[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Moonrise, little Aisha with blond curly hair woke up from her coffin, pushed away the gilded wooden coffin lid with her small palm, alternated a pair of short legs, and ran from the basement to the hall with ease, pulling away the thick crimson coffin The curtains, the brilliant and prosperous peach blossoms are so full of eyes through the glass.

I heard from Mo Yu that the peach tree was planted by a good family many years ago. It was cultivated day and night, watered with care, and when it bears fruit, it was generously given to those travelers who were destined to pass by. It is a beautiful thing.

Little Aisha usually likes it very much, but there is a Tang character engraved unevenly on the tree trunk. Although it has become mottled a lot after a long time, it is really an eyesore.

Turning around to go to the kitchen, little Aisha opened the refrigerator door, and a neat row of little mice came into view, which was as annoying as the Tang character.

"I don't like this kind of breakfast." Little Aisha raised her eyebrows and then turned to complain to Mo Yu who had been busy at the table.

Actually I don't like it either.Mo Yu responded silently in his heart, but the attitude of his parents did not allow him to tell the truth. In addition, he also liked this little vampire who was the great-granddaughter of Vamir's generation.

With blond curly hair, sea-blue eyes, and small and delicate features, Aisha now looks like a five-year-old girl, but her mind is already mature, and she is actually very cute when she complains with a straight face.

Mo Yu was amused by her, rubbed the top of the girl's head, then raised her hand and took out a fresh little mouse from the refrigerator. The vampire's nails were like a sharp knife. Gently pick it apart, and then with a little force, the whole piece of leather came off the mouse like a piece of clothing, and with another twist, the flapping lungs and beating heart were also pulled out.

Squeezing the collected blood into the cup with ease, and turning around, she saw that little Aisha had buried her fangs directly into the neck of another mouse——Mo Yu suddenly felt that she was being gentle In fact, he couldn't stand the fangs of his own blood.

Mo Yu didn't blame little Aisha for her disgust. After all, in this world, even he himself couldn't find any race that was more aggrieved than vampires. In a society ruled by law, even household registration control is not something to be fooled by. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many vampire self-help associations?

"Where's Dad?" It was Vamir who asked.

Although I don't know how many generations there are between Little Aisha and the protagonist, but in order to abide by the laws of human life, she just compromises like this.

"Your father has gone out to support the family." Mo Yu said.

Wamir's business is not opened for three years, and one eats for three years. In fact, such cases of not being at home are actually quite rare.

But what about at home?Mo Yu has long been too lazy to talk to Wamir.The traverser put away the cup, and thought silently, according to the timeline, he has already overfulfilled the task, it's time to go home, ah, ah!

After a rare moment of deep thought, I looked over the glass window, and the night in Waihai City rushed towards my face through the peach blossoms, obviously, it was time to go back.

"Mr. Mo, your book." Little Aisha took the Bible from the shelf after breakfast.

Mo Yu took it and smiled slightly. Religion has always been a good way to control people's hearts, but reading the Bible to vampires in the vampire self-help club is still unbelievable.

"Is Aisha still not going to the self-help club?" Mo Yu asked with a smile.

"No," Little Aisha shook her head and said, "I'll wait for Dad to come back at home."

***

As the dawn approached, Little Aisha still did not wait for her father, but Wamir waited for Mo Yu, who had returned from the mission.

In the spring of March, peach blossoms are dotted, and the spring breeze enters the room through the wide-open windows. Wamir knelt down on his knees in such a precipitous spring breeze.

As soon as Mo Yu entered the door, he saw the young man kneeling at the door. His blond hair, which was loose at random, was combed back meticulously, and there was even a hint of solemnity in his peaceful eyes.

According to the social fashion of this era, Wamir is wearing a slim and flat jet black suit with a dark blue striped tie between the pure white inner collar. His back is straight and his expression is solemn, with a kind of ascetic sex appeal. .

Mo Yu lowered his eyebrows slightly after seeing this. He has been with the protagonist for too long, and he clearly knows why Wamir is kneeling at this time, or why he is kneeling like this—this is unique to Wamir. way of courtship.

From other families, no matter if it is Chang'e or Zaokang, if they want to attract happy things, they all have spring eyes and disheveled clothes. Only their own ones have solemn expressions, and they insist on wearing formal decorations that are ascetic and flat. It's like going to the execution ground.

Mo Yu stood quietly at the door for a while, squinting her eyes and counting the date silently, when she watched the protagonist stroke her hand and wanted to change her shoes, she walked away again.

The traveler does not recommend helping his little vampire with his physical needs at certain times, but he feels that there is really no need to do the kind of thing that caused trouble but came to him for comfort.

As expected, the cup on the dining table contained fresh blood, human blood.

Wamir's business is simple and crude, cost-free, fast, profitable and secretive, and it is the kind of job that kills people.

Mo Yu gave Wamir a cold look, but was slightly puzzled by the behavior of the blond vampire.

Sitting quietly in front of the cold metal dining table, looking at the red flowing in the glass, what poured into the ear was a moving begging, "Please." light, he said, "I want to do it."

After looking at each other for a short while, Wamir got permission. The young man put his trembling pale and slender hands on Moyu's waist. Time stood still and the space was quiet. Wamir clearly knew what to do to satisfy the man.

All the sounds seemed particularly abrupt and ambiguous in the unusually quiet atmosphere.

***

The feeling of being stuffed in the mouth is actually uncomfortable. The blond blood's throat moved slightly, the corners of the eyes were flushed, and the face was flushed, but all these changes were not entirely due to pain. Mo Yu lowered his eyes and saw Wa Somewhere on Mir's body is rapidly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A light and seductive voice flowed from Wamir's throat, with a tone of trouble like confession, but all of this was not entirely due to sex.

"I was seen." Wamir explained with something in his mouth, and the language he sobbed was broken and nostalgic.

Hearing this, Mo Yu sneered, this is the other side of Wamir, compared with the meticulousness in politics, he has always been lazy about his job of supporting his family but killing people, but even so, the vampire His ability also makes him rarely miss.

But if there is, it will be enough to make everyone worry together for a while.

"Did you keep your mouth shut?" Mo Yu asked lightly.

"...No." Wamir replied with drooping eyelashes.

Mo Yu glanced down with a half-smile, and saw that Wamir's lower body had swelled out of shape, and he put one foot on the unspeakable part viciously, separated by the fabric, the rough leather sole and the Wamir's hot eyes touched.

"It's a kid," Vamir added nervously.

"Enough." Mo Yu ordered, as if she didn't care anymore, grabbed the hair on the back of the person in front of her with her right hand.

This was an order to make Wamir focus on the moment. The blond blood clearly knew that Mo Yu was on the verge of pleasure, and his throat moved slightly, before slowly sending the man's body parts out of his mouth.

But what both of them did not expect was that when Mo Yu vented, he was not the only one who achieved pleasure.

Mo Yu never thought that the punitive step when he was excited would cause Wamir to ejaculate, and his black suit pants were wet. He lowered his eyes to look at Wamir, and saw the man with a dazed look on his face. Stained with white turbidity.

A voice that pretended to be calm came out hoarsely from the blond blood race's throat.

"...I'm going to wash my face."