that sobbing statement, Qi Ran's pleading seemed so weak, so sad, so cautious, and helplessly sentimental.

"Don't..." He didn't know who he was talking to. Fate, God, Void, Black Feather, Wamir, in short, everything is fine, because no one would be willing to refuse, "...don't take away my things anymore. "

The author has something to say: I knew that when you were watching h, you wouldn't even think about the question about children~huh~

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