[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

In the cold embrace of the man, Wamir smelled a breath, but it was not a pure familiarity that he relied on, on the contrary, it was entwined with some kind of smell that he didn't like the most, it was a kind of contamination The sense of strangeness, intimacy, and powerful disgust comes from a human being with a warm body, which is all.

He closed his eyes on his own, as if he had been stripped of all other senses, only the breath filling his nostrils became stronger and more provocative.

There is almost no light in this room. Although theoretically speaking, a piece of darkness is indeed beneficial to vampires, but for the person involved, the condition of the person invited is not very good. In Mo Yu's view, there is no need for Wamir to continue to live in the interrogation room. Fortunately, within his ability, it is not difficult to change the little vampire to a better configuration.

Qi Ran has a lot of real estate in his hands, and there is also a private medical team. Wamir has just been handed over, and he has not yet completely escaped the state of being controlled by others. Many things are inconvenient.

On the other hand, under Mo Yu's watchful eyes, Qi Ran was not willing to make any big noises. He planned the business in the group step by step and allocated the resources of Wamir. As for the true thoughts of the young people, the prince Whether he is willing or not, whether Qi Ran is comfortable or not, are not Mo Yu's primary considerations.

But there is one truth about love that will never change - for those lovers who can't ask for it, people will allow them to have a little willful right.

***

Wamir's new residence was arranged in a private club under Qi Ran's name. There, the space was no longer stingily divided into small rooms one after another. The layout of the residence was extremely spacious, with high ceilings, white The bed sheets are clean and smooth, and the first-class daily necessities are all available. Even a time traveler like Mo Yu who has lived for several lifetimes will think that it is really not bad.

Putting the little vampire on the big bed in the middle of the bedroom, Mo Yu surveyed the surrounding environment on his own, and finally set his exquisite eyes on a mirror embedded on the wall of the hall.

He had previously instructed Qi Ran that he did not need any special escort in Wamir's temporary residence, but his consideration was not because he was really afraid of the eyeliner of the prince's subordinates, but just to stop letting him sleep on the bed. The little vampire is just stimulated.

From the very beginning, Mo Yu never expected complete sincerity. After all, some talents are more like vampires in human society. After staying in the dark for a long time, they are not even qualified to think in the sun. For me, although blatant surveillance doesn't work, small actions under house arrest are okay, but Mo Yu doesn't care.

Qi Ran and others are just like, but he and Wamir will really eat human flesh and blood.

The traveler put a finger on the mirror, turned his head to look at the projection on the glass, and thought, sure enough, this mirror has one-way perspective.

Wamir, who was still lying flat on the bed, didn't know about it. In other words, he noticed it but didn't care about it. After all, the worst has already happened, so these small actions can't make any ripples. To omit it, but only two points of the aura of watching with cold eyes is left.

"Can you give me a pair of scissors?" Wamir's timid voice sounded from behind Mo Yu.

Regarding this, Mo Yu cast a hesitant look. His first reaction was that Wamir was about to smash the mirror. The young man was still lying flat on the wide bed, and he tilted his head slightly awkwardly because of Mo Yu's sizing up. Calmly added in response, "Nothing, just wanted a haircut."

As if still worried that Mo Yu would not believe it, Wamir parted his lips and added, "It's too long."

The vampire's right hand was buried in the golden hair scattered on the pillow, and there was a rare feeling of loneliness in the vampire's words.

But, do vampires really need a haircut?Mo Yu complained helplessly in her heart.

I learned in biology class that hair is keratinized dead cells. Even if a vampire does not repair it, theoretically speaking, it cannot grow at all, but on the other hand, even if it is cut short with scissors, then In the face of the god-defying self-healing ability of the blood race, such a special organization will return to its original length within a week.

In other words, after so many years, leaving out the underage vampires like little Aisha, vampires are a race that can change their hairstyles, but not the length of their hair. Even the length of Mo Yu's hair is fixed at The shape before the mutation.

Therefore, at this moment, Mo Yu expressed that he could not accept Wamir's brain circuit.

However, "Please." The little vampire begged pitifully, his pale cheeks half sunken in the soft pillow, leaving only one blue eye, which was full of heart-pounding fragility. feel.

Mo Yu's mind fell into the blue ocean, and his thoughts were brought up by the gentle sea breeze. Consciously or unconsciously, he thought about some things. During the two days when Wamir was imprisoned, someone touched his hair ?That's why he hated it so much, and wanted something new to come out.

Wamir noticed the change in the expression of the person in front of him. He sat up slowly, curled his slender arms around his body, and said unwillingly, "I just want to relearn human life."

The tone was calm, and the explanation was simple, but it made Mo Yu secretly startled. He raised his eyebrows, and in a burst of inconceivable feelings, he only felt a violent storm suddenly turning up in the blue ocean, which almost beat him to death.

Looking back and counting the days, how long has Wamir lived in that kind of life without independent personality, hundreds of years, and it is still hundreds of years, but such a long-standing habit has only been tortured for two days before he is determined to change it?

But this time, Mo Yu, who knew everything about Wamir, was wrong. In fact, in the past few hundred years, not only Wamir has changed, but also himself.

In the process of getting along with the little vampire day and night, the traverser who has gone through all the plots has long since stopped treating Wamir as an equal individual. Over the long years, he has become accustomed to Wamir's silence, forbearance and loyalty.

In his impression, nothing he did would have any impact on the relationship between the two of them, and Wamir's indifference made everything he did more understandable.

Therefore, Mo Yu did not include himself and Qi Ran in the reason for the change in Wamir at all. After all, in Mo Yu's subconscious mind-set, a master is a master, a slave is a slave, and a person is a person. A dog is a dog.

Dogs will fight for bones, and slaves will of course be jealous, but dogs can only fight with dogs and cannot bite people.

In the basement of the chapel, facing the human confession, Mo Yu once held Wamir in his arms and said to Qiran that he didn’t need what Qiran gave him. Judging from the situation at that time, it seemed that Wamir took all of it. It is cheap, but it is not, because translated, the real meaning of this sentence is that he does not need a lover.

But it has nothing to do with what kind of dog he has.

No matter how much Mo Yu favors the little vampire, before the official confrontation between Qi Ran and Wamir, Wamir was already on the verge of losing, because in Mo Yu's cognition, Qi Ran is a human being, while Wamir is A dog is an accessory that cannot be put on the table.

As for all of this, even though Mo Yu couldn't see clearly for the time being, it didn't mean that Wamir couldn't understand.

After so many years, under the stimulation of some deja vu and emotion, it is not that Wamir did not ignite the extravagant desire for hope in a state of ashes, but later the years passed, the enthusiasm was wiped out, and the sporadic hopes disappeared in the wind. In the past, from spring to autumn, under the vicious circle, he has no other thoughts, not to mention, for Mo Yu, he still has the biggest capital.

The long lifespan of the blood race and Mo Yu's indifference to world affairs are the little vampire's tranquilizer. He thinks this is very good, even the posture of kneeling down to that person is good.

Until Qi Ran appeared!

Until Qi Ran!

Wamir sat on the soft bed, there was still a faint smile on the corner of his lips, but his heart ached badly, as if his flesh and blood had been pierced by a cold knife, passing through his body. The chest bit by bit encroached on his heart, and at this moment, Wamir realized that kneeling like this was not good at all, and he didn't want to kneel like this again.

Qi Ran is not an imaginary enemy within his expected range, he is very bad, difficult, and abrupt, but this is not the point, the most important thing is that he can see that Mo Yu cares about him very much, and he treats him differently. What he cares about is the kind of care that connects soul and body, and this kind of care is more unbearable than the abuse that makes him feel so disgusted.

Wamir hid his feelings very well. Mo Yu, who was standing by the side, knew nothing about it, and his reckless behavior became a lock that made him stand still. The thinking of the traveler was restricted by a deep-rooted habit. Once you enter a certain regular circle, you can't get out no matter what.

He simply passed every small change of Wamir through a magnifying glass, and then fell into his black pupils. Compared with the thousands of turns in Wamir's heart, he was shocked, but the entangled problem was nothing more than A slightly ridiculous one, should I send a pair of scissors over.

But after thinking about it, I felt that such worry was unnecessary. The vampire's hands pierced gold and cracked stones easily. If I really want to do something, do I still need scissors? Since I can't think of any better reason, then It should come naturally.

"I see." Mo Yu replied. Accompanied by such a reply, he vaguely felt that he had left something behind, but he had no choice but to find that he didn't know where to find it, so he had to whisper softly, "Okay!" rest."

***

The room where Vamir was left alone seemed extremely empty. The blond blood race stretched his limbs and arranged his body into a big extended character. He imitated the appearance at that time, squinting his eyes and began to recall the shameful past of the previous two days. It was unexpectedly calm.

Not only is there no hatred, not only no resentment, on the contrary, in those confused memories, there are some self-satisfied, joyful, and even faintly revealing feelings of gratitude, slowly rising at the entrance of a cloud-like dream.

Wamir pulled himself together and silently ordered to himself, "Don't sleep yet."

Then, unwillingly, he climbed out of bed, walked barefoot to the window, pulled one hand on the black curtain, and pulled it hard, the midday sun suddenly shone in, as hot as a flame.

At that moment, Wamir realized vaguely that he hadn't touched this kind of thing for a long, long time.

Originally a lean and perfect figure, because of the torture of the past two days, he has a tendency to become thinner. He slowly raised his hand and stroked the marks on his wrist with his fingers. The light of noon fell on Wamir's pale skin. The little vampire's body twitched for a moment, but he quickly got used to it. In his opinion, this long-lost burning pain was very charming.

In a ray of light, Wamir began to stroke back the fine hair on his forehead until his smooth forehead was exposed.

Cursing the corners of his lips, he glanced back at the way he came. His eyes passed through the bedroom, through the cold air and the long space, and fell on the bright glass mirror in the hall, looking back at him. , with a sophisticated and slightly provocative look, that was his shadow.

The smile on Wamir's face deepened, but he seemed to feel that this kind of smile was not very flattering, so he put on a cute and docile look, and smiled again.

"Qi Ran." He said silently to the large mirror in the hall, such a hateful name, such a tender and affectionate call, compared with each other, it is enough to make the scalp numb and the back of the person opposite to observe carefully. .

"Guess, will he come to like me?" If I behave more and more like a person.

On that day, the facts once again proved that no matter when, a sense of crisis is always a good means to promote progress.