[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

"I can not!"

The voice of Wamir's refusal was as sharp as a short knife cutting through the air, but at the same time, Aurilla's voice and smile were reflected in the light and shadow of the blade, and flashed in the blood race's mind.

He can't, because, that's *!

Mo Yu was sitting on the chair, the blood-red roses in the room made him look like a real person, there was a smile on the corner of his thin lips, and there was an undisguised sarcasm in his black eyes.

"Haven't you figured out the status quo yet?" He taunted, "You are now a vampire."

For the blood race, the purity of blood is above all else.

"Is there no other way?" Wamir was shocked, he still couldn't accept this mysterious change of life experience.

Vampires and humans have been enemies for generations, and the existence of mixed blood is almost impossible, but it is just 'almost'.

The blood race's mind was in chaos, and the mother's last words before she died were circling in her mind, circling and lingering for a long time, 'I love him, I killed him. '

Killing her husband... She killed the Blood Emperor? !

Wamir couldn't imagine what kind of mood his mother had when he gave birth to the boy decades ago, just like he couldn't deduce that during Moyu's leisurely life, the traveler was carrying What kind of state of mind tells all about his father's past.

"It's not that difficult to satisfy Aurilla's ambition," Mo Yu added 'intimately', "All you need is a child."

Wamir's flustered expression froze all of a sudden, and he couldn't even say a self-deceiving question like 'what did you say'.

The instigator, Mo Yu, still had a calm attitude, and the space, just like that, became silent all of a sudden.

I don't know how long it took before Wamir said awkwardly, "I loved you once, and I still do now."

So, you can't treat me like this, and you shouldn't treat me like this, because it's just too cruel.

Mo Yu was too lazy to express his stance on this kind of absurd love, he ignored Wamir's remarks, and started another topic, "Okay, then tell me..."

Mo Yu looked into those blue eyes and said, "Vamir, why don't you hate me?"

hatred?hatred.

The mist of dawn slowly faded away, revealing the quiet thin clouds, the cool morning breeze blowing from the window, the corners of Mo Yu's eyes and eyebrows were so gentle that it was unbelievable, he watched Wamir's blue pupils move slightly, and then All the way into the smoke and dust of those lingering love stories.

The prince's choice is never accidental!

"You think I changed your life." Mo Yu chuckled lightly, "No, I just let it go back to its original track.

Why not hate it?

You stand at the end of the foggy forest, and the dawn is clearly ahead, but I dragged you into the swamp with no way out, who gave you your belonging?

It is the blood that made you, Mo Yu lowered his eyes, the destination is like this, it is born like this, even the love you keep talking about is no exception, if you think about this, it is so natural...

"No!" Wamir denied with a sharp voice, then he took a deep breath and added word by word, "I like you because you are you, not because of what you make me a feeling of……"

"You can't tell everything by blood," Vamir said finally.

"Really?" Mo Yu teased softly, and Wamir knew that it was not an intentional mockery, it was just the most common expression of emotion from the person in front of him, but even so, he still couldn't help feeling humiliated and hurt. Angry, but he couldn't get angry soon, because Mo Yu stood up from the chair, unbuttoned the middle of the collar and the first button on the white robe with his slender and pale hands, and went all the way down until the robe faded away. .

The smooth and white neck was exposed in Wamir's blue eyes, and Moyu smiled. He used his right index finger to gently pull down the edge of the collar of his inner shirt, exposing the skin on his chest, and whispered provocatively road,

"Then you dare to bite me?"

The human's dark eyes were stained with a cold smile, as if he was the bloodthirsty and powerful demon king.

Vamir, do you dare to bite me?

If your love is really as valuable as you say, then let me, before your unawakened power, when you are tempted by scorching blood, on the title page of the entrance to all chapters, either absurd or magnificent , first look at your poor self-control.

Please give me a chance, let me see all your broken beliefs after those solemn vows.

***

Mo Yu guessed that Wamir would flee, and the protagonist who has not completed the first embrace, the self-control in front of the blood is only a little stronger than the mutated blood.

But he did not expect that Wamir would escape to the church.

The Vatican at night was so peaceful and quiet that it was desolate and solemn. The footsteps of the blood race passed through the empty and lonely pilgrimage hall. The sound fell into my ears.

Wamir heard the sound. The vampire's excellent sensory ability allowed him to easily deduce the number of people and their equipment. There were two teams in total, one team of 12 people, each equipped with weapons... Those people were not far from him. Passing by in the street.

Eyebrows drooping, he suddenly hoped that someone in that line would notice the strangeness, and then rush into the Holy See, recognize him and knock him down, burn him with silverware or the sun, parade him through the streets, and then cut him neatly. Lowering his head... Wamir frowned and raised his eyes. The solemn and solemn statue stood in front of him, surrounded by angel sculptures and stars arching the moon. A special kind of throbbing attacked him, Wamir Mir's voice became hoarse, and he suddenly felt that maybe this was better. The night watchman passed by quickly, and the people and gods all over the world ignored him, leaving him alone like a floating lonely soul.

Then he saw the Knight's Steps under the chancel steps - where he had once knelt.

But now, the blue eyes of the blood race were unexpectedly soft. He stepped forward and knelt down again!

***

He has grown a lot in these years, but his appearance has hardly changed. Back then when he was sealed as a teenager, he wore a war robe, a beautiful face, and a tall and straight figure. Youthful ambition, a bright future awaits him in the dawn of the future. At that time, what he kneeled was the statue on the altar, and what he kneeled was the god in the history books.

But now, the fleeting years have turned darkly, and today, after all the vicissitudes of life, the resolute and resolute blood clan suddenly became confused after this straightforward kneeling.

Deep doubts rose from his mind.

Who are you kneeling down to, Vamir?Or, Vamir, what is it that you kneel down to?

In fact, it stands to reason that apart from bloodlines, there is nothing worth kneeling for vampires. There are no temples dedicated to beliefs in the buildings of bloodlines, and their most luxurious and beautiful high-walled houses are not even prepared for elders' homes.

There are many forests, and it is said that the prince's castle that has been passed down for a hundred years is what they focus on.

It can be seen that the blood race is a very pragmatic race. What they believe in is blood, and only blood, and excellent blood can easily bring merit, wealth, and other honors.

As a blood clan, Wamir already clearly knew that he had the best bloodline, so what exactly was he kneeling for?

On the solemn and solemn knight's conferment stage, Wamir's thoughts fluttered and his memory recalled.

Many, many years ago, the mighty prince had told the young vampire what power meant in the ice room.

"A sword is just a tool, but strength is part of who you are."

Are you born with it?But I don't want such a life experience.

In the hall full of icy air, Wamir put his hands together tremblingly, according to the appearance of those pious believers in his memory, he raised his palms above his head, then slowly lowered them, and bowed devoutly.

From this unusually jerky movement, Wamir just realized with desolation in his heart that he has spent too long in a life without faith.

"Every exercise you can think of just stimulates it, doesn't enhance it, doesn't take it away."

But if I reject it from the bottom of my heart, what does its enhancement and disappearance matter to me?

The statues in front of me are dignified and solemn, with compassionate expressions. It seems that they are very similar to the concept of 'power' that Mo Yu once explained. It seems that the long night and the eternal reincarnation have nothing to do with them. The gods are there. Will laugh, will not cry, will not live, will not die...

In his lonely and helpless childhood, Wamir believed in the existence of gods wholeheartedly, and he even interpreted his mother's brilliant and soft blond hair when she died as a miracle without authorization.

It was only later, when the child grew up that his hands were strong enough to hold a sword, and the continuous war career began to make him disdain to believe that where the soul of a person should go has nothing to do with the warriors , but the sour smell when the meat rots is real.

Wamir accepted the praying palm. Whether there is a god or not is not a question worth arguing, but at the point of chaos of fate, people will naturally ignore the reality and turn to the void to place a devout hope, Wamir Mir's chest was stuffy, his eyes were sore, and his vision was blurred. What he kneeled was not a statue of a god, but a prayer.

"They're in your blood."

Are they in my blood?

In the blood, in the blood, in the blood!

As if the last chord of self-control and pride had been cut short, the young vampire collapsed on the pale marble floor, crawling, shoulders trembling, emotions agitated, tears streaming down his face, until now he really understood , such a noun is not describing a metaphor, blood?blood!It was a real thing that flowed in his veins!

Accompanied by his heart-piercing despair, Wamir felt very clearly the state of blood boiling inside his body, the rapidly rising temperature, the burning arteries, the tumbling of hot air, from the atrium to the fingertips, across the soul, It gushes out until the end, evaporates until it dries up completely, vowing to burn him into a brand new person.

However, all this is not over.

"I want you to find them."

I found it, I really found it, but I'm not happy at all, I don't want to believe it at all, what should I do?

The flames were extinguished, but Wamir didn't feel rejoicing, deep ennui surrounded him, he was like an exhausted drowning man, the endless sea of ​​despair submerged him, the waves hit his short blond hair, and the dark The call of the fathers of the blood clan came from afar...

Closing his eyelids, when he completely lost consciousness and was buried in the cold, Wamir remembered the last sentence of the prince's whispered explanation in the ice room.

"They are your destiny."

But fate cannot be escaped!