Astral Traveler [Quick Transmigration]

Murphy woke up again.

It is said that he fell into a coma for two full weeks, and was tossed and turned dozens of times in human medical facilities around the world. Everything lost in his body was replaced in different ways. Avoid getting weaker.

Then who would be so boring to save people back?

In terms of financial and material resources, only His Excellency the Duke is left.

Murphy woke up for the second time and saw that Enoch was indeed beside the bed.

Enoch had an ugly expression, stared at Murphy, and said, "You made me an exception."

Murphy smiled weakly, his lips were pale and black, and said, "No one can make you do this unless you want it yourself."

Enoch stretched out his hand, grasping Murphy's neck with a cold hand, and frowned, as if seeing an incomprehensible problem: "I have prepared everything. I will be there at seven o'clock, and you will be dead by then. There is no thought of saving you, it is meaningless..."

Murphy closed his eyes and sighed softly: "I believe now that you don't have a first love."

Enoch said, "What did you say?"

Murphy said: "I'm so tired, I don't have the energy to speak, come closer..."

Enoch leaned down, and then saw Murphy bit the tip of his own tongue.

The moment the blood dripped out, Enoch didn't react at all.He should have stopped it immediately, Murphy almost died from blood loss.

But Enoch didn't respond.

Murphy stretched out his hand with great difficulty, grabbed his neck, pulled him down a little, and pressed his lips against it.

So Enoch still tasted the blood.

Ten minutes later, Murphy woke up for the third time.

"Easy! I'm going to die." Murphy couldn't bear it anymore, "That's my tongue! It's not barbecue!"

Enoch still stood there, watching his lips open and close as he spoke.

After a while, the bridge of his nose rubbed against Murphy's cheek, his light breath blew on Murphy's lips, and then he rubbed his lips against each other.

There was no smell of blood anymore, and the small wound on the tip of Murphy's tongue healed at some point.

However, the excitement after the hunger and thirst of eating seemed to stay a little longer—no, not long enough.

Enoch tentatively tasted it again.

……

A few days later, Murphy woke up for the fourth time.

He was already lying back on his normal bed, surrounded by rather dull decorations, must have been some kind of medieval decoration.He barely stood up, pushed open the wooden window sill, and sure enough, he saw that he was in a certain castle.

After he woke up, a few servants entered the room, packed things and set meals by themselves, and then walked out in silence.

Murphy had never seen normal human food on the territory of the blood race, but it was obvious that this meal was made by a human chef, and it was quite rich from appetizers to desserts.

He ate to his heart's content, then put on a coat, and began to wander around the castle.

In the old castle of the blood clan, there is obviously no need for any light source.Even in the daytime, this place is horribly gloomy. As far as human eyesight is concerned, even the road under your feet cannot be seen.

Murphy staggered while leaning on the wall, and then saw a person holding a candlestick walking towards him.

Enoch walked over with a candlestick in his hand. He was clearly a vampire, but when he was bathed in the candlelight at this moment, he looked like a holy angel.From his face to his temperament, he is flawless, and everyone who sees him will want to worship him.

Murphy stood there admiring, but Enoch stuffed the candlestick into his hand and said, "Why are you still so weak?"

"..." Murphy said, "I'm a weak human being, I'm so sorry."

Enoch seemed a little displeased, his eyes swept across Murphy's face, he put one hand on Murphy's waist, and the next moment he half dragged and half hugged him and flew up.

They landed in the restaurant on the second floor, and Enoch ordered the food to be served, and then ordered Murphy to eat.

Murphy said, "No thanks, I've had it."

Enoch frowned slightly and stared at him: "Extra food can gain more energy, and energy promotes wound healing."

Murphy said with a smile: "That's the habit of the blood race. Humans are very weak. If I forcefully eat more, I will get sick-and become weaker."

Enoch seemed to have seen some incredible species, looked at Murphy for a moment, and said, "Humans are too much trouble."

For this, Murphy nodded in agreement.

At night, Murphy was a little dizzy again, so he had to lie on the bed and rest.

There are voices outside, because the real time for the blood race has begun.

After tossing and turning for a while, Murphy was still awake and heard the door being opened.Looking back, it was indeed the Duke who came in.

It's rare, Enoch has a faint smell of blood, probably because the blood races have other entertainment tonight, of course, it may also be...

"Hey, have you eaten outside?" Murphy asked bluntly.

Enoch didn't speak, his brows were tightly frowned, and he walked directly to the bedside, and a long shadow covered Murphy on the bed.

Murphy propped himself up on one hand and looked up at him, exposing his neck and collarbone.

Enoch's breathing was a little short. After a while, he bent down, his lips followed Murphy's neck artery all the way down, leaving cold hickeys along the way, and then the tip of the fangs lightly touched the collarbone.He hesitated.

Soon, the weak Murphy couldn't support his posture and lay back.

But Enoch reached out and wrapped his arms around his waist, wrapping him in his arms.Enoch almost seemed to be in a trance, leaving many marks on his chest, but it just didn't pierce the delicate skin there for a long time.

In the end, Murphy couldn't help himself: "Eat quickly, or I will die early and be reborn early."

Enoch breathed deeply and did not speak.

Murphy added, "And didn't I have a big vat of blood?"

"That was for Raeda," said Enoch.

Murphy almost laughed: "You saved me from the execution ground, and now you still pretend to be very principled?"

After he finished speaking, he immediately groaned softly, because Enoch's fangs finally slowly penetrated into his blood vessels as if retaliating for the words.

The saliva of the higher blood race has aphrodisiac and anesthesia effects, which can make the human beings who are eaten easily fall into the vortex of lust, unable to extricate themselves, and maintain an extremely happy mood even to death.

Murphy's will was strong enough to resist the effect, but he didn't.He saw Enoch with his eyes half closed, and he could feel his regular breathing as he sucked, and his arms getting stronger.

Then naturally, Enoch still hugged him, and fell into the bed together.

Enoch didn't drink too much blood, he left that blood vessel quite restrainedly, and finally stretched out his tongue to lick the small wound with still wanting more.

When he realized that Murphy was hard |, he paused and looked into Murphy's eyes.

Murphy was clearly awake, and leaned lazily in his arms, saying, "Little fairy, you have to solve the fire yourself..."

But obviously, Murphy's physical condition simply does not allow him to do anything else.

Enoch finally left the room directly.

Murphy was a little surprised at the cheekiness of the blood race. He could walk out without expression in that situation. Didn't he see the green eyes of those servants?

All Kindred wanted to climb into Enoch's bed, and they felt that their chance had come.

Of course, that's just what they think.

From the second day on, Enoch forbade these servants to step into Murphy's room.The one who delivered his food was directly replaced by the butler of the old castle.

Mr. Butler looked at Murphy with the eyes of a Godzilla monster, and said, "Your Highness really dotes on you now, human being, but you'd better not push yourself too far."

Murphy said: "Yes, and I'm ugly, weak, and short-lived. At worst, I'll be kicked out after a few years. You don't have to worry about it here."

housekeeper:"……"

He was choked speechless, and felt that what Murphy said made sense.

It seems that there is really no need to warn such a weak and non-threatening human being, anyway...human beings are like that, just leave it alone, and wither for some reason.

Sure enough, within a few days, Murphy felt that he was about to wither.

Enoch would come to taste his blood every day, and once he tasted it, accidents would easily happen.When something happens... Murphy can't do anything.

Every day, he could only bear it. Looking in the mirror, Murphy felt that his face was purple, and he probably turned into an eggplant.

He said to Enoch: "Look, it's not an option to go on like this. Can't you become weaker, let's solve it once?"

Enoch was silent for a while, and said, "At least three days."

Murphy didn't follow his train of thought a bit: "Huh?"

Enoch's expression didn't change, and he said calmly, "I'll do it once, at least three days, it can't be any weaker."

Murphy's expression cracked.