[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

As a frail medical worker, Mo Yu got a good horse for transportation, but even in this way, he ended up in a despondent situation of following the marching team in disgrace, the midsummer sun was so poisonous that it could dry people out, and the dust Flying and landing on the man's tired face, it is pitiful that he has been an extremely honorable status in this world for two lifetimes.

Holding power in the hands of a passer-by like Mo Yu has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that he can dispatch troops in the name of the bishop, but the disadvantage is that he cannot go to battle in person. It was so tightly covered that no one could recognize it.

On a hot day, the mask shouldn't be too thick. The fabric that covered him with only his eyes exposed was actually very similar to the nuns' robes in the monastery, and such a weird dress quickly aroused dissatisfaction among the soldiers accompanying the army.

Daniel is the investigator who carried the medicine box for Mo Yu. He is tall and has freckles. In fact, he really didn't say anything. It was Spike who had a good friendship with him who spoke first.

The two talked about this weird therapist in a low voice for a while, seeing that Mo Yu hadn't moved at all, then Spike took the courage to speak rudely.

"Don't let him hear," Daniel rebuked him in a low voice.

"Just him?" Spike spat. "Like a bitch."

Then there was a piercing sound, Spike only felt a pain on his face, he hurriedly blocked it with his hands, and saw that Mo Yu had already retracted the whip.

The man was sitting astride the horse, his face was still covered with a strict mask that made him look down upon, leaving only a pair of black eyes, his expression was so cold that he didn't look like a real person.

How could Spike endure such humiliation? He was a man carrying explosives, but he was beaten with a riding whip by a helpless therapist. When he got angry, he stretched out his hand to pull Mo Yu off the horse , but was stopped by Daniel on the side.

"Don't be impulsive, Spike," Daniel said, winking at his companion.

Spike followed that gaze, and saw a small section of red chanting French wrapped around Mo Yu's whip-holding wrist.

"Hmph, the archbishop's people!" No wonder he was so arrogant.

"Put the medicine box up." Mo Yu said this to Daniel.

Daniel didn't shirk it, and put the luggage on Mo Yu's horse firmly. Spike glanced at it, but didn't say anything.

In this way, the team resumed its original marching state.

When Mo Yu took the whip, he took off the chanting French on his wrist. He walked behind the line and threw this status symbol casually, but no one saw it.

In fact, Mo Yu was still a little disappointed with Daniel's blocking action. Right now, the castle is only less than three days away. He has other plans, and he must leave the team halfway, but he is a therapist on horseback, and his goal is really It's getting older, and there is no suitable reason for leaving except for the anger of the public.

According to the * regulations of the Plane Regulations, the crossing headquarters is not allowed to directly monitor the mission behavior of the traversers, which also directly formed Mo Yu's blind spot in cognition of the current situation.

According to the usual practice, after the traverser leaves, the body that was once manipulated must either perform its duties to continue the development of the plot, or directly destroy it to prevent future troubles. As a result, now that he turned around, he began to traverse with his real body. In the same world, the prince's body manages Whether he is dead or alive, he has to be dealt with.

Thinking of this, he didn't have any perfunctory thoughts in his heart, so he should hurry up and kill himself, leaving behind a group of stunned marchers, Mo Yu's horse turned around, and flew away along the path it came from.

Assuming he was a deserter, Mo Yu thought, anyway, he could guess what Wamir was thinking, the therapist looked cold, and he didn't even give a single glance to the 'dead people' behind him.

***

On the other hand, Verita didn't know that Wamir was dragged into marriage by the Ulysses family.

At the dust-cleaning banquet, the elders of the clan tried their best to praise Wamir over and over again. Even Vilita, who was sitting on the side, couldn’t stop laughing. He and Wamir have a good personal relationship, but the family’s interests are completely different. The friendship I need, the current situation is really abnormal.

But it wasn't until the end, when Larilla was pulled out in a long dress, that Verita suddenly realized, no wonder he didn't know until the end, it turned out that the family was afraid of him being a hindrance.

"This is the adopted daughter of our clan. I think Wamir had friendship with her in the early years." The patriarch's wife came slowly, holding Larilla's hand, and ordered the beauty to sit beside Wamir.

The vampires are inherently beautiful, and Larilla is the best among them. Her skin is as fair as suet and jade, and her blue eyes are decorated with the light and shadow of stars in the sky and ocean. What's more, she was serious before she appeared Cleaned up and groomed.

Wearing a purple silk tutu skirt with silver thread, her silver-gray hair was woven into a delicate braid and hung down her chest. She sat down in the seat calmly and gracefully, and Wamir smiled naturally at her side just now.

Leaving aside the surrounding maids and attendants, even Vamir's masculinity was slightly eclipsed by her extreme beauty. It is not unreasonable to say that a hero is sad about a beauty since ancient times, not to mention that the beauty is still smiling.

It's okay if you don't smile, but if you really laugh, you have to make people go to hell for her, and it's better to be terrified.

Let’s not talk about Velita this time, and even Vamir, who has always been serious and calm, has a three-point closeness in his heart.

Gorgeous and beautiful, jade quality is natural, but that's all.

***

"What do you think of her?" Ulysses asked Wamir beside him on the garden path returning from the dinner party at night.

Wamir could hear Verita's bad tone, but he didn't want to be perfunctory. He knew that Ulysses was not blaming or hostile to him. He lowered his head and thought for a while. Still lingering in his mind.

"She's fine." Wamir's serious and simple voice.

Of course she's fine!Willita thought to herself, the whole clan knows that Lerilla is good!

Such a good person, he originally thought that he would definitely become the wife and mistress of a certain prince and lord in the end to maximize his benefits. Unexpectedly, he did not expect that the family wanted her to marry Wamir? !

"You know." Wamir said without thinking.

Ulysses thought he could see it more clearly than anyone else, so he was naturally unhappy when he was tricked by his family this time, and he couldn't help but wonder, what do I know?

Ulysses raised his eyes suddenly, and Wamir's azure eyes broke into his line of sight like this, which made his heart ache. He suddenly remembered that Larilla also had such eyes, a pair of azure eyes that seemed to be Eyes that draw color from the depths of the ocean.

Yes, he knows.

He knew the color of Larilla's pupils.

He knew that many years ago, there was a mournful cry behind the door of the girl's room.

He also knew the sincerity in Larilla's blue eyes at dinner today.

……

Verita lowered her head and smiled, and Larilla was obviously happy.

One is a righteous daughter of aristocrats, and the other is a mutant blood. At first glance, they are both unattractive, but if you really see them, you will find out that one is a beautiful woman with extraordinary charm, and the other is an upstart with a dark potential. Maybe, maybe, maybe , Velita thought in a daze, they would really match.

Yes, he knew, he knew that Larilla liked Valmir.

In the icy midnight air, Willita's thoughts couldn't help but return to the summer time a few years ago.

Larilla stood on the balcony on the second floor of the old castle. She took a look, yes, she only took a look. On the eve of the experience of the young vampire who made her cry and feel sad and happy, she stood in the high cabinet, but she only took a look!

Ulysses suppressed the feelings in his heart, he is the young master of the Ulysses family, isn't there something more worthy of his attention than the affection between children?

"It's too fast." Willita said in a teasing tone.

Yes, it is indeed too fast.

As a mutated vampire, Vamir has always been on the edge of the power limit of vampires. Over the years, he has gnawed away at the power in his hands, but he has acted in an extremely low-key manner. Ulysses can't figure out the exact data, but he knows a lot. .

Now that Wamir has just come back, it is too fast to be drawn in by the family like this, unless...

Ulysses lowered his eyes, and couldn't tell what was going on in his heart... unless someone tipped him off.

"Xariel married a good husband." Ulysses sighed in a dark and unclear tone. The thousand-eyed Wisch family, seeing the four worlds with their eyes and listening to all directions, is well-deserved of its reputation!

And since Thousand Eyes knew it, and the Ulysses family who was related to his interests knew it, then the well-informed people should also know it.

"Is the prince really angry with me?" Wamir sighed under the clear moonlight. After all, he never listed the prince and the spirit guard as the ranks of occluded news.

If the prince really knew the purpose of what he had done all these years, then Lingshou's attack would make sense.

Ulysses narrowed his eyes, he didn't expect Wamir to admit it so generously.

Although the former Wamir was childish and reckless, he was absolutely devoted to the prince, but after the incident where Mo Yu gave him away casually?God knows what kind of despair that boy grew up in!

It is not uncommon for a brave man to become king in troubled times. It has happened since ancient times. What really surprised Verita was that Wamir's determination and ambition broke through the rules. He was trying to break the clear rules of the blood clan. There are express regulations that no one can hold power!

Wamir wants to rely on his own strength, with a mutated body, to become a marquis in the power center of the blood clan!

Velita's eyes were dark, such boldness and arrogance would not be allowed by the nobles, the high blood clan would not allow it, but most importantly, the pure-blooded prince would not allow it... But Vamir still Choose to do so!

"I don't want to make the prince angry." Wamir turned around and explained to Ulysses. The words were calm and sincere, but they were not convincing at all if they matched what he had done before.

But Wamir felt at ease, after all, he never wanted to be inexplicably abandoned again!

Just, at least let me see you.

"I won't marry Lerilla either." Wamir said frankly after lowering his eyes, such a woman was so beautiful and amazing, although he admired it, he couldn't be emotional... Maybe he had already lost the ability to love.

After hearing what he said, Velita couldn't tell for a while whether he should be thankful or regretful, but Wamir stepped forward, his figure was decisive, and he didn't give him any time to react. Ulysses suddenly remembered, Regarding the castle's defense work, Wamir hadn't made a statement yet, and when he chased up to ask, he heard Wamir announce in a voice as cold as ice and black iron—the trespasser will die!

***

On the other hand, in the room on the second floor of the Ulysses family's castle, the wife of the head of the house smiled and watched Lerilla untie her hair belt in front of the bronze mirror.

The madam's expression was kind and gratified, as if she was satisfied when she was looking at her own daughter, but there was contentment and ecstasy in that expression, and when others saw it, they couldn't help but feel vigilant.

But Larila didn't notice it, and untied the tightly tied hairband little by little with his slender hands. He cherished his hair so much that others couldn't even move it.

"I will marry him." Laerella said to the mirror, her voice was lingering, full of determination and sincerity.

The housewife's wife smiled heartily from behind, she put her pale hand against Larila's fair and plump cheek and praised, "You are really my good daughter."

***

Three days later, Mo Yu pushed open the door of the castle's ice room with human hands!