[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

All of Valmir's drug plans can't get around Vilita, and this one is no exception.

The green-eyed pharmacist held what Vamir asked for, and half-tested and half-jokingly said, "Aren't you afraid of offending the prince this time?"

He is holding a small object similar to an incense box. The square box is exquisitely designed and well sealed. If someone is willing to remove the sealant and sniff it carefully, he will find that the smell is elegant and fresh. It even smells a little nice.

But since it was obtained from Willita, it is not a good thing in essence.

Igniting this drug in a relatively closed environment has no effect on the blood race, but it will affect the nervous system of other species. The specific effect is nothing more than making people feel stunned and slow thinking. □Somewhat similar.

When Wamir took the box, his face was peaceful and the corners of his lips were soft, making it impossible to see heresy, but his movements were slightly slow...

The effect of this thing, if it is put into a simpler way, is to make people stupid!

When a person becomes stupid, the psychological defense line will be destroyed by itself!

It's just that although its function looks against the sky, the conditions of use are extremely tasteless, because after making people stupid, how to use clichés becomes a technical task.

It can also be inferred from this that such an impractical thing seems to be made by researchers at random, without careful consideration of its actual use.

In fact, it was indeed the case, because it was an accessory that Mo Yu made in the basement with a tambourine in order to make a hemostatic agent during his days as a prince.

It's just that he didn't expect that, until now, he would be used by Wamir on himself.

"Save it," Ulysses added as if suddenly remembering something, "Since you successfully counterattacked last time, the Holy See has been very noisy."

Wamir received the medicine box, his brows and eyes were still full of joy and sorrow, and things related to the prince could easily occupy his whole mind. He didn't comment on the situation of the Holy See, but held his hands tightly. The knuckles of the box became paler and paler.

***

Wamir came between the dinners as usual. The rigorous military uniform coat was draped on the smooth shoulders of the vampire. His vision was all the way down. There were straight, sharp, hard textured army green trousers, and cold shiny leather. black boots.

Mo Yu still didn't eat*, he took two sips of the thick soup with a spoon, then put down the tableware, with his fingertips facing each other, his elbows resting on the clean table surface, he watched all the way with his black eyes Come Vamir.

The young vampire has a handsome face and a cold expression. His legs are slender and straight. His footsteps land on the flat marble floor. There are clear and crisp sounds in the empty hall, and the rhythm of each step is solemn and rigorous.

Mo Yu leaned back in the chair amidst the sound of such steps, slowly raised her head, and then narrowed her eyes imperceptibly.

Wamir did not take a seat at the other end of the long dining table as before, and his progress did not stop, parallel to the side length of the rectangular dining table, all the way to Moyu's side.

Sunlight fell through the glass windows of the high dome, transforming into blue-purple shadows, pouring on the brows and eyebrows of vampires and humans. The corners of Wamir's lips were smiling. Under the brilliance of this color, the thin eyes of the vampires There was also a hint of fascination on her lips.

Then there was an unabashed speech, "Tell me, where is he?"

When Wamir shed that layer of fake friendly skin, the naked flesh and blood are full of crazy and suffocating arrogance and arrogance.

This is not the first time he has asked the human being before him a question, but his mood is quite different...and the means will not be the same either.

Mo Yu glanced at the small box of incense that appeared out of thin air on the table, and her handsome and peaceful eyebrows frowned slightly.

It may be because the color of the human pupils was too dark, and it inadvertently touched a certain hidden nerve line in Wamir. Anyway, the subconscious mind dominated the body. Wamir looked at Moyu's slightly frowning brows, and turned sideways for some reason. Get down.

But he was a little anxious this time, and the military overcoat that was originally draped over his shoulders suddenly slipped to the ground.

The slender and white button-down shirt inside was exposed, and the smooth and beautiful muscle lines of the blood race's upper body could be vaguely observed. Mo Yu didn't appreciate the thin and tall body in front of him, but pursed his lips and darkened his face. The distance was enough for him to smell the faint smell of blood on Wamir's body.

It's not time for the vampires to eat, and there are no signs of fighting injuries on Wamir's body, so is it the blood of helpless humans?

Thinking that other people were imprisoned in this castle besides himself, Mo Yu felt a little funny, but he didn't want him to really laugh when he thought about it.

"What are you laughing at?" Vamir asked annoyed.

"It's nothing." Mo Yu could barely hold back her smile, but a pair of black eyes looked at Wamir's fair neck indifferently, and just said nonsense in a serious manner,

"The prince mentioned you to me before." Unsurprisingly, Wamir's slightly stiff facial expression was captured, Mo Yu leaned back against the back of the chair, and continued in a tone that had nothing to do with him, "He said you are very good , and said that you are the one he cares most about in this world..."

It doesn't matter whether the last word is 'blood race' or 'human being', because Mo Yu heard the sad and hopeful words of the person in front of him.

"Really?" Wamir calmed down, and asked back in a low voice, but the movements of his hands didn't stop!

The 'incense' was lit, and the diffused smoke rose slowly from the small box on that side.

When Mo Yu saw her, a cold smile appeared on the corners of her exquisite lips. It was a careless smile, easy-going and natural, but it didn't reach the eyes, which made people shudder.

As soon as Wamir looked up and saw such a smile, he was really shocked in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and just promised with a firm tone, "It's too late for you to regret it now."

He didn't talk about the efficacy of medicine, nor did he shy away from this unfashionable way of doing things, and even mercilessly pointed out a "clear way" to the person in the end. This situation is so stubborn that it is ridiculous.

The cold smile in Mo Yu's eyes was stained with sarcasm, and he didn't respond to Wamir's mercy, but just uttered the last word of the evaluation in a completely paraphrased tone, "……animal."

Not humans, not vampires, not even that mutated vampire with a discriminatory name, but animals!

Wamir's breathing became chaotic.

animal? !Prince said he was an animal? !

In the eyes of the prince, the Vamir who changed sides because of the prince and worked so hard can only be called an animal because he is not a pure blood race?

Unwillingness burns the heart of the young vampire like the temperature of a flame. Wamir's brows are full of evil spirits. Because of his abnormal identity, he has endured countless injustices and sufferings in the vampire. The ordinary title is not his turn. Even the most common thing like developing power, when it comes to him, he has to be cautious and deal with it in all directions, but in the eyes of that person, is he just a low-level wild beast?

No, I am absolutely not!

Wamir opened his eyes wide and stared at Mo Yu angrily. Only then did he realize that the words of the person in front of him were not 100% credible.

The prince would not comment on him like this, it was this person, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't even care about Mo Yu's slightly similar look to the prince. lie!

Mo Yu saw through his thoughts, but still looked indifferent, with a lazy demeanor, which made people angry.

Why!Now that Wamir has determined that Mo Yu is lying, his dissatisfaction gushes out of his chest like a flood bursting a bank, and the handsome vampire shouted silently in his heart, why?Why did that weak human being judge him like this?Why did he... Wamir's thoughts froze, and he suddenly asked, why did this person step on his sore spot so easily?

However, it was as if Mo Yu had also lifted the mask of a smile, those eyes that were always gentle and gentle were suddenly filled with vile and arrogant mercury, the man curled his lips into a smile, and picked up The exquisite table knife on the long table is held tightly in the palm of your hand!

Regarding this, Wamir didn't even give him a look of contempt. How stupid must this man be to do such a thing?Relying on the absolute strength gap between the vampires and humans, a small table knife can't hurt him at all.

But the man still had a confident and impeccable smile on his face. With a movement of Mo Yu's dexterous fingers, he turned the table knife backhand and held the blade in the palm of his hand.

Before Wamir could react, relying on the vampire's sensitive and excellent senses, he smelled an intoxicating and strong fishy-sweet aroma, and the pupils of the vampire shrank slightly...it was blood!

It's fresh human blood, the kind of breath that can drive all vampires crazy to the point of losing their minds!

Trickles of red blood dripped down through Mo Yu's injured palm holding the knife, and the man looked at Wamir's eyes with a faint red light, and smiled playfully.

When he was injured in the ice room, he noticed Wamir's restless physical condition. Now that he has repeated the same trick, the effect is not bad.

The blood in this body is very special, and to Wamir it is more like a drug with a stimulant, which the little vampire cannot refuse, and in such a situation... Mo Yu squinted his eyes, and it was the same as what he had experienced back then. How similar is the bloodthirsty *!

Thinking of this, human beings slowed down their tone of voice, but it was not out of sympathy or empathy. If I had to describe it, it should be a kind of understanding after the first dawn of the sky. The range expanded again, and he commented, "A vampire is an animal."

An animal that would lose all reason in the face of blood*!

This was even more exaggerated than the narration just now. Wamir froze, and the redness in his pupils became heavier and heavier. He didn't know whether the man was talking about his own opinion or the evaluation of the blood prince, but the blood in the air was sweet and greasy. And the softness made him already have fear.

A fear of being hit by a prince or a human being!

Animals, irrational, unable to restrain themselves*...humble, inferior, dirty!

Wamir's pupils moved slightly, he felt his throat tightened even more uncomfortable, his azure eyes stared at Mo Yu's open wound that was bleeding, his reason collapsed into a straight line, he clenched his fingertips, fixed Questioned firmly, is he an animal?

***

But in the cold environment of this empty hall, Vamir was not the only one who was tortured. In the air, there was not only the sweet smell of blood, but also the faint scent of medicine after the smoke.

In fact, this was a process of confrontation between the two sides. When Mo Yu stimulated Wamir with his own blood, the imprisoned human beings were constantly exhaling the air contaminated with the fragrance of medicine.

Humans and vampires cannot coexist, because the vampires think that human beings are so weak that a box of medicine can destroy their minds, and humans also look down on the vampires because a drop of blood can make them irrational.

But now, Wamir and Mo Yu are in the same space, using the same method to compare the pros and cons of the two.

The pride of the traverser and the protagonist of the plane forced the two not to escape.

In this confrontation, neither Mo Yu's suicide by cutting his throat, nor Wamir's pushing the door to leave are not allowed!

The first rule of the game, you can't escape, if you escape, you lose!

He looked straight into the eyes of the person opposite him with his head held high, and just like that, the dark blue sea merged with the black sky approaching the cold night.

Mo Yu cut the knife deeper, and he noticed the slight tilt of Wamir's head in this silence, and the traveler could guess the turbulence after that.

For Mo Yu, this is a gamble, the bet is that he can clear his mind before Wamir goes crazy, but for Wamir, this is a game full of fighting nature, the bet is that he can be in the After the person on the other side speaks boldly, he can still maintain his nobility and dignity.

There was a smile on the corners of the human lips. He looked at Vamir's fluctuating red eyes, and he already had a faint expectation. In comparison, his body feeling of being in a trance and gradually losing control seemed not so important. up.

But since it is a game, there will be winners and losers. Then, when the fragrance of the medicine is full, when the blood is full, and when time is flowing, in the end, will the tide flood the night, or the darkness swallow the ocean?