[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

"Let's go." Mo Yu patted Wamir on the shoulder and pulled him through the hall, and when he made eye contact with Orillia, he generously gave him a kind and friendly smile.

"Where are you going?" Wamir asked anxiously.

Mo Yu looked back at him, where are you going?Of course it’s time to go back, the coveted Judgment Hall has long since lost the ostentation that Wamir had made after careful planning. If Aurilla hadn’t clearly expressed her love for the protagonist, then at this moment, she would have been separated from the blond blood clan. Dead body, okay?

Ignoring Wamir's hindsight, Mo Yu led the protagonist to the entrance of the main hall unimpeded, and then they saw Velita together.

The young master of the Ulysses family has become very thin these past few days, and the night wind is blowing, and his gorgeous eyebrows and eyes like malachite will make people feel distressed.

The servants guarding the left and right gates are still there, and they haven't lost even a single hair. Thinking about everything before, it's not hard to guess that Verita is their guide.

Mo Yu was too lazy to go to this muddy water, and went to lead a horse by himself, while Wamir looked at Velita for a long time without moving, and then smiled coldly.

"Why you?" Wamir asked hoarsely.

You know the success and fame I desire, you know the Jedi counterattack I am thinking about, you know all my dreams, why is it you, how can it be you?

However, "If you really want to know, you should ask her." Verita answered without any apology.

Wamir smiled bitterly, and was about to say something more, when he heard Verita's voice laughing back with anger.

"Then what about the prince, why did he choose you?"

A gust of wind blew by, lifting the blond hair on Wamir's forehead, and he felt his heart being drawn by Willita's words, slowly pointing to some obscure direction... Should he ask the prince?Ask that why he was chosen.

Willita slowly raised his eyelids in the wind, and then fixedly locked Moyu's black pupils. He didn't know Moyu's true identity, nor did he know what happened in the hall. There are really not many things that Mier cares about, so it is not difficult to guess the general direction.

Mo Yu didn't expect that he could get shot while leading two horses. He stood with a wooden face and said nothing, but just caught Wamir's careful glance, and immediately he had no intention of being alone. He turned around and said .

"In this world, the prince cares about you more than anything else!"

Wamir's blue pupils moved slightly, he had never been so eager to believe Mo Yu's words, he wholeheartedly hoped that these words were true.If the prince didn't care about him from the depths of his soul, wouldn't Mo Yu's actions towards him before could only be described as cruel?

He was no longer the young knight who had just learned about warfare. He knew that one person could care about another person more than anything else, but when the lover was at the center of the network of interests, he would probably not care much about the other person. One, whether it is the prince or Verita.

"Orillia is the same." Verita said, but did not explain further.

Wamir smiled. He looked at Verita with those blue vampire eyes. These azure eyes once reflected every detail of his past life, and the intoxicating pupils were dyed with Ori. Pull both eyes to the same color.Facing such eyes, Velita said stiffly, "Blue eyes."

When Velita said this, Wamir didn't pay attention to it, but when he really understood it, he realized that it was really too cruel.

Mo Yu had no intention of riding in the carriage, so he got on the horse, and Wamir beside him also obediently expressed obedience. In this quiet and eventful night, Wamir confessed to Willita his subjective evaluation of the other party.

"You are my brother through life and death," Vamir continued, "but you are also a bastard!"

In this regard, Willita was noncommittal.

***

Not every flower can represent love, but roses do.

As the night receded and dawn fell, as soon as Mo Yu entered the door, he saw a bouquet of roses in a room that was as bright as a spring day, and he couldn't be more moved.

Showing love with roses is a very vulgar thing, but Mo Yu still used his pale and slender fingers to fold off the delicate and beautiful flowers on the edge of the balcony. enjoy.

In fact, there are everywhere in this room, it's just that Mo Yu likes things in the sun more, but this kind of thing is still not good for Wamir.

"You should marry her." When Mo Yu said this, there was both approval and warning in his words.

"I don't want it," said Vamir in a distraught voice, "I loved you once."

Mo Yu turned around after hearing this, in his opinion, 'respect', 'admiration', 'fear', no matter which word Wamir said, it was better and more appropriate than the word 'love'.

However, "Sorry, I was wrong."

"What's wrong?" Mo Yu raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I love you."

Mo Yu frowned, he felt that Wamir's answer was even more outrageous this time, not even the word "pass".

But Wamir only thought it was his answer that offended the prince, lowered his head and added, "I shouldn't disobey you."

The silent moonlight fell on the vampire's shoulders, and Mo Yu knew that Wamir was sincerely admitting his mistakes, but he remained silent.

Travelers can clearly infer the future of Wamir. As the male vampire who is the protagonist of the plane, he is destined to be a partner with Aurilla. They will even have offspring, and all of this, even if Wamir is unwilling Acceptance, but not forgiveness to change.

Wamir still didn't dare to move, he stood upright like a child who has made a mistake.

Mo Yu waited for a while before speaking, her tone was slightly sad and soft, "Are you still obedient in the future?"

Wamir was very grateful for such a tolerant dialogue. He stood opposite the man and nodded vigorously before expressing his attitude, "I will be obedient if I am obedient." At the same time, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But this time was different, Mo Yu's thin lips were tightly pressed together, and the forgiveness of "Okay, I forgive you" did not make Wamir wait.

The cold air passed through the hall, and the room was empty, only the two of them stood silently.

Wamir's heart ached, and he begged in a low voice, "Please." The meaning in those words was very clear, with fervent love and humble loyalty, he didn't know what Mo Yu could do specifically, but he did I firmly believe that men are always special.

But Mo Yu didn't say anything this time, and didn't move anything.

The appalling silence revealed the inability of the timetravelers to help what Vamir had done.

However, Wamir didn't understand. He interpreted the silence of the person opposite him as standing by and watching. The young vampire opened his eyes wide, and he stared fixedly at Moyu's dark pupils, which meant,

"Isn't it okay? I'm obedient in the future, can't I? I won't go against your wishes again, can't I?"

Mo Yu's pupils were stained with pity because of such questions. He knew that Wamir hadn't understood the seriousness of the situation. There is a kind of mistake in fate that you can't make once, because it won't give you a chance to correct it.

And there is a kind of mistake that is not a mistake, but it is more cruel, because even the person involved does not know how to redeem himself, just like Wamir's love, what kind of mistake is this?It's just to win the heart of a girl who will not marry unless she is this person.

Mo Yu exerted force on her hands, and slightly closed her palms, the flowers withered.

The more beautiful things are, the more fragile they are. In this world, love is like roses. Their shortcoming is not that they are too beautiful, but that they must enter a more absurd and funny world. delicate.

"I can't stop Aurilla." Mo Yu said frankly.

The man's black pupils reflected Vamir's dull blue eyes.

"Is there no way at all?" Wamir asked hoarsely.

There was a cold smile on the corner of Mo Yu's mouth, his brows and eyes were curved, and he said in a relaxed tone, "Yes, do your best to satisfy her."

Wamir remembered the last words Orillia had said to him, he realized something, and hurriedly asked, "You want me to marry her?"

But this time, Mo Yu didn't answer.

He knew that Vamir had no choice, and that the human archbishop who fell into the blood clan would have a bad death according to the rules of vampires.

Mo Yu will definitely die, but there is one thing that can save him, that is the privilege of a pure blood noble, and the status of raising a blood slave is enough for Mo Yu to survive.

The man's plan was blurted out easily, but Wamir suddenly knelt down in fright.

"How can it be?" Vamir asked with a trembling voice, how could, how could the prince be insulted like this?

"This is not an insult." Mo Yu persuaded patiently.

As the most pragmatic traveler in the world, he said that he was bitten by a pure blood, and since then his physical speed has been blessed, his face is not old, and his healing skills are full. This kind of deal is simply not too cost-effective, okay?

Of course, it would be even better if Wamir wasn't a mutated vampire.

In fact, Wamir is indeed not just a mutated vampire—as long as he can complete the first embrace with Aurilla!

Mo Yu silently stared at the protagonist, looking at his pair of blue eyes as beautiful as the sky and ocean, and at his pair of beautiful pupils with the same color as Aurilla.

"Do you know that Orillia is not the reason for you not to marry?"

Mo Yu's tone was shallow, and he murmured softly, "The blood emperor's pupils are blue."

Wamir and Orillia, they are siblings!