[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Facing Aurilla's blue eyes, Wamir once again recalled the follow-up of the fate of those women in his life, the withered face of his mother before his death, the fierce sneak attack after the rebellion of the spirit guard, and what happened to Shariel until now. The life and death of the husband is still unknown... But strictly speaking, even if the follow-up chapters formed by themselves do not progress well, these women have nothing to do with Vamir, but Wamir frowned, he was a little helpless Suddenly, she noticed that Aurilla's eyes were too bright and beautiful!

Betrayal is a big word that means helplessness and compromise. Death makes the mother abandon the living. Standing makes the spirit guard attack the blood clan. Marriage makes Charlie give up the love she once had, but they all get the future because of it. , in the final analysis, no matter who it is, in front of the majestic fate, they are all living beings, but they are all dust...

But for some reason, Wamir always feels that Aurilla is not. After all, that woman has such a pair of translucent blue eyes, which are as perfect and charming as the jewel around the neck of the Divine Mother.

This special importance made Wamir's heart throb, as if being attacked from behind by Martha again, he softened his tone and asked softly.

"Tell me, is there anyone who believes in this world?"

The question blurted out by the blond blood is not only naive but also very selfish, because he is not asking Aurilla, the person he really wants to ask is a pampered person who lives in a high cabinet, but he is so protected that he is not even willing to give up the name of a new master The other party got to the bottom of it.

And Aurilla didn't respond immediately, her thick eyelashes fluttered, and Wamir felt a little guilty when he saw it. He suddenly felt that those beautiful eyelashes were slowly extending with every blink of the beauty. , They intertwined into a big net, the blond blood fell into the net, his soul was tied immobile by the slender and strong lines, and finally fell into the blue sea hidden under the huge net.

In this way, he began to let himself drown in this endless clear wave.

At the same time, Aurilla cried even harder, tears streaming down, and Wamir was even more at a loss. He even vaguely complained about Aurilla. Well, that person has always presented a dignified and skillful image to others, but when he came to him, he became a temperament that would always be prickly and rainy.

But he was soon reluctant to complain, because Aurilla had already parted her lips, and her voice as soft as snow falling on a branch slowly replied, "I trust you with all my heart."

***

Looking up, it was the girl's plump and ruddy lips. Wamir's breath was stagnant. The beauty's red lips and white teeth could always tease the original sex just right, but there was warmth and concern in those fiery words, and it was just The red and white colors revealed by opening and closing are filled with the brilliance of a sacred oath. In short, on Aurilla's lips, sex and warmth are so wonderfully and beautifully overlapped.

At the same time, in Wamir's mind, the face of his mother before death was clearly visible for an instant, and the breathing of the blood race was disordered. What made him feel at a loss was that the phantom of the woman's sorrow was superimposed on Aurilla's face Together, his mother looks like Orillia? !

Of course, it’s not the similarities in facial features or the dynamics of smiles and smiles. What really shocked Wamir was the high compatibility of the two women’s souls, the kind of determination and abnormality in the face of feelings. It is the courage and despair of breaking the boat and throwing moths into the flames.

Wamir saw the end of Aurilla in the dark, and that gorgeous face began to wither, and Aurilla became his mother, the woman whose life was ruined by love, exhausted and exhausted. Aging, affectionate and desperate, he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

In the etiquette of the blood race, it is really inappropriate to compare a graceful and dignified beauty to a short-lived and unfortunate human undead. Of course, Wamir would not talk about this in front of Aurilla, but he did not talk about it. It does not mean that it does not exist. The call of love and warmth seems to be to compensate for the unwillingness in childhood. This is a kind of emotion that seems to be greedy. Wamir is full of nostalgia in his sensibility, but his serious reason makes him avoid it.

What Aurilla said was an extremely candid sentence, but it carried a dedication and loyalty that he could not bear!

Barely stopping his fluttering thoughts, Wamir lowered his head and looked at Aurilla's black skirt. At this moment, he noticed the muddy pleated corners under the long cloak—Aurilla is coming. of!

"Why..." Wamir asked, but the question could no longer be continued. Even if the Ulysses family despised their adopted daughter and refused to give them a carriage, it was impossible for them not to even have a horse, unless...

"I want to come by myself." Orillia's quiet voice.

The bloodlines that the bloodlines crazily advocate is not a non-existent spiritual existence. It is different from the code of ethics and contractual relationship among human beings. In fact, there is a kind of instinct-like respect and belief among bloodlineages. It is not easy for young people to disobey their elders Therefore, if it is violated, the punishment will be much more severe than that of humans, and what Aurilla is doing now is undoubtedly a blatant rebellion.

As for Aurilla's persistent mood, even if Wamir couldn't be emotional, he would still be moved and sour. Now, he was even more speechless, but it was Aurilla who spoke first. Pull, green and white jade-like hands caressed Wamir's bright and strong forearm muscles, and there were scars left by the light on them.

"Does it still hurt?" the woman asked softly.

Wamir was taken aback. He could guess the emotions behind him from the questioning concern of the person in front of him. It was real, timid, and full of familiarity. The blond blood clan hurriedly looked back, and he looked at the window of Mo Yu's room, the high platform In the morning, the candle that once comforted him was gone, but the light in Aurilla's eyes still did not go out.

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Wamir stammered and replied, he covered up the injured skin, he still had a tall and straight figure, and he still walked steadily and dignifiedly, but there was still a trace of inexplicable and unclear in the figure that turned and left. The meaning of running away.

He finally understood the meaning of Aurilla's tears, with careful piety.

Those tears carried the words he had said to Mo Yu, they were exactly the same, sincere and passionate, yet absurd and ridiculous.

It is the opposite of timidity and cowardice, and it is a sad but straightforward love story.

Just now, with tears, Aurilla uttered a sentence that has lasted for many years, but seemed obvious, with tears and a silent language that can only be expressed by the soul. What she said to Wamir was, "I Love you."

Orillia, love Vamir!

***

On the other hand, in the high pavilion of the ancient castle, Mo Yuyu suddenly opened his eyes, and he heard the concerned and slightly expectant voice of the little intern in his mind asking, "Will they be together?"

Mo Yu didn't answer immediately, the traveler was silent for a while, and then slowly walked to the window, the warm morning sun shone on him, he watched the golden-haired blood race's figure gradually receding from the wide open window, until finally In the end, just then turned his attention to Aurilla's standing silently.

He couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but he could still imagine the infatuated and loyal expression, "Yes." Mo Yu promised in his heart, "I will definitely."

After all, that person is the main character's empress.

In the main line experience of the script, no matter how it develops, there is no way to avoid it. Aurilla and Wamir have a relationship. It may be a bit long and obscure, but there is no way to give up and change it. Nothing has changed. Nothing has changed.

Mo Yu curled his lips into a smile on the high platform, as if he had finally figured out something, and he was cheerful. He looked at Aurilla, who was facing away from him, with a long skirt and hair flying. After all, this is the kind of person After all, it is such a fate!

The silver-gray long-haired vampire stood under the high wall of the morning light, obviously staying in the shadows, but was so independent that it seemed to be more dazzling than Wamir's shining golden hair.

Even Mo Yu, who is a time traveler, has to admit that being able to get the love of such a woman is really a very lucky thing. Thinking of this, I can't help but want to praise the good luck of the protagonist, But when the words came out, they suddenly changed their tone...

Because he saw it!

He saw the way Aurilla looked back suddenly. The extremely beautiful woman had a calm face and an indifferent expression. Her blue eyes were full of doubts and deep understanding, and her eyes passed through the empty morning light and the transparent sky. The cold air passed through the open windows of the pavilion and landed on Mo Yu's face, meeting the eyes of the traveler on the high platform.

Half a minute later, Mo Yu found out that he had changed the object of his praise, and the last thing he said was that only Wamir could be worthy of Aurilla.