Astral Traveler [Quick Transmigration]

Enoch didn't realize at the time that this daring human being was saying something flirty.

However, the faces of the surrounding blood races were already turning blue, and trembling currents flowed one after another in their cold bodies—they were afraid that Enoch would get angry, and once the pure blood races got angry, it would definitely not be a catastrophe that a mere human could solve.

But Enoch didn't seem to be angry, his eyes were cold, and his tone was also cold: "You don't have the right to choose."

He was talking to Murphy.

A strong coercion shrouded Murphy's body, and Murphy was not even allowed to answer a single syllable.

Then His Excellency the Duke casually said to Countess Rita: "He is yours."

Ruida's gaze became hot for a moment—even though she fully understood that this was the Duke's compensation for her damaged face, this was still the first time that the Duke gave blood food to anyone in public.

Rui Da licked her scarlet lips, and the blood race's unique excitement gradually brewed in her mellow eyes—in that excitement, there was desire and violence.

Before the banquet was over, Murphy was dragged out.

Before long, Countess Rita returned to her domain.The first thing she did was slit Murphy's artery.

"I'll give you one last chance. Make it delicious again, Dim Sum," Rita said maliciously, "or you'll die soon. If you're tasty enough, maybe I'll want to hide you in the freezer Here, eat two more times in the future."

"Oh." Murphy sighed.

Then, his blood turned delicious indeed.

At first, Rita thought it was her own victory, and that sigh was Murphy's last resistance under despair.

But soon, she will understand everything.

——This is Murphy's victory.

……

After 20 days.

The room was filled with the smell of blood, and Rita's painful screams echoed throughout the castle.

Murphy sat on the only intact chair, folded his hands, propped his chin, and looked at Rita blankly.

Reida's figure was tossing back and forth in the room like a dark whirlwind.She smashed through the wall, smashed the good screen with her bare hands, then shattered the glass, stabbed her palm frantically with the fragments, let the palm become bloody, and healed under the powerful self-healing ability of the vampire. Back and forth... Use this pain to divert your attention.

"Give me...give me...no!!"

The countess' precious blood spilled all over the ground, corroding the fine wooden floor, and even the four sides of the room were stained black by her blood.

Finally, her willpower broke easily like a fragile string.She jumped in front of Murphy, almost biting his forearm with one bite.

"No... not this..." But Rita was not satisfied at all, "give me blood...give me real blood!"

Murphy's face was flat, and he didn't even bother to retract his scarred arm.He looked at Rui Da, and his tone could even be said to be kind and gentle: "Haven't you tried it many times? It won't work."

Rui Da's eyes were about to split, her whole body twitched for a long time, and finally she collapsed in front of him, struggling and said: "Give me the blood... give that..."

Murphy smiled, reached out and gently stroked her hair: "Good boy, kneel down."

Rita knelt down.

Murphy added: "Lick it clean first."

Rita sticks out her tongue, like a docile puppy, and licks his wrist clean.

Murphy laughed again.

As if promised by his pleasure, Rita nestled tremblingly at his feet.

Murphy was finally willing to move. He lightly cut a one-centimeter cut on his wrist, and the blood flowing out of it exuded an incredible fragrance.

"It's this! It's this!" Rui Da suddenly became excited, and her eyes were filled with red liquid—the blood race has no tears.She knelt there, licking the little bit of blood one by one, her eyes became blurred and satisfied again, and she finally calmed down.

She fell limp, with an obsessed smile on her face.

Everything that happened in this room subverted the order of this world, but at this moment, no third person knew about it.

Murphy pushed open the door and walked out, went to the study on his own, and flipped through the travel notes that he hadn't finished reading yesterday.

At night, the sober Rita also came, bringing Murphy's food for the day.

Her eyes were full of anger and hatred, but also fear—she was still very scared, and she was afraid that she would never be satisfied after killing Murphy.When the craving for Murphy's blood came on, she was irrational, devoid of dignity, a lowly maggot, but she couldn't help herself, and she trembled with fear at the thought of having to experience this craving again, Unable to stand alone.

No, she couldn't afford to lose Murphy at all.

If there was any way to get Murphy's blood of joy, Rita would have already tried it regardless of the cost - even if she had to commit herself to serving Murphy, it would be no big deal, but this man would never give up because of this cheap entertainment. Give the blood down.

Murphy would only say: "This is not acceptable." Then he sighed softly.

At this moment, Murphy sighed again and said, "Oh, I almost forgot the business."

He turned his head and ordered naturally: "Reda, I'm ready to send an invitation card. I miss Your Excellency Enoch a little bit."

Hearing the word "Enoch", Rita trembled suddenly.

But she has no choice.

……

The Duke had no intention of meeting Rita at all.

Until Murphy hung a dog collar around Rita's neck, and then led her around the Duke's gate twice.

Before the Countess' scandal was publicized, the Duke wisely executed all the servants who saw the scene that day, and then arranged for a hidden place.

In any case, the majesty of the blood race must not be corrupted in the hands of a human being.What's more, Ruida is also a noble earl after all. For the blood race with a sparse population, she is a very important female nobleman.

There were two chairs in the reception room, and Murphy was sitting opposite Enoch.

And Rita sat on the ground at his feet, trembling slightly, not only looking forward to Enoch's rescue of her from this terrible fate, but also fearing that Murphy, as a fragile human being, would die easily.She was so conflicted that she almost killed herself.

Seeing her like this, Enoch frowned in a rare way.

"What is your purpose?" the Duke said coldly.

Murphy smiled, glanced at the Duke's eyebrows, and said, "I really like beautiful things. As beautiful as His Highness, as long as he can appear in my sight, I feel very good."

After he finished speaking, Enuo didn't even move his eyebrows, and said calmly, "I will execute you."

Before Murphy could speak, Rita began to tremble again.

Enoch's eyes swept over Rita, and then at Murphy, the arc of the eyelashes at that moment was like a slow-motion replay.He went on: "Three days. I'll give you three days, take as much blood as you can, and wean Raeda—then you'll die."

"It's not getting the best blood," Murphy said.

After he finished speaking, Enoch said: "So in these three days, I can fulfill one of your dying wishes. What I will exchange with you is what you call the best blood."

"What if I insist on not cooperating?" Murphy said.

Enoch said, "Reda will die with you."

Rita went limp in an instant, she understood very well: the Duke doesn't need trash.

Then Murphy said, "What if my dying wish is for you to taste the blood of pleasure?"

Enoch said, "Yes."

Murphy laughed. He lifted his collar, exposing his smooth collarbone. It was a part that Rita was not allowed to touch, and there flowed blood that was closer to the heart.

He pressed a small knife there, and with a little force, two blood beads were forced out.

The smell of the blood of joy soon filled the whole room, and Ruida's breathing became uncontrollably rapid.

Enoch unbuttoned the top button of his collar, walked over, and his voice sank: "Are you sure?"

Murphy stared at him and said, "I'm sure."

Enoch finally approached, and there was a faint scent of grass and trees on his body, as if he had deliberately hidden the fishy smell that all blood people had.Looking closer, that face was flawless, and a powerful and noble aura soon enveloped it.

He bent down, and his faint breath brushed against Murphy's collarbone.

Murphy's two bright red blood beads trembled, exuding a strange sweet fragrance.Until then, the Duke's pupils finally shrank, revealing traces of desire.

Enoch suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Murphy's wrist, threw away the small knife that was in the way, and then pressed Murphy directly on the bookshelf behind him, pressing his body over, and the gap between his thin lips revealed faintly. The tip of the fang.