[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Wamir doesn't like the night, not at all. Even though the blood race's night vision ability is excellent, the quiet and cold surrounding environment still makes him feel oppressed and desolate. Habits, the vigilance of being watched by danger can always easily disturb his tranquility.

Now he rode back home alone, looked up at the thick stone wall of his house, saw the faint candlelight in the window of the high pavilion, and had mixed feelings for a while.

The past is like the wind, and with the little candle light, it revives in his heart little by little, the past is like a dream, in the dream, every growth, every passion, every pain, there is the figure of the prince, It was as if all his actions after the mutation were just moving forward with the imprint left by that person.

Wamir lowered his head and smiled wryly, turned off his horse, and walked step by step along the cold stone steps towards the candlelight place on the high pavilion.

His mansion was built on a desolate site, with vast canals, and it was a truly lonely and desolate place, but now that there are more Star Beans and candles, it seems that there is a state of prosperity and warmth that cannot be matched under colorful lanterns.

He put his hand on the door, although the door was unlocked, but Wamir waited for a while before gently closing it solemnly. There were three beeps, but no one answered, so Wamir pushed the door open and entered.

In the room, Mo Yu was sitting on a soft chair near the window, with a fine cashmere soft blanket on his knees, with his eyes closed, looking completely tired, only a white bandage was wrapped around his exposed half palm Well, Wamir knew about the injury, and seeing it now made him feel even more unbearable.

It is already late at night, and the human's breathing is extremely shallow but they are not asleep. The blood race knows it well, but they also know that Mo Yu's behavior is just because he doesn't want him to bother him, but he doesn't want to leave just because he is short body, and sat down on the ground beside the man.

Mo Yu opened his eyes impatiently, and Wamir stiffened again and stood up suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yu asked in a hoarse voice, with helplessness and sleepiness after being disturbed.

"The Wisch family has been attacked by spirit guards!"

Wamir replied like a conditioned reflex, but right after he finished speaking, he felt an urge to slap himself with a wave of his hand. The current situation is that the guard has changed hands, and the prince is trapped in a situation where every knife wound is going to kill him. In the human body that has recovered for several days, isn't my own words clearly annoying the prince?

I don't know if one thing conquers another. Although Wamir is an extremely smart and capable person, in front of Mo Yu, he is only at a loss and his brain is not enough.

Fortunately, Mo Yu himself didn't care. He lowered his head and sighed at the speed of the plot. It turned out that it was already so fast.

At the same time, Wamir carefully looked at the expression of the person in front of him, and made sure that he did not arouse the other's disgust. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and asked endlessly, "Do you know who ordered the Spirit Guardians to come?" ?”

He didn't name Martha by name, nor did he say anything about the change of owner. Although this question was abrupt, the words used were considered euphemistic.

However, Mo Yu was much more straightforward than him. He raised his eyes and asked, "Why don't you just ask me who Martha's new owner is?"

Wamir was panicked by Mo Yu's question, and changed his mouth to deny, "I didn't..."

But Mo Yu was much calmer than him. The human raised his hand and straightened the white bandage on his right hand before he said calmly, "Change of ownership is a change of ownership, there is nothing wrong with it."

Wamir calmed down, and felt a little bit of joy. He knew that since the prince did not shy away from it, the news had some clues.

But Mo Yu ignored his request, just closed his eyes and asked a strange question.

"Do you think the prince is omnipotent?"

This question was asked purely as a time traveler, and the standpoint was a complete onlooker's perspective. Wamir felt very at a loss because of Mo Yu's question.

He has worked so hard to this day, and he has long stopped thinking about questions like 'how the other party wants him to answer'. In most cases, Wamir thinks about 'why the other party wants to say that'.

But he didn't think clearly about the purpose of Mo Yu's words.

Seeing that Wamir didn't answer, Mo Yu sighed selfishly. This was completely a teacher's dissatisfaction with his dissatisfied student. Seeing that, Wamir stiffly tilted his head slightly. , but this kind of action is not only because of the shame that he can't guess the purpose, but also because of the sense of loss that the blond blood has.

The fact he had to accept was that until now, he hadn't understood Mo Yu, not only did he not understand, but most likely he would never understand.

Even if he is a blood clan taught by the prince himself, he has personally forged a sharp blade.Even though he has experienced rapid growth and survived a long time that he never thought of, he still can't!

He doesn't understand the huge gap between the time traveler and the characters in the plane, and he doesn't understand the role of the script. The reality he can observe is nothing more than a simple parallel sentence. Do what princes do!

The blond-haired vampire dimmed the light in his eyes, of course he felt that the prince was omnipotent!Such a person, who turns his hands into clouds and his hands into rain, can seize the power of the world if he has a heart, and enjoy boundless indifference if he has no heart. What's more, blood is the first thing to do in blood. Is there anything in this world that a prince can't do? ?

But when the words came out, it was just a humble, but duplicity, please enlighten me.

Because Wamir knew that the answer he was sure of was not what Mo Yu really meant.

The human on the soft chair looked at him quietly, and there was a hint of irony in those dark, translucent eyes that looked like bright stars, which made Wamir feel strange. At the same time, a strange emotion crossed the blood race's heart , Wamir suddenly realized with surprise on his face, it turned out to be a complaint!

He is blaming the prince!But why?

***

But then again, why didn't Wamir complain?

Going back to a long, long time ago, the prince and the knight met for the first time in the solemn canonization hall. At that time, what did the prince think, was it a prank on the spur of the moment, or a deliberate plan?There were so many knights kneeling in the church at that time, but the prince chose him—this kind of choice was natural but full of chance!

This is the turning point in Wamir's life, and he has seen unparalleled scenery since then, but is there another possibility in the complicated and complicated fate line?For example, it was not him that the prince chose back then, but the tall knight with brown curly hair next to him. Later, without the long life span of the blood race, in his hypothetical short life as a human being , Will he regard it as a sworn enemy because of this!

No matter in which world, the word fate is too abstract and too heavy.

The prince is indeed very powerful, so powerful that he can decide anyone's life at will, but as a changed person, is there really no trace of unwillingness?

Wamir is not a weak and incompetent person who can only rely on other people's charity to live. Even in the hypocritical family glory, he is still the youngest platinum knight in history. He worked hard to have a shining and outstanding life, but until now, all the assumptions about such events have disappeared along with his restless and intense bloodlust!

Therefore, in the infinitely possible fate line, he doesn't seem to have any reason not to complain.

But in fact, he really doesn't complain!

Even the trace of emotion he had just now was due to Mo Yu's reservations about him, not all the past. Although the word fate is heavy and abstract, it is not non-existent. He has a kind of connection with the prince. The innate sense of belonging is more real than the empty feelings he got in the prosperous family back then, and sometimes, he would even faintly rejoice for the coincidence back then.

For this reason, he embraced his destiny, and even accepted the title of mutant who made him so discriminated against.But what about that person, Wamir's thoughts moved, thinking silently in his heart, in that person's heart, what exactly is he like?

Mo Yu noticed the change in the expression of the blood clan in front of him, but he was restricted by the express terms of the travel headquarters, and he couldn't let him throw the big script he had written directly on the protagonist's face, so he had to turn around and say that sooner or later Wamir would Investigate clear ancient titles.

"Blood Emperor."

The previous leader of the blood clan was not a prince. That person had a purer bloodline and a more noble title. That person was the Blood Emperor!

Wamir reacted for a long time before recalling the records he had seen in ancient epics, the blood emperor, the blood emperor.

According to legend, that person's appearance is extremely handsome, according to legend, that person's power is extremely terrifying, according to legend, when that person makes the sunset, the sun will set, and according to legend, that person makes the moon bright, and the moon will be bright!

The complexion of the blood clan sank. Lingshou is a race that has sworn a blood oath. Logically speaking, they would not turn their backs on a prince with a pure blood, unless they changed their allegiance to a blood clan with a purer blood.

"Is it him?" Wamir asked with a serious face, but he still hesitated when he spoke.

Although he knew in his heart that Mo Yu would not joke about such things, his own experience still limited him. Even though Wamir had experienced a long youth and lifespan that was unimaginable when he was a human being, in the history of the blood race Well, he was too young after all.

The incomprehensible distant age forced him to imagine a blood race that was more dangerous, powerful and incredible than the prince. What's more, he always thought that what he read back then was just a magnificent race myth.

The face of the blond-haired vampire was on guard like a great enemy. He waited seriously for Mo Yu's next words, but only heard a clear negation with a mocking smile.

"No, he's dead."

If there is such a heaven-defying existence of the Blood Emperor in this world, then according to the strongest setting of the plane, the identity he used when he traveled here was not the Prince, but the Blood Emperor.

Thinking of this, Mo Yu subconsciously frowned. He lived decisively and recklessly in every life, and now he is not used to being forced to act with hesitation. The wound in the palm of his right hand is still painful. The human body, Weakness, helplessness, and short lifespan are inconvenient in such a world.

Gently raised his eyes, the tall and strong body of the blood race fell into Mo Yu's eyes, the traverser sighed absently, the vampire's body is better, but obviously, he is not as lucky as the protagonist, and there is no such thing as pure The Prince of Blood was willing to bite him mercifully.

Lowering her eyes, Mo Yu put away those thoughts that she shouldn't have, and turned to re-popularize the topic of the Blood Emperor to the protagonist.

***

In fact, wandering bards care more about these majestic and magnificent myths and legends than Vamir, but they are not historians. They write lyrics and sing for silver coins, and they are not serious.

Therefore, in their songs, the handsome blood emperor's personal heroism is more detailed and moving than those grand and magnificent war records. In front of the lonely blood nobles, the prosperity and great achievements of the past are not mentioned at all. In the poems depicting the charm of the blood emperor's personality, the singers automatically ignored the passionate scenes calling on the men to put on their battle robes, but chose to praise the blood emperor's clever means of easily coaxing women to take off their skirts.

What makes Mo Yu, a bystander, feel sad is that in the age of the blood emperor's rule, the ancient but extremely glorious and prosperous era, culture and spirit have disappeared, but the fashion of the era of extravagance and pleasure has been overwhelmed by the blood clan. The offspring survived intact.

Who would have thought that the Blood Emperor had died for less than 100 years!

When Mo Yu uttered this information, it was no surprise that Wamir showed a surprised look on his face. For blood clans with a long lifespan, 100 years is indeed too short.

"How?" Vamir blurted out the question.

The human's sharp eyes stared directly at the azure eyes of the blond blood race. Because he was familiar with the plot, Mo Yu's eyes had always been filled with a touch of understanding. Now his expression is playful, cold and sophisticated. The blood race who had to stand aside was extremely uncomfortable.

Under such gaze, Wamir felt that his body was cut open by a black knife!

The sharp blade penetrates the skin and enters the flesh and blood, touches the bones through the texture, pierces the spine and reaches the soul, and then transforms into a pair of indifferent black eyes. Mo Yu stands alone alone. With a soul of color, he silently read all the past events, and read all the secrets of the past.

Then, there was a snort of laughter.

"Are you scared?" Mo Yu asked with her eyebrows bent, but her words were gentle and calm, not at all cold.

Wamir was taken aback by Mo Yu's reaction, and before he could answer, he heard the human being on the opposite side slowly add, "The nobles back then were terribly frightened."

The real situation is that although the blood emperor died less than a hundred years ago, he had been asleep for nearly two centuries before that. From the perspective of human life span, it is equivalent to being dead.

In the 200 years since the blood emperor's death, many nobles have not been idle. Greed, competition, ambition, and many, many inflated passions have pushed them, pushed them to break through the traditional blood worship, and will The sword's edge of competition reached the chest of the sleeping prince!

"There was internal strife among the blood clan, just as the sleeping Blood Emperor was raided, his wife, son and heir were killed because of being implicated, some died, some scattered..."

The human voice was clear and clear. What he said was bloody, despicable and full of greed, but his tone was soft and soft, as if he was telling a warm and simple bedtime story to a young child.

But after all, this is not a fairy tale with a happy ending. After crossing the obscene, absurd and pompous chapters in the bard songs, the heavy historical curtain is opened, and the real history looks like a killing atmosphere in the thick and simple .

Wamir's astonishment has not diminished. Over the years, he has witnessed the madness and admiration of bloodlines for bloodlines, and his identity as a mutant made him realize it clearly. How could he have thought that there would be such cruelty in the dusty past? a big play.

Mo Yu guessed what Wamir was thinking, and said, "It's all shady things. Loyalty to bloodlines has always been a spiritual tradition that bloodlines are proud of. Naturally, all the major families involved in this matter can Cover it if you can, cover it if you can." With a smile on his lips, he added sarcastically, "The historical volumes about the Blood Emperor have been destroyed, and the rest are legends that cannot be distinguished from the true to the false. "

This is already considered a consolation, but what Mo Yu didn't say is that the fact that the protagonist doesn't know doesn't mean it's irrelevant, but...

"History is history, and it can't be changed." The black-haired human got up tiredly from the soft chair, "The blood emperor who was once famous for a lifetime didn't survive after being wounded and escaped. He only ended up dying in the wilderness."

As if rewarding Wamir for listening to a history lesson carefully, after Mo Yu slowly got up, he raised his hand and rubbed the blond hair on the top of the person in front of him, "Since there has never been any omniscient power or person, the ups and downs of honor and disgrace , which is very common.”

Mo Yu had already turned around when he said this, so he didn't catch the look in Wamir's eyes.

Wamir behind him opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to express something, but he didn't say anything after all.

Mo Yu was determined to decide on Wamir's thoughts, and the last sentence was extremely frank, "Winners and losers, this has always been the case. Even if Martha comes back, I can't order her anymore!"

The prince who withdrew from the power struggle did not name the new master after all.

***

It was getting late, and Mo Yu had no intention of accommodating himself. He took off his clothes generously in front of Wamir, and the cold moonlight fell in and sprinkled on the smooth and marble-like backs of human beings. The paleness of the sun, his body has no traces left by Wamir's years of fighting, and the smooth body even has a beautiful ivory color that is pampered.

The blond-haired vampire lowered his eyes, and didn't want to look at it for a while.

In the conversation just now, Mo Yu had already made his words very clear, what's more, he was really powerless, but this was not a casual conversation. The real situation was that it was a small advance warning. For the cruel truth that Wamir is about to learn!

It's a pity that Wamir didn't pay attention to this warning that appeared. It can even be said that he misunderstood it before he was sure - Mo Yu, as a time traveler, needed to live in isolation, in Wamir's eyes. Brand new commentary—the prince reads the old story, and the prince doesn't trust fickle nobles!

Thinking of this, Wamir felt a little fortunate. He is a mutant blood clan with no fiefdom or title. In front of him, the prince has never had to worry, and the prince has never had to defend himself.

The traverser lay safely on his side on the soft bed, his thin and slightly haggard face was under the long black hair, when Wamir saw him, he felt a little bit of grievance, obviously he had been well Oh, why are you still so skinny.

Throughout the ages, the top spot has always been the most beautiful, but also the most difficult to sit on, but...

"You are not him." Wamir's voice was low, with the temperature of nostalgia and protection.

In the long life of the blood race, Wamir has met many people. They may be crazy, or cold, or clever, or cunning, but they are not as good as the people in front of them. How can the worms compete with the bright moon? From the very beginning, it was a doomed difference between clouds and mud.

The blond-haired vampire smiled with a little pride and joy. He is a sword forged by the prince himself. He may not be outstanding enough, but he is already very good.

In the difficult experience, he has faced enough duplicity, enough tricks and conspiracies, will not be easily deceived, and rarely suffers from confusion and loss. He even has the courage to make promises, and Do your best to achieve the power!

and so……

"I won't lose you again..."

Wamir didn't finish his sentence, but he knew he would have to wait a while.

After turning around and leaving, he did not exit the room. Under the cold moonlight, he sat on the soft chair Mo Yu had just sat on, and extinguished the already dim candlelight on the high platform. The vampire's keen senses enabled him to It is easy to capture the gradually peaceful and long exhalation changes of the human beings in the back room.

When it was confirmed that Mo Yu was completely asleep, the blond blood slowly got up. He walked to Mo Yu's bed and bent down. Under the moonlight, what he could see was the human's delicate and handsome side face like an oil painting. The slender eyelashes were drooping, and there was an indescribable comfort and gentleness. Wamir's breathing was stagnant. Even though he already knew the true face of the man in front of him, he still lost his expression for the beauty of this moment.

Facing the sleeping human being, slowly, slowly, in a warm but unquestionable tone, he said the unfinished sentence he just said, which was a sincere and affectionate sentence from the bottom of his heart.

I won't lose you again...

because……

"I love you."

The deep night outside the far window hides the light of dawn. Wamir hates the night very much, but vampires don’t like sunlight either. He was very happy to be able to say this sentence when the clouds were breaking through. He confessed at the dawn, as if he already had countless beautiful eternities related to the future.