[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

A swirling airflow formed in the wide area of ​​the basement with the ice coffin as the center, and the surrounding ice walls reflected a dazed light.The silver ornaments on the hilt were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wamir went to get his saber in a ghostly manner, but unexpectedly did not feel any discomfort, but the quality of the sword itself did not change.All I could see was the prince's indifferent eyes.

The rapidly changing scene, the closed environment inside, the safe and stable ice room - he is in the enchantment!

But how is it possible?

Such a huge barrier cannot be completed overnight.While he was recuperating from his injuries... No, it would take longer, the first time the Holy See met, the first time a man called his name, the prince knew his name!So, before that, or even before that... Vamir didn't dare to think about it anymore.He didn't want to attribute his absurd fate to another person's step-by-step arrangements, even that person... Such feelings were too complicated and sharp, and he was afraid that he would be promoted to heaven or fell to hell because of it.Fortunately, he didn't have the time to think about it anymore. The barrier turned into a real battlefield, the blood of the battle had been ignited, and the blood, dust, and wind were combined and rebuilt in this strange space. He held his The sword is like holding all your life and courage.

On the transformed battlefield, the boy just swung his first sword as a vampire.

Mo Yu left the ice room as soon as Wamir entered the fighting state.

God knows how much he wanted to take a bite of that bare/exposed skin!

The blood that Martha handed over was poured very quickly, and the restless mood was suppressed, and the slender fingers slowly rubbed the edge of the cup, "It's not enough." Mo Yu's eyes were dim, what this body longed for was The thicker and fresher blood is the kind of pleasure that is like taking drugs, and the blood slave of the old castle... the black eyes flashed across Martha's hand that took the glass... it was just inferior fruit wine. "I don't need it in the future." The prince said coldly.

The taste of blood is not the same as before, it is Martha's new blood slave. "It's a bit over the top."

As if complaining about an uneasy child, Mo Yu looked back at the closed door of the ice room, and thought of Wamir's injured palm just now, the sweet smell of blood, paired with the youth's blue eyes, there was a kind of bullying felt the injured animal.Thinking of this, Mo Yu couldn't help chuckling. Since arriving in this plane, although he has experienced unprecedented torture, he still feels a certain kind of wonderful pleasure, which is different from the formula of any previous world. Steps to become stronger, even sometimes, he would feel that it was not he who chose Wamir, but Wamir chose him.But this delicate mood is destined to be difficult to share.

Facing Martha's beautiful eyes like glazed glass, Mo Yu simply ordered: "Take care of him."

Martha flicked her eyelashes, then nodded.

On the way back, Mo Yu kept sorting out the future plot, "How did the protagonist do it?" Mo Yu thought, "How did the protagonist, who was favored by the plane, survive the desire for blood?" The scene of the plot They flashed through my mind one by one, and finally settled on a cynical smile - Verita Ulysses.

There is a sly look in the emerald green eyes, it is hard to imagine that this is the temperament of a talented pharmacist.

Rely on drugs to suppress it...

Thinking of the fact that the first guest of the castle would have to face countless pranks to the little beasts raised by her family, Mo Yu smiled again.

In this world, Mo Yu has a sense of satisfaction in teasing small animals, but no one pays attention to the feelings of animals. People don't know the meaning of the occasional tenderness in another life gap.

Martha quietly followed behind the prince. She didn't know that there was an existence called the headquarters in the world where she lived, but she knew everything that happened in the castle, even those who were called by the parties. The existence of secrets, there are a few corpses of beasts in the forest of the ancient castle, which have been sucked dry, and the corresponding ones are Wamir's newly grown fangs.Every time the boy met, he hesitated to speak, and the blue eyes looked through her to a more powerful figure...

The silver-haired spirit watchman looked at the prince in front of her. She was the master she had been silently watching over for nearly two centuries. In the ice coffin, he was serious and calm, detached from the world, but when he woke up, there would be endless troubles. The flames of war in the troubled times, the disputes among the major families, and the inferior blood.

Who awakened the high gods into this world?

She noticed Mo Yu's occasional smile,

Lingshou's glazed eyes are still calm.She knew that Vamir wasn't a blood slave anymore, not from the start.

What is he?

Under the tall shadow of the prince, Martha felt a special kind of throbbing, and she noticed that maybe the question she really wanted to ask just now was,

—“What is she?”