From cannon fodder to protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Cen Fei's heart skipped a beat. Even though he was mentally prepared to fall off the horse, Cen Fei was still terrified when Antroll said it so directly. He quietly put his right hand behind his back and called out his magic wand. , getting ready for a battle with Antroll, but on the surface, he looked trembling, and apologized to Antroll, saying: "I'm sorry..."

Antroll did not take out the wand as Cen Fei imagined. Perhaps in his view, Cen Fei is neither a creature of the devil world nor a blood race. According to the idea that God loves the world, he should redeem Cen Fei who is sick. little lamb.

He asked: "Why do you want to suck my blood, you should not belong to the blood family."

Cen Fei lowered his head, and his voice was deep, as if a small hammer had struck Antroll's heart, he heard Cen Fei say to himself: "I'm sick, and I have to drink human blood every once in a while. "

Antrol lowered his voice a lot, making the whole person look more gentle, and asked Cen Fei: "What will happen if you don't suck blood?"

Cen Fei buried his head lower and said to him, "I will die."

I don't know why, but when Cen Fei said the word "death", Antrol felt the pain in his whole soul and trembled. He took a small carving knife and cut a new cut on his finger, to Cen Fei. Fei said: "Drink."

Cen Fei raised his head and saw that Anteluoer sent his injured finger in front of him, and said to himself again: "Drink."

"Ah?" Cen Fei was a little dazed, looked at the bloody fingers in front of him, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, are all the people in the Holy See so self-sacrificing?

"Drink." Seeing that Cen Fei was still in a daze, Antrol urged him again.

The butter shortbread covered with iron nails will one day pull out the iron nails on his body, bump into him and open the package for himself to taste. This is something Cen Fei can't even dream of.

Whoever said that there is no free lunch in the world, it is because they have not met such a kind person like Antrol. If it is not because he is a necromancer, Cen Fei would like to join the Holy See of Light immediately and follow Antrol to the pinnacle of life.

But Cen Fei doesn't dare to be too presumptuous now. After all, if Antrol suddenly turns his face, he will probably spit out as much blood as he sucked, so he can only hold back the desire to eat and shake his head, "No, I've already drank it just now." gone."

Antroll didn't take back his fingers when he heard Cen Fei's refusal. He shook his head regretfully and watched the blood oozing from the wound, running down his fingers, and it was about to drip onto the table. Luo Er said: "Then this bit of blood will be wasted."

After hearing this, Cen Fei couldn't bear it any longer, and quickly stretched out both hands to hug Anteluoer's bleeding finger, and put it in his mouth.

Antrol always had a slight smile on his face, and a hint of doting flashed in his eyes. He even wanted to reach out and touch Cen Fei's soft hair, but his reason stopped him. Why did you choose me when you were in the woods?"

Cen Fei spat out Antrol's fingers from his mouth, licked the blood oozing from his wound, and replied, "Because you smell so good."

"Since when did you start drinking human blood?"

"When I was very young, before I had any memory." Cen Fei reluctantly let go of Antroll's no longer bleeding finger.

Antrol withdrew his hand, and told Cen Fei very dedicatedly: "Don't do this in the future, and tell me if you want to drink blood."

Cen Fei hummed, but he was complaining about Antrol's innocence in his mind. He was thinking about sucking his blood all the time. If he did what he said, Antrol might be killed by him tonight. Suck it dry.

Knowing that Cen Fei came here to suck blood, and of course knowing that what he said yesterday was a lie to him, Antroll asked him, "Do you want to rest here tonight?"

Cen Fei had drunk his blood now, so he couldn't justify staying here any longer. He stood up shaking his head, and replied to Antroll, "No, I'd better go home."

Antrol nodded, watching Cen Fei's back disappear from his sight, he picked up the wood on the table, and continued his unfinished artistic creation just now.

Near noon, Antrol's creation was finally completed, but looking at the Jesus on the cross, Antrol was stunned, and then he noticed that it was clearly the face of Vitosi.

Vitosi, Vitosi, Vitosi...

Antrol recited the name silently over and over again. Although he is the holy son of the Holy See, few of these people who can hold high positions in the Holy See are clean. If someone else sucked his blood, he would be Will send that person to hell immediately.

Why is it different for Vitosi?As if no matter what Vitosi did, he could forgive him graciously.

Antroll himself couldn't explain the reason clearly, sighed softly, stood up and put the carved wooden figure in the bedroom cabinet and locked it.

In order to thank Antrol for his special care, Cen Fei killed his old hen early the next morning and made soup for him to nourish his body.

Antroll looked at the chicken soup in the bowl and was quite speechless. Cen Fei sat opposite him and tilted his head, asking him inexplicably, "Why don't you drink it?"

Antroll raised his hand and pressed his forehead, "I remember when you came to see me for this hen last time, you still couldn't accept that this hen wanted to leave you."

"But you said that birth, old age, sickness and death are common things. Death is not the end, but a new birth." Cen Fei smiled so that his eyes narrowed, and pushed the chicken soup in front of Antrol's eyes again, and said, "So, I will give you a new birth in advance." Send it to be reborn."

Antrol pursed his lips and smiled, took a sip of the spoon handed over by Cen Fei, and Cen Fei's craftsmanship was not bad, although it was not as good as the various exquisite delicacies he ate in the Vatican, but there was a very delicious taste in it. The special taste made him feel very nostalgic.

"How is it?" Cen Fei asked with widened eyes.

Antrol nodded and praised: "It's delicious."

Cen Fei also tasted the chicken soup before serving it out, and it was very ordinary, but Antrol said it was delicious. As the son of God, Antrol should not lie, he really likes the taste.

Cen Fei felt very happy, this was the first time someone praised his cooking skills, although it was also the first time he gave the food he cooked to others.

Thinking that he would still frame Antrol in prison in the future, Cen Fei suddenly felt a little pain in his conscience, and began to think about whether to buy another batch of chicks and spare time to make up for Antrol .

The autumn and winter of this year were the most comfortable period for Cen Fei in the first half of his life. He didn’t need to hunt for food every few days in order to survive. You must know that the residents of the town seldom go out during this season, and Every time he goes out, he wraps himself up like a round dumpling, so that Cen Fei struggles to unpack these thick packages every time he eats.

Yesterday was Christmas, and many town residents went to the church. Cen Fei didn't like the excitement very much, so he stayed at home alone and practiced stewing old hens.

The next day, Cen Fei ran to the church bitterly, and said to Antrol: "That my bed collapsed last night, can I stay with you tonight..."

Antrol just changed his crib into a double bed two days ago, otherwise Cen Fei wouldn't have the cheek to come over and beg him.

"The bed collapsed again?" Antrol raised his eyebrows.

Seeing Antrol's suspicious gaze, Cen Fei wished he could swear to him on the spot, "This thing really fell apart."

Last night, Cen Fei was alone at home and wanted to summon two skeletons to play cards with him. He didn't know which sentence of the spell was correct, but he summoned two bone dragons. The tail also swept away more than half of the west wall of his room.

But Cen Fei didn't dare to tell Antroll that he was a necromancer, so it was difficult to tell the reason.

When he was going to sleep at night, Lilith's voice came from outside the door again, and Cen Fei almost wondered if Lilith had cast a tracking spell on him, why did Lilith follow him every time he came.

But when he tilted his head and saw the expression on Antrol's face, he knew that he was wrong. Judging by Antrol's appearance, Lilith might have come to harass him a lot during this time.

"Antel, don't you fall in love with this man?" Seeing Cen Fei come out of the bedroom with Antel, Lilith said to Antel with a malicious smile on the corner of her mouth: "God does not allow men to fall in love with men, you will not have good results."

After hearing this, Antrol didn't even refute, but frowned, and took out the staff.

Lilith suffered a lot from Antroll's hands, but she still insisted on coming to Antroll every night to show her presence, which can be said to be very persistent.

Hearing Lilith's words, Cen Fei felt that she was looking at Renji with a rotten eye, and he had only sucked some of Antrol's blood until now, but did nothing else.

"Antle, come with me to the Demon Realm, where you will get everything you want." Lilith cast a charm on Antle, this kind of trick she played in front of Antle Many times, but each time it was Antrol's sphere of light that responded to her.

This time was no exception. Antrol's magic ball immediately destroyed half of Lilith's beautiful hair, and Lilith was so angry that her head burst into flames. As one of the three major demon kings in the demon world, she naturally has her own means.

Holding her scorched hair and trembling all over, she stared at Antrol and gritted her teeth and said, "I will send you a dream of fascination, a dream of bliss, you are trapped in it, and you can't get out."

In an instant, a circle of light encloses Antroll, and many grotesque pictures appear in front of Antroll, a golden palace shrouded in clouds and mists, an angel with six wings, a holy pool spraying clear spring water, Antroll Unmoved, Luoer raised his staff and chanted a spell with his lips moving slightly.

Suddenly, his right hand that raised his staff stopped.

He saw Vitosi in these gorgeous visions.

It was a different Weiduosi from what he had seen before. He had short silver hair and a pair of light golden eyes.

He knelt at his feet, looked up at himself, and called himself: "My God."