[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Disputes came faster than expected. It was more of a demonstration and showing off than an attack.

Mo Yu stooped into the secret passage almost as soon as he heard the chaotic sound. He knew the true strength of the brave warriors of the Holy See, and the current stubborn resistance was no match for Wamir's cronies.

Relying on the human body, Mo Yu has no way to capture the progress of the battle, but the rich and sweet blood in the air cannot be avoided no matter what.

Mo Yu recalled his last life in this world, and couldn't help turning pale. Is there Vamir's blood in it?He unconsciously thought to himself, if there was one, it would make his previous life secretive and nervous, but in a second, he sighed that he was thinking wildly, that was Wamir, such a person, raising How could it be possible for someone who has accumulated all his strength to sit on the throne of the night and turn his hands into clouds and rain to come to such a remote place to smear blood and kill the enemy.

Thinking of this, Mo Yu couldn't tell whether he should be gratified or disappointed. The little vampire he taught had turned around, and things had finally grown up now.

The ancient castle is a sleeping place for the princes of all ages. It has been exquisite and gorgeous since ancient times. The dark passages are also beautifully carved and the wooden boards are straight. It’s just that the nine-turn corridor is full of traps and obstacles in the exquisite interior. Vow to kill people invisible.

Mo Yu is very clear in her heart, but she is cautious and cautious in her mentality.He searched out the torch that he had prepared long ago and lit it. The warm and bright orange flame cast a mottled and bright shadow on the man's face. Mo Yu's thin lips were tightly pressed, and he stepped forward.

Since decades ago, when the crossing headquarters arranged for him to jump to the next plane for a new story development, the manpower in the castle was dismissed, and those who gave away were given away. He also went home and left, and until today, logically, he came while taking advantage of the chaos, leaving Martha alone.

... nor.

When Mo Yu came out from the secret passage, he turned off the torch, lowered his eyes, raised his hand to shake off the fine dust on his shoulders, the silent castle forced him to recalculate his life in his heart, Martha with long hair , not in the old castle... It must have changed its owner!

As if putting away the last ray of warmth, Mo Yu casually discarded the extinguished torch, the wooden stick rolled over the cold marble floor, and scattered black ashes fell, Mo Yu upholds the professionalism of a traveler , didn't even give the useless things a look, just walked forward along the wide corridor, and walked down the stairs step by step at the end.

***

He knew the location of the ice room door, which was at the bottom of the stairs.Stopping in front of the heavy gate, Mo Yu closed his eyes and slowly opened them again. He took a deep breath before raising his hands and pushing hard!

The howling icy air hits the face!

cold!

Bitter cold!

Mo Yu bite the bullet and took a step forward, her teeth began to chatter unconsciously, this damn weak body, Mo Yu secretly cursed, and clenched her teeth even tighter.

Then, the scene changed, the wind and snow were whistling, and the snow was white, and Mo Yu had arrived in the extremely cold place in the north in an instant. Of course, a small ice room could not hide the cold winter frost and snow, nor could it hold the teleportation formation. The current scene can only be an enchantment.

The essence of the world is the same, the enchantment of the vampire plane and the ghost phantom of the cultivation world are actually the same thing, they are all a pretense to sneak in, deceiving people's eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and five senses.

This place and this scene, if someone else breaks into it, it would be a narrow escape, but Mo Yu just took a breath and returned to his normal expression, isn't it just an upgraded version of blindfolding?In this world, is there anyone who is more sober than the traverser?

The snow is still the same, and the cold is still the same, but everything is not unbearable anymore.

Mo Yu's step forward is just an ordinary forward movement, but with the retreat of the surrounding scenery, it seems to be a thousand miles in one step-the enchantment can't stop the steps of the sober!Relying on the memory in his mind, he walked towards the ice coffin step by step, and then raised his hand to take off the 'medicine box' on his shoulder.

The sound of metal opening and closing is particularly ear-piercing in the silent ice room. Under the heavy wooden cover, when the soft gauze is lifted, what comes into view is not the medical equipment or first aid potions carried by ordinary medical practitioners, but Rows of gleaming silver!

Across the thick ice coffin, Mo Yu couldn't see clearly what was inside, but it was a useless sleeping body. Mo Yu took out the sharpest silver dagger from the box, held it tightly in his right hand, and then Move your left hand forward, stick it against the cold surface of the ice coffin, and slowly pull it down...

The existence of the traversers is basically a corrective function. It is not unreasonable to say that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. It is wrong to leave a bug in the plot that has been solved by itself.

Without the protection of the enchantment and spirit guard, the life of the prince is as fragile as the neck of a young eagle, how easy it is to pick something out of the bag.

Mo Yu curled his lips into a smile, and exerted force with his left hand, and the lid of the coffin fell slowly... Then, the man's movements stiffened, and his pupils shrank suddenly - the ice coffin was empty!

***

"Senior, be careful." The little intern's voice suddenly recited in his mind.

Mo Yu stepped back in a hurry, the surrounding air was surging, sharp ice picks rushed out from the surface of the ice where he was standing just now, and hit his feet in a chasing and enveloping manner, Mo Yu's face changed suddenly, but Can't hide!

The back of the therapist was leaning against the large church robe, and it was clinging to the cold wall. The long ice cone pierced obliquely from the ground directly below, and the pointed end touched Mo Yu's body inch by inch. At the neck, Bing Skin wanted to touch it, forcing Mo Yu to lean back his neck to avoid being hurt.

The traveler's breathing was disordered, and the enchantment environment that he deliberately ignored took advantage of the emptiness and snatched Mo Yu's mind. The white snow scene, the whistling wind and frost sound, in this suddenly intense surrounding scene, Mo Yu passed through the cold Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a pair of blue eyes, a pair of blue glaring eyes.

——that was Vamir's eye!

As soon as Mo Yu thought about it, he nodded instinctively, and the sharp ice point in front of his neck made him bleed out. It was a numb but short-lived pain, but Mo Yu still noticed the gleam in Wamir's blue eyes. There was a change, and a faint red halo flashed across the pupils of the blood race.

It is not unreasonable for the vampires to not allow mutants to take power. Compared with nobles, vampires have lower restraint, and their bodies are more easily bewitched and stimulated. Under the lure of blood, even Wamir, who has excellent mental willpower, can't stop his body's instinctive desire for blood-how sad!

***

Mo Yu didn't dare to move, she lowered her eyes silently, her black eyes just caught sight of the military high-top leather boots that Wamir was wearing, the smooth leather was loaded with metal rivets, and every movement of the owner reflected a cold and abnormal look. Gloss... Mo Yu's eyes darkened, and she simply closed her eyes, but she couldn't avoid the sound that came her way.

Every step of the blood race has a slow and unique rhythm, but when the bottom of the rough military boots touches the thick ice room floor, there will be a palpitating sound, which gradually becomes clear from far to near, forcing Mo Yu to admit that Subject to human misery!

The tormentor has dazzling blond hair, a straight back, straight steps, a pair of blue eyes that are as deep as the frozen sea, but the sea cannot be frozen after all, so when Vamir walked into his At that time, he raised his right hand, and the three fingers curled up slightly in the cold air, and the barrier retreated completely, and the ice edge shattered.

***

Mo Yu fell awkwardly on the thick ice room floor, feeling that his bones were falling apart, and through the reflection on the ground, he noticed that Wamir didn't even frown.

I can't tell what it felt like in my heart, but it was only at this moment that he saw more clearly that the little vampire he taught alone had a brand new look when he stood in front of him after putting away his soft-heartedness.

However, Mo Yu struggled to get up, and secretly questioned in her heart, if the protagonist is not intriguing in the center of power, what is he doing here?

But when he raised his eyes and met Wamir's gaze, it became clear instantly.

The look in those blue eyes is so similar to when Yang Chen rode his horse back then, it was clearly looking at the dead!Mo Yu was startled in her heart, maybe Wamir's feelings for the prince are deeper than he thought!

really……

"Dead trespasser!"

In the vast ice room, Wamir's clear voice was as cold as death's sentence.

Hearing this, Mo Yu was secretly startled, and looked back unconsciously, the lid of the ice coffin slipped to the ground, and the ice cones scattered into small crystal pieces, looking from a distance, it was a mess.

The only exit in the ice room was behind Wamir, and Mo Yu didn't think that he could escape from the enemy's battlefield and ascend to heaven by relying on his physique of fighting five scum.

What's more, the blood clan in front of him is full of anger and has murderous intentions!

According to the progress of the script, the prince abandoned Wamir back then and stayed in the ice coffin by himself without even saying a return date.

The healer's robe in white was damaged and fell off his shoulders. Mo Yu felt that he had nothing special to say, and sighed in his heart, wondering if his life would be enough to pay back?

Standing upright, the corners of his lips slightly raised, the traveler's black eyes fixedly looked at Wamir, he did not speak, but just waited silently, waiting for Wamir's hand to rise and fall, waiting for the end of this life!

But unexpectedly, the waiting time this time was too long. Although Wamir in front of him raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, he didn't move his hands. The blue eyes of the blood race reflected the black pupils of the opposite person. With a thought, as a experienced traveler, he cleared his mind in a flash.

Vamir is wondering!There are still things he doesn't want to understand.

Carrying silverware, entering secret passages, breaking barriers, prying ice coffins, whatever Mo Yu did just now, no matter which one is pulled out, is a heinous crime, but it is extremely horrifying when you think about it.

At the beginning, he just believed that he had changed his appearance, so no one would recognize him anymore. Even if Wamir killed him as a nobody, it didn't matter, but he forgot that he passed the secret passage unscathed back then. However, in the silent place of self-cultivation of the princes of the past dynasties, the craftsmen who built it in those years were buried with them. How did I know that I was alone?

The question that Wamir wanted to ask was very simple, but it would be very difficult for Mo Yu to explain it clearly...

But it was not easy for Wamir to still think of this point under his fury, and Mo Yu sneakily praised the little vampire's restraint ability.

If Wamir hadn't thought of this, his year-end bonus would be lost.

The traveler already had self-confidence in his heart, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, before he calmly raised his lips to the blond blood in front of him, his words carried a unique sense of rebellion and calmness , when the words came out, he noticed the hesitation flickering in Wamir's blue eyes as expected.

The best lies are always half-truths...

The therapist's white robe reached the ground, and said in a clear tone, "I am the prince's man."