[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Hope is a good thing. If it weren't for that negligible hope, there would be no way for Wamir to get to where he is today. The current trial is still going on in an orderly manner, but Mo Yu knows that this will soon turn into an active battlefield where the blond blood race turns against customers.

Speaking of which, it is not too exciting to participate in the plot of *Si's counterattack as the CEO and slapping Gao Shuaifu in the face. Mo Yu just stayed aside and listened quietly for a while with his ears up, and then began to follow suit.

Vamir began to issue a declaration of rights... "The political significance of the mutant blood will change from me."

——Well, as expected of the protagonist, the tiger's body was shaken, and the charisma of his character was maxed out.

Wamir began to argue... "More than half of the vampires present will agree with me."

——Hey, citing the classics and breaking through them one by one, I think it's cool to think about it.

Wamir began to win people's hearts... "Of course, I will not forget the kindness from you here."

——Wow, this method of slapping and giving a sweet date is simply not too skillful.

Vamir began to announce the relationship... "I will form a companion with the human beings around me."

——Nani, Mo Yu's brain shuts down automatically for a second, wait, is there this paragraph in the script?

A small beam of light came in through the gap in the lifted shawl, and Wamir leaned down, and Mo Yu's eyes fell into his eyes with a gentle smile.

"Are you still asleep?" Wamir asked softly.

Mo Yu was so coaxed by this sentence that her heart softened, what should I do, I feel that there are stars in the protagonist's blue eyes.

Star your sister!

***

Before this, Mo Yu never knew that he had raised Wamir so crookedly, or in other words, so crooked?

"Please stay with me."

Wamir tilted his head and smiled, the face of the vampire is not old, his beautiful blue eyes are full of hope, and because of this unique question, they are stained with the brilliance of time, only the corners of Mo Yu's eyes twitched.

Sure enough, young people are thinking about the whole big news. Travelers, please listen to the question and ask, when a straight male protagonist with a prospective wife proposes to you, should you agree or not? --Although straight men are not so straight anymore, this is still a rewarding question.

"I refuse." Mo Yu's firm voice of refusal floated above the hall.

Without the cover of the black shawl, Mo Yu had to carefully adjust his angle to avoid eye contact with the prisoners in the center of the hall.But obviously, such a cautious and cautious action has been automatically brought in by the troublemakers to... embarrassment?

Mo Yu couldn't take care of that much anymore, but to be honest, he was indeed a little embarrassed.

There was chaos in his mind, and Mo Yu searched the surrounding scenes with his unreliable investigative ability. Very well, Wamir's regular wife Aurilla did not come, and he has not yet become a male mistress.

Taking a deep breath and recovering in his mind, Mo Yu once again turned his attention to Wamir. The young man in front of him still had a calm expression after being rejected, with an outstanding demeanor and a smile in his eyes, waiting Wait, with a smile in your eyes?Mo Yu's thoughts froze slightly, what was Wamir laughing at?

The traveler settled down, and then, he saw the whole process of sailing slowly in Wamir's azure ocean-like eyes with a joyful and excited expression like a ghost ship.

Mo Yu realized a kind of information that disgusted him—Vamir's joy at the moment was due to his satisfaction—satisfied with being able to arouse the passion that came from him from the eternally calm eyes of the traverser. Waves!

Shock, displeasure, embarrassment, bewilderment, pretending to be calm, many, many, many, many emotions that princes won't show, but human beings can't help but burst out!

It's really... nasty.

Having sorted out the cause and effect, Mo Yu's face was gloomy. While lowering his head, he couldn't restrain the corners of his lips. He made a silent and waiting gesture to Wamir with his weak pale hands, and then pressed down. Putting down the displeasure in his heart, he judged in his heart with cold eyes.

Protagonist, you really played too hard this time.

***

Although at this moment, Mo Yu really wanted to put Wamir on a dog leash and beat him up, but the inherent plot feelings of the time traveler still made him feel deep compassion.

What Wamir mentioned was the relationship between the mutant blood race and human beings. It was the most absurd, stubborn, and ridiculous psychological feeling in the world. What's more, such remarks were made on Judgment Day, and in major In front of the representatives of the family.

The protagonist is different, but Wamir is really too different.This kind of alternative made him but also restricted him, so that he overestimated the power of selfish desires and underestimated the bad feelings in his life - he has not yet understood what those inappropriate remarks mean, but, He will soon understand...

No one expected that this mutant blood race who was about to become king would openly show his love on Judgment Day, just like no one expected that the weak human healer would respond with a loud refusal, just like that, whispering The sound of commotion spread in the seats of the Blood Race Hall.

Mo Yu and Wamir sat in the first row opposite the arched seats in the Elder's House, and the traversers clearly observed the commotion in front of them, observing the undisguised malice and sarcasm.

In fact, not only the patriarch of the Ulysses family, but even the representatives of the House of Elders, and countless blood clans sitting on the arched seats, were overjoyed by the stupid and reckless speeches of Wamir and Mo Yu.

They secretly exchanged glances in this turmoil, as if suffering, protest, recklessness, outspoken expression, and asking for nothing are just absurd interpretations of weak humans and mutant blood races in the blood race hall, in order to enliven their long lives. Those boring and dreary days.

Soon, though, a bigger commotion took its place.

The main door of the main hall was reopened, and the agile and swift figures of the spirit guards rushed in like ghosts!

This was not the first confrontation between Wamir and the guardians, however, something like instinct restrained him.

If there are no plane management regulations, Mo Yu will help Wamir explain carefully, it is because the script needs to add a psychological description of the protagonist.

Always... "Martha."

Wamir's heart was pulled by a huge fear. When he said this name, Wamir clearly realized that he had lost his courage and self-confidence.

His tone was short and labored, like the first word in a foreign language he was learning, timid, jerky and cautious.

But the voice that responded to his call was crisp and clear.

"Mutants are not allowed to take power!"

Lingshou is a race that obeys orders. They are mercenaries and pawns, but they never directly participate in politics. So, is it the new master who manages the curtain thousands of miles away?

Wamir faintly felt a little angry, he got up and held the sword, and was about to speak, when he suddenly felt a shock in his mind!

The overwhelming coercion came.

Night sky, sea waves, desert, abyss... Vampires!

The turmoil in the entire hall has quieted down. It is so far away that it seems to have passed through the ancient legends, and it is so close that it seems to mourn the moonlit night in front of it. It is the breath of the blood race with the purest blood.

Wamir's body froze, he and Mo Yu looked back at the same time, and then, the two of them saw a slender and elegant tall figure together.

The pupils of the blond-haired blood man shrank suddenly, and the quiet and cold night just drowned him out. Although there were too many doubts and inconceivables, he was still clearly aware of it.

That person is Martha's new owner!