[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Everything in the castle is quiet, regular, and normal.Only Martha noticed the small changes in those usual days. Since the Holy See ceremony, Mo Yu has increased his blood intake.In this regard, it is not difficult for Martha to infer that someone has successfully teased the prince's breasts, and he has made the prince thirsty for blood, or rather, his blood.

Therefore, when Mo Yu returned to the castle with the boy in his arms, Martha was not surprised. In her opinion, the prince just found a blood slave who suits his appetite.

Martha naturally didn't know that Mo Yu's plan to train the protagonist, she didn't really care about Wamir's crippled hands, because they didn't affect hematopoiesis.

In just a few hours, Wamir really felt that Martha took care of him in every possible way, pulling out silver needles, stopping bleeding, applying medicine, wiping the body, feeding soup and medicine.The girl's approach is so skillful and decisive, even with a rare enthusiasm. ――Everything made Wamir's scalp tingle.In the extremely natural and peaceful eyes, Wamir knew that this attitude was not out of pity for patients or love for medical career, it was the eyes of the gardener when trimming the bushes, or the eyes of the farmer when he was raising the animals. castrated animals.

"Blood slave." He stroked the blood hole on his neck with his injured finger. "Why me?"

Ever since he decided to keep Wamir, Mo Yu consciously kept a certain safe distance from the young man, not to mention it was time for him to deal with some outside matters. However, the dissatisfaction with him from the vampire camp can be seen from the stack of invitations Martha gave him.Mo Yu picked out a red-painted letter with a white background from a pile of letters, and rubbed the edge of the letter with her slender fingers.The prince of the blood clan brought back a human knight with such great fanfare, so someone must be impatient, right?

Although the desire for Wamir's blood exceeded his expectations, generally speaking, everything was still under Mo Yu's control as planned in the script.The Prince opened the white letter.He currently has two main tasks, one is to quickly improve Wamir's strength, and the other is to find an appropriate opportunity to arrange for Wamir to enter the upper echelons of vampires.Judging from the current situation, both tasks are difficult.

Mo Yu looked at the list on the letter and fell into deep thought. He didn't understand why Qi Qi Dashen gave him such a tasteless setting. The bloodthirsty and powerful villain status allowed him to do anything without scruple—except for good!

The gradually dimming light outside the window fell on the prince's face. The gentle light blurred his outstanding facial features, making him look more like an ordinary man. He looked down at the letter, like a reliable brother planning It affects the studies and future of the juniors.

But no matter what, there are always some things that are destined to be experienced alone. Mo Yu looked at the sunset outside the window, and he knew that the night was coming.

On the full moon, Martha sat quietly beside the prince. Mo Yu buried one hand in the long silver hair of the spirit guard, and then slowly closed his eyes. The superior senses of the vampires allowed him to easily capture the throbbing pain in the air. , mixed with desperate groans and suppressed pain.

Mo Yu was able to imagine that scene, the deep night, the pale face of the young man, the twitching muscles, and the severely dehydrated body.

——The mutation of the vampire.

The poor self-esteem that forced him not to cry was crushed into flying powder little by little during the long night.

The night is still long...