[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

The silent palace was filled with the smell of blood. Mo Yu buried one hand in Martha's long silver hair and gently combed it. In the past many nights that belonged to vampires, he used to comfort her with such simple movements. With restless mood.

The traversers were just randomly assigned to this world, but Martha has truly guarded the ice coffin for two centuries. Those long years have woven this long silver hair, which represents loneliness and loyalty.

Step by step, he approached the boy who was laid flat on the ground, and saw that his handsome face was already filthy and filthy with blood and dust, and his severed chest was empty, but still heaving slightly.

This is the protagonist of this world, Mo Yu sighed in his heart, unexpectedly, the blood that he once avoided seemed to have a soothing effect.

He signaled to Velita that there was no need to take those unnecessary potions, then he bent down slowly, brushed aside the golden hair on the young man's forehead, and stared carefully at the pair of azure lake-like clear eyes, even in death Still so pretty in the shade of the eyes he used to love.

"There will always be someone to sacrifice," the devil whispered in the boy's ear, with a lover's ambiguity, "but that person is not you."

——I will not allow this kind of thing to happen, because you are the protagonist, and I will sacrifice everything to pay for your waywardness, including those who I originally wanted to protect, including those who would not do this for you.

Cold fingers across the broken chest, licking the blood on the fingertips, Mo Yu remembered those past restraints, and smiled lightly, this is a cold, deathly smile, which frightened Willita's heart .

"It really smells like this." The prince sighed lonely.

Death weighed on Wamir's body, and he struggled to open his eyes. In the blood, he saw a vague but familiar figure. It was his intention that he finally understood. He wanted to speak, but his blood-eating throat couldn't vomit. Say a word.The broken chest was exposed to the cold air, and the face of death became more and more clear in the pain.

Mo Yu's black eyes looked at Martha who was standing still, and then said, "He is going to die."

This is an extremely calm sentence, and Martha even felt that she heard some kind of warm comfort from it, but she still couldn't change the cruel intention. Sure enough, Mo Yu continued, "I have dug out my heart, why did I bring it back?"

If Martha didn't understand what Mo Yu meant, she would reply that it was you who let me find him, but cruelly, she understood.

In the script given to Mo Yu by the headquarters, Martha was the prince's last reliance. Her loyalty and determination made her willing to cut off her long silver hair to open a way for the seriously injured Demon King to survive.Lingshou's silver hair has the ability to regenerate another life.And what Mo Yu wants is Martha's sacrifice, in order to fulfill his duty as a time traveler, in order to save the protagonist of this world.He asked her to hand over her savings for a long time to another person, and Lingshou had no right to refuse.

"Owner."

Martha's voice was clear and bright, with a child's softness, like the sound of ice hitting jade, but it was just wrapped in halva.

She has never spoken much, but now in this decisive situation, she speaks so innocently and straightforwardly, without a trace of anger or affectation.

"You have always been very kind to Martha."

In such words, there is a girl who is as sweet as a baby, Mo Yu and Verita are all moved.

Then there was a quick turn around, a head of silver hair fluttering and staying in mid-air, Martha raised and lowered her right hand, her long hair was cut off by the sound of the wind, thousands of silver strands flew towards Wamir's broken body as if alive. It rushed all over the body, got into his body, wrapped around his skin, like a cocoon, getting thicker and thinner.

And the spirit rule of the broken hair is getting tired and thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Velita read all the classics in the family, and didn't know that there was such a miraculous thing in the world. Seeing Wamir's intact and restored chest, she was surprised, turned around and looked at the pile of bottles and jars she brought, and didn't know what to say for a while. Well, he just asked in surprise, "Is this the end?"

"It's not over." The prince said calmly.

Then Mo Yu's cold hand pierced into Wamir's newly recovered chest.