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

In this way, Vesch's anomaly has an explanation.

This should be some kind of experiment with humans or blood races, and Wisch is also one of the experimental subjects.

So as a vampire, you can live without sucking blood.

So when I saw those children, I had such a weird reaction, probably because I thought they would be arrested for such a painful experiment.

Wen Chu thought of when they were sitting on the cable car together, Wei Siqi put his face against the glass and refused to speak, but it was very similar to the scene just now.

When they went back, the mechanism didn't start again, and when they returned to the place where there was light, Wen Chu felt that the depression that had nowhere to rest in his heart seemed to have dissipated a little.

With the pungent smell from the laboratory on their bodies and clothes, the two of them went back to take a shower, and after a lot of delay, they walked towards the castle.

They went late, and the hall on the top floor was full of nobles.

At the beginning, it was the earl's confirmation. Lavelle took Wen Chu upright and went to the ground floor instead of going back to the room.

"What are you going to do?" Wen Chu asked while standing on the rapidly descending elevator.

"I said last time that I would show you all the interesting things here, and now I just have time."

Wen Chu has not recovered from the things he saw just now, he just wants to lie on the bed in the room, not in the mood to enjoy the scenery.

Lavelle seemed to know what he was thinking, and held his hand unconsciously: "Relax, just go for a while."

The space in the elevator was very small, maybe it was Lavelle who was holding his hand, maybe it was because the words were so gentle, Wen Chu actually felt full of peace of mind.

The elevator stopped, but the door didn't open. Lavelle pressed a button next to it without a number, and a blue light lit up on it, followed by a "ding" sound, and the door creaked half dead. open.

Perhaps it was the sequelae of the incident just now, Wen Chu subconsciously closed his eyes.

His hands were suddenly clenched, and Lavelle turned his head to look at Wen Chu, his eyes were tightly closed, and his long eyelashes flickered.

Not knowing what was going on, Lavel reached out and tapped on the trembling eyelashes.

Wen Chu was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes, and saw Lavel's hand that hadn't been retracted.

The man immediately looked away, pretending nothing happened, and without explaining the action, he pulled Wen Chu forward.

It was still dim in front, and Lavelle said, "There is nothing scary here." After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pressed it next to it.

"Clap" sound.

The surroundings instantly lit up.

A completely different scene from what he saw just now was presented in front of him, and Wen Chuyi couldn't recover for a moment.

The overall color tone of the room is pink, but the decorations everywhere are colorful, with a circle of colorful balloons hanging around.The room is very tall, the top is light yellow, the exquisite chandelier hangs down, exuding circles of soft light, and the floor under the feet is a small lattice with lace.

It is stuffed full of various items.

They seem to have broken into the candy house in the fairy tale world, with the purity and beauty that are incompatible with this world.

I have been to hell just now, and now I have come to heaven.

Wen Chu couldn't help but bent over and laughed: "You... what are you?"

"What are you laughing at?" Lavelle said, "This is the room of a blood race from a long time ago, and it is specially used to store the fun and favorite things she collected."

Wen Chu smiled and raised his head, looking at the mountains of various treasures in front of him: "There are so many things, it will take a lot of time to collect them."

"The lifespan of the blood race is too long. If you don't find something fun for yourself, or find a reason to keep pursuing, it will be difficult to live."

"Then what about this blood race now?"

"Suicide."

"Ah..." Wen Chu closed his mouth and stopped asking.

"There's nothing to shy away from." Lavelle laughed and continued, "Only the current Duke has permission to enter here. Since the blood race left, anyone who has collected any precious things will consciously put it here."

As he spoke, he walked inside, and beckoned to Wen Chu with the hand hanging by his side. After Wen Chu saw his movement, he walked over and naturally put his hand on it.

When the touch touched, the two froze at the same time.

Lavelle held his breath and footsteps, and didn't dare to move his hands, as if he was afraid of ruining the scene and scaring someone away.

Wen Chu was stunned for two seconds before recovering, his face was a little red, and he was about to withdraw his hand immediately.

Lavelle held him tightly, a smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth, and he walked forward holding his hand involuntarily.

Wen Chu struggled twice, did not move, raised his eyes to look at Lavel's back: "That..."

"Take you to see something." Lavelle said.

Wen Chu pursed his lower lip, lowered his head to look at his toes, and obediently followed the people forward.

The room was bigger than he thought, and the two of them walked for several minutes before reaching the corner of the boundary.

"arrive."

The man stopped first, and then slowly added the two words just now. Wen Chu kept his head down, and bumped his head straight into Lavel's back.

"..."

Wen Chu suspected that he did it on purpose!

Tilting his head and passing Lavelle's figure, Wen Chu saw what was in front of him.

It's a white airship.

Wen Chu looked towards the tail of the airship, and he almost reached the other end of the huge room.He couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

"This is not collected, it was built by the blood race himself," Lavelle said while leading him into the airship, "I probably saw the scenery on the ground, so I wanted to see it in the sky, she is fine. , It took a long time to collect materials little by little, test it myself, and finally build it.”

After walking in, there are rooms built inside, including bedrooms, study rooms, a small garden, and even a kitchen.

Wen Chu was puzzled: "Can you cook on this?"

"You can make some fast food and the like. But hot food is also okay, you need to use some other means to pressurize and take protective measures."

Wen Chu leaned against the cabinet, sighing inwardly.

Lavelle looked at him: "On this, you can fly anywhere in the world."

"Can it still be used now?" Wen Chu asked.

"Yes, as long as you have energy." Lavelle said, "I can take you to try it when I have a chance in the future."

Wen Chu blinked his eyes, there will be a chance in the future...

He stood up straight, went to the sofa and lay down straight down, with his head buried in the soft sofa. It should be impossible before the end of the war. After the end of the war... Wen Chu felt that he had been living too comfortably recently, I forgot about missions, so I should have left by then.

Lavelle sat next to him, twirling his fingers around the long tail of hair hanging around Wen Chu's neck, and the faint fragrance lingered on his fingertips.

"What's wrong?" Ravel asked.

"It's nothing," Wen Chu said sullenly, "I'm a little sleepy."

Lavelle took a small pillow next to him, gently supported Wen Chu's head with one hand, and put the pillow under it: "Then sleep for a while."

But the fingers went around again.

Wen Chu turned his back to him: "What happened yesterday?"

A lot of things happened today, Wen Chu hadn't had time to ask who designed Qi Shi and made such a big circle for Lavelle to rescue him.

"Yesterday...it was Fred."

Wen Chu immediately turned to the cause and effect: "Because he wanted to become a marquis, but you directly rejected him at that time, so you want to lie to Qi Shi and tie me up to threaten you."

Lavelle made a "hmm".

Wen Chu was a little anxious, turned around and looked at him: "Then how did you find me?"

Lavelle said very calmly: "Fred told me."

"Then you promised him?"

Lavelle looked into Wen Chu's eyes, and said after a while, "I agree, but he will also be punished."

His tone was not as gentle as before, with a hint of hostility, although he tried his best to restrain himself, Wen Chu could still feel it.

Wen Chu turned his back again: "What punishment?"

There was no sound behind him. Lavelle's fingertips ran down Wen Chu's hair and touched the smooth skin. He tapped the place where he had bitten Wen Chu a few times: "I will Make him regret what he did."

Wen Chu didn't pay much attention to what he said, most of his attention was absorbed by this man's hand, his eyes fell on his pale wrist, and he complained secretly in his heart, why do you keep touching him indiscriminately?

"You...don't touch me."

Lavelle raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and became more unscrupulous, and even scratched his fingers lightly on it.

Wen Chu let out a "hum", pulled the man's troubled hands away, and put the pillow behind him: "Sleep."

Lavelle's eyes were full of smiles, and he withdrew his hand, but still kept looking at Wen Chu's back.

Wen Chu's sleep completely relieved the aftereffects of drug addiction at that time. The pillow was placed under his head at some point, and Lavelle's coat was on his body.

He looked at the coat, and Wenchu ​​suddenly found sadly that he seemed to have gotten used to Lavelle's care.

Sighing slightly in his heart, he stood up with his coat in his hand, and saw a piece of paper on the corner of the table, on which was written Lavelle's handwriting: The election of the Marquis and Duke has begun, I will go down for a while, you wait here first with me.

Wen Chu had nothing to do, so he left after thinking for a while, and walked back along the way he came.

He took the elevator to the top floor of the lobby, and as soon as the door opened, Wen Chu heard loud applause.

He froze for a moment, called? ?

Wen Chu stood in the corner, all the vampires here stood up, looking at the scene below excitedly.And that unsteady cry was indeed coming from these nobles who should be quite old and of noble status.

He didn't know whether it was the intense fighting that made them so excited, or some other reason.

The front view was blocked, so Wen Chu simply walked to the stairs, and he could clearly see the scene below.

After seeing it, Wenchu ​​was stunned—there are Lavelle and Kevin below.

The two people who were fighting were not moving fast. Wen Chu could see the figure clearly, but he was punching to the flesh. Every time he made a move, it seemed to be fierce. Even if he stood on the top, he seemed to be able to hear the sound coming through the wind.

He has always felt that the relationship between the two is not good, but now it seems that there should be some deep hatred.

This was the first time Wen Chu saw Lavelle make a move. He moved neatly and swiftly, avoiding every attack very keenly, and seemed to be a little more than capable.

Soon, Kevin gradually showed weakness. After Lavelle stepped on the ground with one foot, his movements suddenly stopped and he turned his head to look in a certain direction.

After their eyes met, Wen Chu could clearly see the astonishment in this man's eyes.

Lavelle looked away, frowned, and withdrew his feet: "I admit defeat."

After speaking, regardless of the surprised and dissatisfied voices of the nobles around him, he walked straight towards Wen Chu's direction.

His footsteps were a little hasty, even a little chaotic, and he took the last two steps up the stairs and walked to Wen Chu's side.

Wen Chu also didn't understand: "Isn't it about to win? Why didn't you continue?"

Lavelle looked at him: "I... didn't want to win in the first place. If I win, I will become a monarch."

Wen Chu looked around and found that the two of them were blocking the way: "Go to another place and talk."

Lavelle didn't respond, and after a long time he came back to his senses and responded, holding Wen Chu's hand like a conditioned reflex, and leading him towards the door.

Wen Chu smiled: "Why are you so nervous?"

Lavelle turned his back to him, and when he left the spot and the surrounding vampires gradually decreased, he said, "I don't want you to think that I am blood-sucking and war-thirsty like other vampires," he said after a pause, "It's still rough..."

"Ah, ah, that's fine," Wen Chu said, "Didn't you just fight with Kevin, how could it be so outrageous."

Lavelle held Wen Chu's hand and clenched it a little more. The panic just now dissipated with Wen Chu's words, followed by satisfaction and emotion, as well as a different kind of impulse.

Wen Chu looked at the messy corners of his clothes, and many wounds were still gradually healing, and asked: "But you don't like fighting, and you don't want to be a monarch, why do you do this? You also caused yourself a lot of injuries."

Is it possible that there is a deep hatred?

"because of you."

Wen Chu was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Lavelle.

"Because he bullied you before."

When he said this, he didn't look like a nobleman, but more like a... The first thing that came to Wen Chu's mind was, like a brat's younger brother aggressively seeking to settle accounts with those who bullied his sister.

Wen Chu felt that his brain might not be able to turn around to think this way.

It just so happened that the door of the cable car opened, and Lavelle pulled Wen Chu in who was still in a daze.

The space is getting smaller again.

Especially when Lavelle had just finished saying that kind of words, but now he was still staring at him without blinking, and his black eyes were particularly focused, the space seemed particularly narrow.

Say something, Wen Chu wanted to say something to break this unusual atmosphere and change the subject, but this rusty brain seemed to be against him: "You are injured...do you want to suck some blood? ?”

After Wenchu ​​finished speaking, he wanted to grab the ground with his head and cut a hole for himself to jump in. What is this talking about? !

The current atmosphere is not suitable for them to do anything, and they should be far away from each other.

He could only hope that Lavelle would not be willing to suck blood and refused, and he leaned his body against the glass behind him calmly.

Lavelle was also stunned, he didn't expect Wen Chu to say this, his black eyes seemed to light up, and after a while, he turned over.

One hand pressed against the cold glass, and the other fell on Wen Chu's leg, and the lips touched the fair skin, bringing a tingling sensation.

The expected pain did not come, and the sharp teeth did not pierce the skin, but gently tore on it, leaving a faint red mark.

Wen Chu closed his eyes.

"I found that compared to sucking blood..." Warm lips moved up along the slender neck, Lavelle sipped lightly around Wen Chu's mouth, his voice was hoarse, "I seem to like this better."

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