[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

——The ups and downs of honor and disgrace are very common.

——This is the words that Mo Yu once confided to Wamir in the high pavilion.

But obviously, the early warning in the words of the traverser did not play its due role, at least as far as the person concerned, Vamir, although he had too many questions and dared not ask Mo Yu, but the blood slaves sent him There is no reason not to read the red-painted letter in your hand.

Burning the envelope after reading it in the candlelight, the Blood Race's face was still as calm as sinking water, but the slightly trembling pale fingertips still betrayed his thoughts.

In the final analysis, Wamir, a young and vigorous but ambitious blood clan, after facing a huge change - he couldn't be as calm as Mo Yu said.

"The guests are waiting in the side hall." The attendant who delivered the letter also picked up a bit of ability to read words and expressions. Although he didn't know the specific details, just from the situation of the "rich gift" given by the Ulysses family tonight, it is easy to understand. You can also smell something bad.

The 'gift' was brought in. It was a huge rectangular box covered with black silk, guarded by twelve young dead servants from the Ulysses family. Everyone wore a cape and a black lapel. It is extremely low-key, but the leader is the elder of the Ulysses family.

The little attendant had a faint doubt in his heart, and he didn't know what it was that could be so valued.

But only Wamir, who had read the letter, knew that the gift from the Ulysses family was really too generous.

***

This incident also indirectly proved the fact that Mo Yu, who was the spiritual pillar of Wamir, could not be at ease no matter what.

Under the guidance of the little attendant, Wamir came to the rare reception hall in his castle. It was cold and empty, with a sense of death, but in terms of feeling, it was very similar to the ice room in Black Feather Castle. .

Nodding his thanks to the great elder who took off his cloak, Wamir glanced coldly at the pale and dignified blood faces behind the elder, but there was no Velita's face among them.

For the Ulysses family, Wamir concealed the fact that Mo Yu is the prince, but he was frank about the situation of Lingshou's rebellion. The current situation is a gift, a highly respected elder, and twelve dead servants, In all fairness, such a staffing arrangement is indeed not an exception.

"Does Verita know?" Vamir asked the elders beside him. The elders of the major families are all elected by the public, and most of them are old people with experience. In terms of bloodlines alone, they are not very noble.

"The young master went on a private trip a few days ago, and he has not received any news yet."

Having received an unexpected answer, Wamir pursed his lips and thought for a while, but Wamir's expression darkened, as if it wasn't very important anymore.

In the end, the hesitant eyes of the blond-haired vampire fixed on the black 'gift' behind the crowd, and Wamir knew the truth that was covered up after the peace—the thing buried under the black silk was a sarcophagus!

***

There was a dull pain in his back, and a deep sense of unreality surfaced in his heart.

When he announced the news of the change of ownership to the Ulysses family, he had encountered various doubts.

Martha cut her long hair for a century because of the prince's words back then. How could she betray such a loyal and decisive race?

They dubiously dealt with it for a long time because of Wamir's one-sided words.

To this day, the thing in front of me was wrapped tightly and sent to Wamir's mansion via the Ulysses family.

Wamir stepped forward, and twelve attendants in black made way for him. The blond blood clan put his hand on the black silk of the sarcophagus, retracted his five fingers, and pulled hard, the black silk bloomed like a broken fireworks curtain. Wamir felt that his world was baptized by black and white silhouettes. He saw the fireworks fall and fell on the hard and cold surface of the sarcophagus. Wamir's soul was dumb. He trembled with an eternal voice of death, you came back.

The body of the prince that Mo Yu had been thinking about was finally found, but this time, it could only be described as a corpse.

***

A few days ago, Mo Yu told Wamir about the dark past of the ancient Blood Emperor. In that embarrassing ending, the once dazzling king died violently in the wilderness like a wild dog that no one cared about. Reincarnation, repeated history descended on the broken body in the sarcophagus.

But is that really a body?

Wamir trembled, his bony right hand had been tightly clenched on the edge of the sarcophagus since he pushed the coffin lid open, his body was lying down, his blue eyes were wide open, his breathing was disordered, and his golden forehead was shattered. The hair poured down like a nightmare, and the vampires around him couldn't see the expression in his pupils, but the tight lips revealed the despair and resentment of the silent one.

But who can not be angry?

I don't know how much effort the corpse searchers took to clean up the 'things' in the sarcophagus. After all, it is not even a corpse anymore. Beheading, heart throwing, corpse crushing, and incense burning , Exposure to the sun, and various means, vowed to destroy the eternal and lonely immortal body of the blood race.

And in fact, the abuser did.

The breath filling Wamir's nostrils was calm and dry. It was the serenity of death after the heavy curtain fell. It was the same as the ending of the Blood Emperor. The prince's body was exposed in the wilderness, and it was very secretive. If it wasn't for Xia Lier's husband help...

If it wasn't for Charlie's husband to help?

Thinking of this, a cold smile bloomed on the corner of the blood clan's lips, and Wamir's pupils darkened. Although he knew that his prince, Jin Chan, had been staying in the high cabinet for a long time after he escaped his shell, but this kind of drama that tortured his predecessor to this point It's still too ugly.

After all, Xia Lier's missing husband returned safely. The Thousand-Eyed Wisch family is indeed capable. Not only is their head safe, but they can also take care of the current mess. They found the prince's body.

However, Wamir stroked a finger from the prince's face from top to bottom... But, could it be too coincidental.

A slight breath fluctuation flashed through the space, obscure and inadvertent, Wamir frowned slightly, he straightened his back and calmly retracted the movements of his hands, what everyone did not expect was that in the extreme Under the rage, Wamir actually behaved calmly.

He expressed his desire to be alone with short and very polite words, the elder elder exited the room led by his attendants, followed by twelve slaves in black.

Wamir stood next to the cold sarcophagus. In the lonely and empty room, he once again recalled the historical trajectory that Mo Yu had described for him - people with high positions and powers did not end well.

The corners of the blood race's lips raised slightly, and at that moment, his azure eyes became extremely soft, but the sudden fluctuations in the surrounding air environment clearly revealed the bad news of the comer.

In this turbulent space, Wamir recalled his first meeting with Mo Yu. The prince at that time was proud, noble, cruel, and reckless. To this day, he would be treated so embarrassingly.

What's more, the reunion between him and Mo Yu was not accidental, because at that time, he was checking the damage state in the enchantment. As in the case of the attack, it came from within unhindered personnel.

Wamir caught the wave of malice in the air, "Come out." The cold voice unique to vampires.

After finishing speaking, Martha's extremely delicate eyebrows and eyes fell into Wamir's eyes, and the blood clan raised his eyebrows slightly, as if admiring Martha's uprightness.

"What did you do?" Wamir turned his head to stare at the horrific blood corpse in the sarcophagus.

Martha nodded slightly, but it was obvious that this kind of candor couldn't fill up the cruel reality.

Wamir's expression darkened, and he tremblingly asked the ghostly girl, "Who did you instigate?"

Good birds choose trees to live in. For this, Wamir has no resentment, but for the former master, who used such vicious means to leave such shocking injuries, it can't help but make people feel chilling, but also can't help it. People don't hate, but...

"My master doesn't want to reveal his name."

The woman's cold and clean voice was as clear and beautiful as the light snow falling on the lake at dawn in early winter.But Wamir couldn't stand this kind of attitude that had nothing to do with him anymore. He smiled coldly in front of the silver-haired spirit guard, then turned around slowly, raised his hand generously and removed the sharp epee on the south wall.

***

In the castle, Mo Yu was chatting with Aurilla. After all, since they already knew about each other's existence, there was no reason to turn a blind eye. These two people, one was a courtesan carefully cultivated by the Ulysses family, and the other was a courtesan. Travelers who are familiar with the plot but have too much time to spare can play a good hand to whitewash the peace while each other has their own thoughts. that kind of picture.

However, "Please allow me to have a private conversation with my guest."

Aurilla was the smartest, she understood everything, and Valmilo didn't need to say anything, she gave a salute and then left, after all, the low pressure of the blond blood was still obvious.

Mo Yu is not a vampire and can smell the blood on the protagonist's body, squinting his eyes and counting the days.

"Did you see me?" Wamir saw the bloody and brutal corpse of the prince?

"Yeah." Vamir replied.

Very good, Mo Yu looked up and smiled slightly, the year-end bonus is gone.

***

The traveler's eyes followed the trajectory of Aurilla's figure when he left. He knew that although Aurilla had already moved in here at this moment, she did not have any real feelings for Wamir, compared with the progress in the script. , their relationship progressed really too slowly.

But now, Mo Yu found that he couldn't even utter some substantive suggestions. He spent a long time in the same silence as Wamir before he issued a sigh-like warning to the person opposite.

"Don't do things you regret."

After hearing this, Wamir smiled, but did not answer with words. He knew what Mo Yu was talking about.

The world of the vampire is a dark jungle. If you don't want to be bullied, you have to bully others. In the jungle rules of the vampire, Vamir's mutant vampire identity binds him like an invisible net, and Now, spurred by the prince's plight, Vamir is about to break the rules.

He knew that he had no choice but to do this.

But the difference is that he will not regret it.

Wamir hooked his lips into a smile, he leaned down, and put his cold kiss on the back of Mo Yu's hand.

——If you win, what is there to regret?