[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

The days of captivity were much more comfortable than expected. Wamir believed that Mo Yu was sent by the prince. Although the scope of activities was strictly restricted, he was still well-clothed and well-fed.

In the hall, the [-]-pillar lamps are brightly lit. On the long white jade table there are finely baked foods. The wool carpet is fine and soft. Relying on her frail body, Mo Yu feels like she will sink when she steps on it. For humans, these are all good things, but for blood races, they are redundant.

I don't know where Wamir got it from?

The ancient building that imprisoned Mo Yu, from the perspective of the internal structure, is far from the exquisite grandeur that the blood nobles admire.The walls on the left and right sides of the restaurant are full of exquisite glass windows with iron lattices. They are extremely open and tightly closed. Mo Yu stands under the window lattices and sees the light coming in through the blue-purple glass. The warm temperature has faded away, leaving patches of faint purple ignorance in the room, making the whole room dyed with a certain atmosphere of silence and sadness...

It's just that the big room is so empty that there is not even a single person, so it feels weird for no reason.

Of course, it’s not true that no one is there, at least as far as Mo Yu knows, the beautiful adopted daughter of the Ulysses family followed Wamir’s housewarming, but since she can’t see her, it’s meaningless.

The therapist's original set of clothes was no longer wearable, and his new clothes were flat and fine, even embroidered with patterns.In the final analysis, Wamir really didn't want to anger the prince, even when he was imprisoned, he was still pious with a fluke.

***

Sitting at one end of the long table, Mo Yu shook the wine glass in front of her eyes. Seeing the redness of the fruit wine, Mo Yu pursed her lips and pondered for a while, before silently thinking about the similarities and differences between vampires and humans.

In the final analysis, how opposite are the two? They both have two eyes and one mouth, and each has its own culture, but the food is a little different.

Humans eat after cooking, while blood races eat the blood of living beings... So, raw eaters are defined as barbaric in this way?

Mo Yu was raised in this ancient castle to live a leisurely life, and her thoughts were not normal when she was in a panic.

In fact, the real situation in the outside world is that even if all interests are removed, it is difficult for the two to live in harmony.

The blood race looks down on human beings from the bottom of their hearts, because they admire strength, while human beings are weak.And human beings also hate blood races from the bottom of their hearts, because they value human relations.

Vampires regard the purity of blood as the first priority. They will have children with their blood relatives, father and daughter, mother and son, and siblings. A beast in human skin who understands etiquette, righteousness and shame.

Back then when Wamir was alone, Verita's own sister, Charlier, liked him so sincerely. Didn't the solitary vampire feel a little moved?But in the final analysis, without the God's Eye of the transmigrator, Vamir is just a marginal person who has changed his camp. He has his own stubbornness and choices. Maybe until now, he has not really agreed with the blood race's set of behavior ideas, so he refused. It's also normal.

After all, Xia Lier at that time was also a person who might become a partner with Willita.

Maybe in Wamir's heart, he even secretly hated himself for becoming a vampire—becoming a beast that he once despised? !

After drinking it all in one gulp, the tongue coating is sweet and greasy, and the throat is bitter.

Mo Yu has not been informed about the specific location of his temporary residence, but it is not difficult to guess that Wamir was born as a daughter of a human being, and he is used to being alone in his fate. Extremely maverick.

"Tell me, where is he?"

Wamir's slow question in the ice room is still clearly in his mind. Thinking of this, Mo Yu loses his appetite in the face of a table of delicacies.

There is no way to explain this question at all, okay?

When Mo Yu told Wamir that he was the prince's man, it meant that his personal safety was guaranteed. At least as far as the current situation is concerned, Wamir's mood was ups and downs, but he didn't shout for debt collection. , Even the place of imprisonment is also equipped with delicacies, soft and meticulous.

Mo Yu put down the knife and fork and decided not to think about it anymore, after all, he didn't intend to let himself become a Stockholm patient so early...

Then there was the routine door opening.

As soon as Mo Yu looked up, he saw the figure of Wamir standing by the door, a blond blood man, wearing a well-tailored dark blue lined uniform, with expensive pure white ferret fur at the neckline, a sword on his waist, deep feet Brown horseskin boots, a long black cape on top, and an outfit that further accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his tall and straight figure.

The fashion of the vampires is notoriously capable and elegant. Even if you don't look at the face, but judging from the figure, the existence of a vampire is enough to attract people's attention.

Experience will shape a person's temperament, but Wamir's youthful appearance is handsome and outstanding, with an extraordinary bearing.

But if you watch it every day, you will get used to it. A few days ago, Mo Yu would still say hello with a smile on his lips, but he is tired of procrastinating until today—because the explanation that Wamir wanted I can't give it.

But Wamir was not tired, so he stepped forward step by step, and sat down on the other side of the long table opposite Moyu. For some obvious reason, there was no food in front of Wamir, and the food in front of Moyu Although it was extremely rich, it barely moved. The vampire slightly frowned when he saw it, lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice,

"Aren't you used to eating?"

Mo Yu smiled but didn't answer, he knew that Wamir didn't really care about his quality of life.

The real situation is that these past few days, Wamir has eaten with him almost every day, but the things pried out of his mouth are pitifully small.

But Mo Yu can't be blamed entirely, after all, these two people have their own thoughts, Mo Yu deliberately avoids talking about it, while Wamir is dragged by a certain timidity and guilt, but he doesn't know how to talk about it at all.

A dining table, two people, they just soaked in time so tepidly.

Of course, there are many ways to make Mo Yu speak. During the war years, vampires definitely had a whole set of torture methods for humans, but Wamir dared not use them.

Seeing the figure of Wamir sitting comfortably behind the dining table, Mo Yu decided to eat something first.

There is a saying that you have to pay it back when you come out to hang out. When he took Vamir to the castle, he kept it so delicious and delicious, but now he paid it back to himself intact.

Until now, Mo Yu has no idea of ​​meeting Wamir. He has enough unresolved matters. The trip to the castle was an accident. Just as he was about to chat about something, he heard that Wamir was lonely on the opposite side. He said in a voice that seemed ashamed,

"You look a lot like him."

Mo Yu's breathing stagnates, doesn't it?

Of course he knew who he was that Wamir was talking about. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the vampire on the opposite side. These days, he got along with him with his acting skills.

I quickly re-analyzed the character design in my heart. In Wamir's mind, I should have been a cool and crazy character in the past. After changing my body, all physical attributes were forced to drop to the average of this world. Below the line, now I am under the control of others, and I can't do anything in the castle, what is it like?

"You are all the same, you don't care about anything." Wamir's voice was as cold as if soaked in ice water.

Hearing what he said, Mo Yu came to his senses. It turned out that he was referring to his attitude of seeing death as home, and he was right. At that time, he really didn't really care about anything other than the year-end bonus?

But hearing what Wamir said, it was inevitable that he felt a bit ironic, thinking about saying a few flattering words to slap his face, and to show the little man's greedy life and fearful nature hidden under his calm appearance.

He heard the cold voice of the vampire on the opposite side saying, "But you are not him."

Mo Yu, "..."

The flattery that I just thought of was stillborn.

***

Wamir left, walking swiftly and without any hesitation, but Mo Yu still felt an obvious strangeness across his heart.

"What did he do?" Mo Yu asked in his mind.

This can be regarded as an unexpected gain from working overtime this time. By accident, he unexpectedly discovered an entertainment function that can chat with young interns, and it is surprisingly easy to use.

At least when he's dealing with extra affairs, it's perfectly fine to play around the edges!

"Senior, he wants to drug you." Without the tone of fear and fear, the girl's cheerful voice seemed to have a cuteness like a common enemy.

"Yeah." Mo Yu nodded slightly.

Wamir didn't torture him, but his psychological tactics were perfect. These days, he was alone in the castle, and his life was extremely monotonous and boring. Fortunately, there was a little intern in his mind to chat with him, so he couldn't do it just now. affect IQ.

According to the most basic psychological logic, the only person that Mo Yu has seen, seen, and contacted these days has always been Wamir, and any ordinary person would have been raped to the point of being brainwashed.

It's a pity that the traveler is a master who doesn't get in, and the ice room barrier can't disturb his mind, let alone Wamir's superficial scheming in just a few days. Your little vampire can't wait any longer.

Although there was already some sarcasm in his heart, but after thinking it through, there was no surprise.

After staring fixedly for a while at the carved door that was tightly sealed after Wamir left, he held the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly.

It's just that being impatient is not a good habit after all.