Forced to lie down after wearing cannon fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Lavelle glanced at Visky, walked over suddenly, and pushed him out of the window before he could say another word.

There was a "bang" sound outside.

After thinking about it, he still walked to the door, gently pushed it open and took a look inside.

Wen Chu was already asleep, lying sideways on the bed with his collar slightly undone, his hands resting on the edge of the bed, his forearms dangling outside.

Lavelle walked over, helped him cover the quilt as lightly as possible, and then held his wrist and stuffed it into the quilt.

After finishing these, he sat on the chair next to him, thinking about what Vesch had just said in his mind.

His gaze fell unconsciously on Wen Chu's face, and the light shone down, outlining a clear outline, with shallow breathing and slightly heaving chest.

Lavel pursed his lower lip, looked away, stood up suddenly and turned off the lights. After the surroundings were dark, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop together.

He sat back in his original position.

When Wen Chu waited for Lavelle to leave yesterday, he couldn't help but fell asleep and didn't eat. He was woken up by starvation in the morning.

Before he could sit up, he paused for a moment due to the sensitivity that Vesch had trained him, and looked towards the foot of the bed. He thought it was Vesch who ran over again, but when he looked over, he realized it was another person.

Lavelle was sitting on the chair, leaning back, with his elbows resting on the armrest of the chair, his eyes were open, and he was looking at...Wen Chu without blinking.

"..."

Wen Chu woke up immediately, and he scratched his messy hair: "Why are you the same as Wei Siqi?"

Lavelle frowned slightly: "It's the same."

"Just like now," Wen Chu said, "I woke up early in the morning and found him..."

He got stuck in the middle of the sentence, and he couldn't say the words "stare at me" to Lavelle, and he seemed very affectionate.

The voice was very vague: "Sit on the bedside and watch."

Lavelle snorted coldly: "He is sick."

Wen Chu looked at him, wondering if this person realized that he scolded himself too.

Wen Chu asked, "Why are you here?"

"This is my room," Lavelle said.

Oh, Wenchu ​​came back to his senses, thinking that he was still occupying someone else's bed, so he asked casually, "You haven't slept all night?"

"The blood race won't have any effect if it doesn't sleep for several nights in a row."

Still not asleep?Wen Chu's movement of getting out of bed suddenly paused: "So...you just sat here?"

Lavelle didn't speak, as if trying to deny it with silence.

He coughed lightly: "Is your body still uncomfortable?"

Wen Chu shook his head.

"Today is the second stage of the election conference," Lavelle stood up, "Let's go there together after breakfast."

Wen Chu was taken aback for a moment: "I still want to go there?"

"Well," Lavelle said, "I can rest assured that you are in my sight."

Wen Chu bit the tip of his tongue, looked away, pretending that he didn't hear that sentence.

He bent down to put on his shoes: "What about last time? Why did the two of them pull me over last time?"

"It may be that I feel that my state is not right, and I am afraid that I will do something impulsive."

"What's the matter?" Wen Chu looked up at him.

"It's like..." Lavelle paused, "Blow up that castle, and take away the nobles inside by the way."

Lavelle told him that he was going to kill a bunch of nobles in a tone of discussing the weather, but Wen Chuyi couldn't reply for a while, maybe it was a bit too "impulsive".

"So," Wen Chu realized a question, "They all know what's on your mind?"

"I know." Lavelle was very calm, "The three of them always knew that I wanted the blood race to disappear."

"Then why didn't you just kill you..." Not to mention killing you directly, it didn't even seem to be suppressed. It can't be said that the three nobles plus one can't beat Lavelle.

"It's very complicated," Lavelle thought of something, "It's just a while before the start, I'll take you to that room to have a look."

After Wen Chu had dinner, he went with Lavelle to the place he wanted to go a long time ago.

The two of them didn't bring anyone with them, and they didn't cover up at all. When Lavelle went to the human world, he would bring a black cloak to hold the patrolling guards. This time, he just walked past.

He simply and neatly knocked out the blood race guards, and led Wen Chu into the corridor.

The corridor is very dark, there is no light, and you can't see your fingers.

Wen Chu glanced back, still a little confused, breaking in so easily?

Lavelle suddenly said: "There should be an agency here."

After finishing speaking, the two of them heard a "click" at the same time, and Lavelle stopped in his footsteps, looking down at the mechanism he stepped on.

He pulled Wen Chu to his side, bent slightly to study it.

"Can you see it?" Wen Chu asked.

"I can see that the blood race's night vision ability is very good." Lavel said, "But there is no light here, it should be afraid that the 'things' inside will come out."

Wen Chu was still thinking about what the "something" he was referring to, but Lavelle wrapped his arms around his waist without saying a word, and led him quickly to the side.

In the darkness, he saw a flash of light in front of his eyes, and the light was nailed to the position where the two were standing just now.

Wen Chu hadn't reacted yet, but Lavelle made another move, but directly led him up, tapped his toes on the walls on both sides, jumped away from the mechanism with his strength, and landed on the ground.

After passing all the way like this, Wen Chu hugged Lavelle tightly, the sound of weapons piercing through the air slid past his ears, and he felt for the first time what it means to fly over the wall.

When he finally stepped on the ground firmly, Wen Chu recovered from the exciting scene just now.

He couldn't see his surroundings clearly, but he could feel that Lavel seemed to be looking at him.

Wen Chu looked back at the past based on his feeling, and said very calmly: "I'm not scared."

Lavelle laughed, and seemed to disappear in the darkness.

He took a few steps forward, and put his fingers on the cold door, but then he didn't move. He turned around and looked at Wen Chu: "I don't know what I will encounter inside."

"If you knew we wouldn't have come here." Wen Chu walked over and pushed open the door, but he still underestimated the degree of madness of the blood race in a certain sense.

It was still dim in front of him, but there was a faint green fluorescent light everywhere in the room, shining on the scattered organs, and the smell of blood mixed with the incense placed to cover up the rotten smell filled the whole room.

The devices they used to "bask in the sun" were placed in front of them in rows at this time. The children who were only a few years old inside had green eyes wide open, looking forward without focus, and their bodies stood upright. Standing, motionless.

There are also several devices that do not have a penis, but are one person tall and complete with nerve fibers.

An overly horrifying scene appeared in front of his eyes. Wen Chuyi couldn't adapt to it for a while, he just felt his stomach churning, and the disgusting smell entered his nasal cavity. He frowned and covered his mouth and nose.

Lavelle glanced over the device and the hidden things one by one, and after seeing Wen Chu's uncomfortable expression, he said, "Let's go back first, and come back next time."

Wen Chu shook his head, hesitated for a while and then put down his hands. The room was filled with suffocating air. He turned his back and took a deep breath at the door, before turning back: "Go in and have a look."

But Lavelle took his hand involuntarily, closed the door with the other hand, pressed Wen Chu's shoulder, and made him turn over, facing the closed door.

"Wait here for a while."

Wen Chu's body froze for a moment, and he stretched out his hand to scratch his hair: "Actually, it's nothing, but the smell is a bit unpleasant."

Lavelle: "The smell of corpses and incense, I don't know how Kevin and Wisch stayed here for decades."

"After all, it's okay to be able to resist things like drinking blood," Wen Chu said.

"Normal vampires can't hold back," Lavelle said, "Those two are not normal."

"Is your vampire's sense of taste more sensitive than that of humans?" Wen Chu asked.

"It's also more adaptable to the taste."

After saying this, the two of them stopped talking, and the room fell into silence, and there was still a dull depression. Wen Chu stared at the crack in the door in front of him, and couldn't help but want to turn around.

Lavelle suddenly said: "Say something."

"What?" Wen Chu asked puzzled.

"You can say whatever you want, it's too quiet here."

"...I always feel that those children behind me are staring at me."

Wen Chu's heart suddenly beat violently. People always like to scare themselves. Those green empty eyes, glowing in the dim room, stared at him without blinking, as if they were about to burst open in the next second. The glass jar came to him and devoured him.

Other images flashed through my mind.

There is no temperature around, and the room is filled with not only an unpleasant smell, but also illusory death and pain everywhere, Wen Chu felt for a moment as if he was in hell.

Suddenly there was a slight touch on the shoulder, Wen Chuxin raised his throat, and countless nerves in his brain tensed up instantly.

In the next second, a hand came around and opened the door in front of him, and the back was no longer cold. With a reassuring temperature, a clear voice fell on the tip of the ear: "Don't look, let's go."

Lavelle gently pinched Wen Chu's shoulder, and his stiff body slowly relaxed.

Wen Chu didn't move. They stood in place. There was darkness in front of them, and a terrifying hell behind them. The two of them seemed to be the only creatures with warmth in this place.

"Those children..."

"Do you want to save them?" Ravel asked.

Wen Chu shook his head, he didn't know the situation now, and doing so rashly might cause even more trouble: "I just want to ask, were they human before?"

"I don't know," Lavelle said, "but not now."

"Then are they still alive?" Wen Chu asked.

Lavelle didn't speak, and moved his hand down Wen Chu's shoulder, grabbed his wrist, led him forward, and said softly, "Don't look back."

Wen Chu glanced back before the door was completely closed, and everything he saw just now had changed.

Nerve fibers were scattered in the device, and the standing child fell to his knees, his cheek pressed against the glass, and his face seemed to be sunken.

Wen Chu met a pair of gradually closing green eyes in the shrinking field of vision in front of him.

The line of sight was suddenly blocked by something, Lavel covered his eyes and sighed: "Why do you have to look back?"

Wen Chu's breathing stopped for an instant, and he suddenly felt a little out of breath: "Did you kill them...?"

Lavelle tightly covered his eyes with one hand, and leaned over to hug Wen Chu, his voice trembling undetectably: "Yes."

"What did you think of?" Ravel asked.

There was only darkness in his sight, and he couldn't see anything. Wen Chu closed his eyes, paused, and said, "Wei Siqi."

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