[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Even after a long, long time, when Vamir ascended the throne of blood and humans, which symbolized the supremacy of power, he would still often recall the scene of that day.

In the hall of memory, it was an absolutely quiet corner, where the chaotic and crowded crowd and the noisy noise were all hidden in the warm and comfortable sunshine at noon.The bloodthirsty prince stood on the execution platform, his black cloak moved without wind, the air was filled with the strange and sweet aroma of blood, and his cold and slender fingers were sticking to the skin of his neck.For the first time, his fate was in the hands of another person so clearly and so concretely.But unexpectedly and naturally, an inexplicable and strange emotion rose from his blood, mixed with hopeless humiliation and admiration.

"Help me," he said.

Mo Yu felt very bad, because he found that his protagonist was too weak!

Leaving aside the dehydration and hunger, crippled hands and a body undergoing vampire mutation, after all, he had seen worse things in time travel before.But... Mo Yu sighed, looking at the blond boy in his arms, who added the setting that he would faint when interacting with the villain?

The defense of the city was naturally ignored by the prince, and the Holy See never thought that someone would treat a crippled knight differently. Mo Yu easily broke through the siege and returned to the castle, handing Wamir to Martha After saying something concise and to the point that he was cured, he left.

On the one hand, Mo Yu hopes that Martha and Wamir can develop feelings in the process of being alone, but on the other hand, he really needs to be alone.

In a secret room of the ancient castle, there are thousands of volumes of books. These mysterious words record the splendid civilization of this world. In the era when knowledge transmission is difficult, books are real luxury accessories.Mo Yu has long understood that to cultivate a protagonist who can change the world, simply relying on the script in his head and the abilities assigned to him by the system is not enough, and it also needs to be backed by strong theoretical knowledge.And the current biographies and legends, French codes, and ancient scrolls are his supreme wealth.

On the first day after traveling, Mo Yu began to cram up knowledge about this world in the dark secret room.But today, he hesitated for a moment, then lit a candle and silently put it on the desk.In the past, this kind of behavior was absolutely intolerable to Mo Yu. The eyes of vampires are more adapted to darkness, but he deliberately maintains the habits of humans. For Mo Yu, it was basically an insult.

But today, he allowed this stupid behavior - in order not to make a bigger mistake.

Mo Yu underestimated this body's instinctive *, the body's thirst for blood after sleeping for a hundred years, the moment he bit off Wamir's neck, he realized that something was wrong, different from his usual blood drinking, the blood flowing in the boy's body Blood, warm, sweet and fresh, is like his specific drug.The surge of pleasure caught him off guard, drowning his proud will in despair.If it weren't for the remaining rationality, he really doubted that he would kill the protagonist for bloodthirsty pleasure.

Then there was the meeting in the prison, the chaotic execution ground, and the desire for blood that tempted him all the time.I also thought about arranging the protagonist farther away. Anyway, the teenager is the protagonist chosen by the plane. As long as he makes a move at a critical moment, the early stage of growth will be slower and more difficult, at least he will not die, and Martha is not without a chance.But... Mo Yu's eyes were dim, and a pair of hands pierced by silver needles flashed in his mind. A knight has no family name, no career of faith, and even a pair of hands to hold a sword.Even if he escapes, what will be waiting for him?

The boy he rescued from the execution ground brought him a real punishment!

"Keep him," was almost a compromise.

The beating candlelight fell into the prince's black eyes, and Mo Yu felt her throat tighten.

For a long time after that, Mo Yu always thought that what he dared not ask for and what he couldn't get was the original owner's physical defects, and the resistance when he completed the task, but he didn't know that it was actually the automatic perfection of the plane system.

It is the dying struggle of a teenager in desperate love.

It is a straw that a knight grasps while drowning in the infatuation of throwing away his armor and armor!

"Help me." Someone once said this on the execution ground, and someone actually cut the hanging rope.But in the face of absolute fate, is that really salvation?

Mo Yu closed the big book, it was a book about mutations.He thought of the boy's crippled fingers and pale face.The protagonist destined by the plane, he will have supreme honor and power, but the first step of growth, but let him experience absolute pain, so as to transform into a alien race that once hated.Mo Yu stood up quietly and blew out the candle.

"Tomorrow can be regarded as his coming-of-age ceremony." The coming-of-age ceremony of the blood race.

The silver-haired guardian came to the prince's side immediately after Vamir settled down. Just when Mo Yu blew out the candle, Martha thought it was very funny. She put the candle in her hand to play with, but she couldn't light a fire. Seriously. After looking at it, he finally put the candle in his clothes and put it away.Mo Yu knew that she meant no harm, so she let her go.