[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

At dawn when Wamir came back from the Holy See, he was not surprised to see the long-awaited figure of Orillia in his mansion. What made people sad was that, facing that extremely beautiful face, even if he raised The spirit can't afford any perfunctory smile out of courtesy.

Aurilla stepped forward, and she was very excited to plan the journey to regain power for the blood race who returned alone. She expressed her love for Vamir and her fear of losing him in a warm and melodious voice.

In this regard, Wamir chose to open his eyes wide in pain to see the development of the situation clearly, but in that silent night alone with Aurilla... he closed his eyes.

But despite this, the feeling of love/event is so real, even, to some extent, more real than those painful, twitching, sweaty body feelings on the night of Vamir's accident.

From Aurilla's long hair, which was as soft as silk, to her round and smooth nails, every inch of her skin, every touch of her skin was so unnegligible.

That is the graceful figure and stunning beauty that wandering poets can't finish praising with thousands of poems and lines, it is a woman's body, and the embodiment of fate.

For Wamir, the responsibility of reproduction is something that has shape, weight, temperature, texture, and bad taste, and his personality has become shameless and extremely noble at the same time in this responsibility.

In those inadvertent eye contact, the blue pupils reflected each other's expressions...Vamir went straight to heaven at that moment, and then fell into hell in a daze.

After the end, the blond-haired vampire came out of the room naked, and the cold air surrounded his body. His expression was dark and unclear, making it difficult to guess his mood, but what is certain is that he has finally defined his own position. He also really respected the rules of vampires.

"Vamir, do you dare to bite me?"

Mo Yu's provocative voice was still clearly heard in his mind, and Wamir lowered his head and smiled, thinking that he already knew the answer.

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As soon as Mo Yu looked back on the high platform, he saw the naked protagonist looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

The blue pupils have a thrilling style, as if they are picking colors from the end of the ocean where the sun rises and the moon sets.

"I know what you want me to do?" Wamir stared at the meticulous clothing of the traverser, and said lightly.

The blond-haired vampire leaned forward, and the night wind blew by, with a palpitating and bewitching feeling, a numbness spread from Mo Yu's neck.

The pure-blood bite, without the unbearable and chaotic sense of madness of the mutants, is calm with a trace of tenderness and concern.

The black pupils gradually enlarged, and Mo Yu hugged Wamir back in this feeling, and what he touched was the smooth pale skin of the other party, the protagonist's fangs were buried in the traverser's artery, and the human fingertips were stuck in the blood race. Between the skin and flesh, in that painful but tender embrace, Mo Yu clearly outlined the future of this world...

The mixed-race Vamir gave Aurilla a higher pregnancy rate, and they would give birth to offspring to consolidate their status, and humans and vampires would no longer be so repulsive, and the war would cease.

But in contrast, the rule that humans and vampires are not allowed to marry has collapsed. It is not difficult for the handsome vampires who long for offspring to find the love of human girls. If things go on like this, the lineage of vampires will become thinner and thinner. There will be less and less in reproduction, and as time goes by, at the end, the once famous blood clan will freeze into the absurd legend in the ancient poems.

But after all, it was a long, long time later. It is only said that tonight, Wamir, who completed the transformation of the first embrace, did not live up to his expectations. After tonight, he will be invincible, he will be invincible, no one Can stop him, even Mo Yu is the same.

Thinking of this, the corners of Mo Yu's lips slowly curled up, and he whispered to Wamir with an admiring smile.

"Good boy."