To survive [Quick Transmigration]

"His Royal Highness, welcome back!" The young man's voice was clear and sweet, with a slightly upturned ending that seemed to be coquettish, revealing a sense of intimacy, "How is everything today? Nothing happened, right?"

"Not bad." The tall and handsome man smiled slightly, "The temple seems to be conducting some kind of summoning ceremony, I wonder if they can succeed."

"Those lowly humans!" The young man wrinkled his nose angrily, and soon began to coquettishly sticky to the man again, "However, even if something is really summoned, it may not be as good as His Royal Highness's. !"

"In the eyes of Paferi, probably no one can compare to me?" Blood Duke Seves laughed, "Who knows, maybe those humans can summon a powerful character, so that I can pass the time .”

Seves and his descendant, a young blood race named Paferi, chatted and laughed casually, and the scene in the hall was a bit warm for a while.

Such a scene of loving father and son, filial piety (?), and intimacy is a bit too exciting for a poor little boy who has lost his companion and is lonely.

Not to mention, the little poor girl is still hungry and in pain at this time, so it can be said that "the leak in the house happens to rain all night", and the multiple misfortunes add up, making it even more difficult to look down on other people's happiness.

So Mo Zhaoyuan interrupted this warm and loving parent-child communication time without hesitation.

"His Royal Highness, can you give me some food?" Mo Zhaoyuan asked pitifully, "I'm really hungry, if I don't eat, I will pass out."

"You lowly blood slave! Who allowed you to come up here!" Paferi, who was disturbed, followed the prestige displeasedly, and when he saw Mo Zhaoyuan, he immediately flew into a rage, "Butler! Where's the butler? Take your blood slave away!"

Naturally, there was no way for the butler to appear. After all, when Mo Zhaoyuan wanted to walk up from the dungeon, the dedicated butler had already tried to stop Mo Zhaoyuan.

Seeing Mo Zhaoyuan walking into the castle hall at this time, one can know that Mr. Steward's attempt finally failed.Unfortunately, Mr. Butler, who was conscientiously serving His Highness the Duke, was knocked unconscious on the stairs to the first floor of the dungeon.

Well, after the poor little Mo Zhaoyuan knocked Mr. Butler unconscious, his self-pity mood was relieved to a certain extent.Otherwise, after seeing Sevez, Mo Zhaoyuan would not politely ask him for food instead of doing it directly.

"Ahh, you humble slave!" As Mo Zhaoyuan approached, Paferi became more and more unbearable, "It is unforgivable to dare to approach His Royal Highness Paferi with such an unpleasant smell! "

Although Sevis on the side didn't speak, his disgust could be seen from the frown.

These two vampires reacted as if he was a dirty thing carrying germs - Mo Zhaoyuan didn't feel offended, even if Paferi said "lowly blood slave" and "lowly slave" ", Mo Zhaoyuan was still very calm.

But he did feel a little unhappy about it.

"Well, but wasn't this caused by you, His Royal Highness Paferi?" Mo Zhaoyuan blinked innocently. The clothes on his body had already become like rags during the whipping, and they couldn't cover up his eyes at all. There were criss-crossing whip marks, "Hey, it wouldn't smell so bad without these."

Given that he had lost his sense of smell now, he naturally couldn't smell himself.However, since Paferi said it smells bad, let's take it as bad smell.

Then again, from this point of view, losing the sense of smell might be a lucky thing.At least he can still bear this sloppy look now, no, in fact he can't bear it either.

Mo Zhaoyuan sighed silently in his heart, and asked again: "Your Majesty, can you change me into clean clothes?"

"I can send you to die!" Paferui couldn't bear it anymore, pulled out the leather whip wrapped around his waist, and hit Mo Zhaoyuan.

Another honorable lord who was equally unbearable did not do anything, probably because he felt that a mere lowly slave was not worthy of his condescension and attack.

But no matter which one it is, it would never have occurred to Paferi that this whip would fail.

No, it's not just a failure - Paferi's whip was directly caught by Mo Zhaoyuan.

"Let go!" Paferi was anxious and angry, deeply feeling that he had lost face in front of Seves, "Are you impatient to live, let me go!"

While talking, he pulled back hard, trying to pull the whip back from Mo Zhaoyuan's hand.

"It really unfolds like a drama." Mo Zhaoyuan smiled at Paferi.

Looking at the blond handsome boy with flushed face and tears in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little bit happy.

"Okay, His Royal Highness Pafeirui—can you please give me some clean clothes and some food to fill my stomach?" Mo Zhaoyuan tugged carelessly with the hand holding the whip, in exchange for Pafei Rui stared angrily, "Hmph, don't you know how to know current affairs after this situation?"

Speaking of which, isn't this young master a little careless?Seeing himself, the so-called slave locked by him in the underground cell, his first reaction was not "how did you escape from the cell?"

Tsk, much worse than Xiaohe.As a subordinate, it is far from qualified.

Mo Zhaoyuan disliked Paferi very much in his heart, but he was not a writer like Ming He who read as a nanny, and Paferi's young master was clearly positioned as a "favored descendant"!

Seeing the favored descendants being wronged, the elder Seves finally couldn't sit still.

"I promised to provide you with food and clothing. In exchange, should you let go?" Seves narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Mo Zhaoyuan with probing eyes, as if he wanted to draw him from the inside out. As if dissecting from the outside, "Bullying a junior is always a bit unreasonable, right?"

Mo Zhaoyuan curled his lips.

"What, I'm really a junior when it comes to age." He reported Norris' age without any shame, "Compared to me who is only 15 years old, His Highness Paferi is already Are you old?"

Well, as an immortal race like the blood race, although Paferi looks like a teenager, his actual age is already in triple digits.

Although he is still a young junior in the blood clan, if compared with the "15 years old" Mo Zhaoyuan said, Paferi is definitely very, very old.

"Oh?" Servis looked a little surprised, and a hint of surprise flashed in his deep wine red eyes, "Your Excellency is human?"

"Whether I am a human being or not, His Highness Paferi is very clear, isn't it?" Mo Zhaoyuan snorted, "After all, you have personally handled my body."

These words were very subtle, and Paferi was ashamed and annoyed, but because of his inferior force, he did not dare to take any action.

Hearing Mo Zhaoyuan mention the whipping that happened not long ago, Paferi also felt very strange.

He was obviously just a weak, lowly human being with no power to resist before, so why did he suddenly become so powerful that he could even surpass himself in the blink of an eye?

Because of such doubts in his heart, Paferi subconsciously became cautious when dealing with Mo Zhaoyuan.

"Okay, I won't say anything unnecessary." Mo Zhaoyuan let go of the whip in his hand, "I need to take a bath and change clothes first, and then I have dinner, can I ask Your Highness to lead the way?"

His attitude was very calm, as if this was not the castle of a Blood Duke, as if he was not an imprisoned—although he had escaped—blood slave, but the master of this place.

Seves, who has always been high and uncompromising, was irritated by his contemptuous tone.Anger ignited in his heart, and he made up his mind to give the other party a good look.

Even so, he didn't show it at all, and even showed a friendly and cordial smile: "Of course."

However, it is impossible for him to lead the way himself.

"Paferi, take this gentleman upstairs." Seves turned his head and told Paferi.

Paferi pursed his lips unhappily, puffed his cheeks a few times, and then reluctantly agreed: "Okay."

"Come with me." He quickly glanced at Mo Zhaoyuan, and after saying this, he walked towards the stairs regardless of whether Mo Zhaoyuan followed.

Mo Zhaoyuan didn't care who led him the way, nor did he mind Paferi's attitude.He now prefers to take a shower and change.

Well, at least make sure you don't have an unpleasant smell on your body!Although I can't smell it, it's also very unpleasant to be dirty all the time!

Paferi led Mo Zhaoyuan all the way up, and walked for a long time along the slightly gloomy corridor.As he walked, Mo Zhaoyuan began to feel a little bored.

Every journey without an end point always seems extraordinarily long.

"Young master, go faster, don't be so slow." Mo Zhaoyuan stretched out his hand and poked Paferi, "I might pass out because of hunger, please be kind. .”

"Shut up!" Paferi turned his head and gave Mo Zhaoyuan a fierce look, "Don't make any moves, just follow along honestly!"

"Ah, what a mean young master." Mo Zhaoyuan sighed half-truthfully, "This will make people want to teach you a lesson?"

Paferi froze for a moment, and when he spoke again, he was a little stern: "Stop arguing! We'll be there soon."

Mo Zhaoyuan didn't intend to listen to Paferi.After all, he teased Paferi just to relieve boredom, and he didn't intend to make himself unhappy, so naturally he didn't need to pay attention to Paferi.

"Does it mean fast?" He pretended to be curious and asked, "Is the 'immediately' of the vampires about the same time as the human's 'immediately'? Or is it because they have a long life, so the 'immediately' is also very slow?" ?”

"Immediately, yes, very! Hurry up!" Pafferi got a headache from his series of "immediately" and "fast and slow", and trotted up the last few steps, "Okay, the innermost door is here, Go yourself!"

"Well, thank you." Mo Zhaoyuan smiled good-naturedly, and didn't ask Paferi to send him to the room. At first glance, he seemed easy to talk to.

Paferi breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and wanted to go downstairs.

He really didn't want to stand so close to that humble human being, and he couldn't even stand being on the same floor.

At this moment, Paferi heard the human voice from behind, lazily, with that guy's unique, careless and harsh tone-"Little master, don't forget to bring the clothes in."

"Ah, really!" The vampire boy couldn't help grinding his teeth, and the sharp canine teeth rubbed with a bloodthirsty itch, "Sooner or later, I will suck that lowly human dry!"