[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

The scorching sun pierced through the thick clouds, and as expected, Vamir, a vampire, felt tired and bored. However, in the prelude to this day that vampires do not like, he was still willing to gently pull the corners of his mouth , It was a rare and unexpected feeling, with a relaxed mind, full of anticipation, with a kind of childlike joy after secretly confessing.

Going down the long lofty stairs, what you see is the vast blue canal in the distance. Its color is very similar to that of Wamir's pupils. It is blue with shimmering brilliance and implies The quality of humility and protection.

At the same time, the indifferent dawn light stained the protagonist's neck, itching and pain, but not unbearable, the blond vampire stepped forward, he stood in the sun, opened his arms, ignoring the pain and shouting of the body, Trembling and slender eyelashes, he began to enjoy the warm feeling like masochistic.

In the lonely autumn sky, there were traces of migratory birds flying over. He raised his head, looked up at the sky, and stared directly at the hot sun. With the blurred feeling that his pupils gradually slackened, Wamir vaguely realized that this was his last time. did.

He deduced the future from the prince's tight-lipped attitude towards the change of owner, his own future, he broke the boat and fought alone, from intensive defenses to the public opinion that three people became tigers, bits and pieces, everything , His waywardness is forbidden.

Poets throughout the ages have praised the beauty of love, but they never mentioned the definition of love. Wamir wandered on the edge of light and night, mocking those beautiful poems that hurt the spring and autumn with a decisive and upright figure. .

The pupils of the blood race dimmed slightly. In his perception, love is not so noble, just like money and power are not so unbearable. If you want to get it, you have to grab it yourself.

But thinking about it this way, it is inevitable to feel a little lost, after all, robbery is a person's behavior.

Under the prosperous light, the blond blood felt dizzy for a while. He was thinking in a high mood, is the willfulness I gave up, everything I have done, meaningful to him?

In the vast brilliance and the cool breeze, no one answered his silent cry, but a very soft and beautiful call came from his ear, "Master."

The sunlight blunted the keen sensory nerves of the blood race. With a thought, Wamir hurriedly turned his head, and saw a face that was more beautiful than a flower and more elegant than a moon—it was Aurilla!

Compared with the previous few meetings, the woman's current attire is much more practical and simple. Under the light of dawn, the woman is wearing a knee-length cloak and holding a black garland parasol. The sun was scorched red, revealing a morbid appearance that could not stand the heat.

Not every vampire is nostalgic for the temperature of the sun like Vamir. Standing in the daylight, Orillia's current behavior is a real torment.

Wamir hurriedly protected them into the shadow under the wall, but when they were all settled down, the blond vampire felt a little disgusted again.

The Ulysses family is really lingering. At the beginning, he had neglected Aurilla for so long, and finally got the family of medicine to pick him up, but now he has the audacity to send him back.

Under the shadow of the high wall, Aurilla gently took off her black hood, her smooth and charming long gray hair like fine silk flowed down, and Wamir deliberately didn't look at Aurilla's dignified and charming but charming face. The face concealed amorous feelings, but the strands of luxurious long hair quietly caught his eyes, which easily aroused his faint feelings of closeness to the people around him.

I don't know whether it's because of a man's pity for the beauty subjectively, or objectively, knowing that this person is just a pawn in a huge family, Wamir's mood finally eased down, it's just that he has dealt with women in his life. With so little experience, he wanted to put aside the relationship clearly, and even had to carefully make a draft first. The embarrassing situation of not being sociable made the blond vampire lower his eyes, and quietly looked at Aurilla's black body The corner of the skirt was slightly lost in thought.

Starting from the blond-haired mother who died young, crossing over the swift and ghostly guardian spirit, and tracing back to the bright-hearted Shariel, in just a few minutes, Wamir will be the most important woman in his life. They all thought it over, and then he found that he couldn't find any usable experience at all.

Different from the sorrow and pain of the mother, different from the delicacy and indifference of Martha, and different from the pride and beauty of Charlie, Aurilla has full of human touch in her graceful and luxurious temperament, her clothes are low-key and her expression is concerned, It seems that it is easy to get along with.

What interrupted the blond-haired blood race's thinking was a soft sobbing sound, mournful and complaining. As soon as Wamir looked up, he saw the sparkling light in the blue eyes of the gorgeous woman. The beauty without makeup, beautiful and light He frowned, with tears in his eyes, which made the blond-haired vampire next to him feel a little shivering.

"Why are you crying?" Wamir was in a state of confusion, and hurriedly helped Aurilla wipe away the tears on his face, while Aurilla sobbed shallowly, staring at her with water-stained eyes. with him.

At this moment, Wamir's heart was drawn by a great pity. He was a little surprised at how much he cared about Aurilla. Aurilla is close, but she can't make up her mind to be alienated and cold.

Should it be said that the goddaughter of the Ulysses family is good?Wamir thought to himself.

He could infer Aurilla's final outcome, even if it wasn't him, it would be some noble's wife or mistress. Thinking of this, Wamir's attitude towards Aurilla could not help but contemptuously.

The silver-haired vampire seemed to feel something in her heart. She lowered her head slightly, but her white and soft palm was gently caressing Wamir's smooth wrist. Neither of them spoke, but they both expressed their meaning clearly up.

There was a shallow injury on Wamir's wrist, and it seemed that it would soon recover. This was not a scar left by the protracted war, but a sunburn mark from his mischief in the sun just now.

As for Aurilla, she felt sorry for him.

The pupils of the young vampire dimmed slightly. He didn't intend to confess his affectionate feelings to the woman in front of him who wanted to befriend him. In fact, to a certain extent, he still liked the pain soaked in the sun. , For him, being in the warmth is a very rare and real feeling.

However, for the blood race with a long life time, although the wounds on the body are easy to heal, it is difficult to say what is in the memory and soul.

Wamir lowered his head and smiled mockingly, but this time, it was himself.

He didn't say a word of consolation to Aurillado, because his eyes, his soul, everything about him and his future had all been occupied by pitch black, and there was no space left to write a woman's name.

If the world likes to laugh, then laugh, he is indeed ridiculous, then laugh at his wrongdoer, laugh at his absurdity and stupidity, let Ruoyou's desperate decision turn into a bunch of emotions that are useless except for self-moving Garbage, this is his life, he feels at ease and deserves it.