[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

As soon as Wamir's kiss fell, he was slapped backhand by Mo Yu.The blond-haired vampire was a little dazed in thinking, but his body's instinctive reaction was still a step ahead. Anyway, when he came to his senses, he had already removed Mo Yu's wrist.

Wait, he took off the prince's wrist? !

Wamir's face turned pale, and he raised his eyes slowly, but what he saw was Mo Yu's face that turned pale in an instant. At this time, Wamir just realized belatedly that the human beings were unloaded. The lower wrist should be very painful.

should?

It hurts like hell, okay?

Mo Yu's face was white, ignoring Wamir's terrified and regretful eyes that made him want to die, and slowly connected back the misplaced bone with his left hand, which he didn't usually use much.

Maybe there is such a thing as a reward for the world in this world. When Wamir was with the prince, he also suffered a lot, but now Mo Yu stays in such a body with a combat power of five, even if he is killed by a blood clan. Holding the gold cup limply as an offering, but still being injured so far by mistake, my hand hurts and my heart is so tired.

But strictly speaking, whether it was Wamir's slap, or Mo Yu's experience, they were actually full of grievances.

When Wamir first met Mo Yu's identity, he knelt down and kissed the instep of a human being. The traveler didn't pay attention to it, but it was just that he hadn't seen him for so many years, and there were some strange rules and etiquette on the blood plane. He made it , has gone beyond the scope of normal etiquette. , but relying on the common sense that he and Orillia have been talking about these days, he can already clearly realize that Wamir

It's fine to give you a kiss when we meet again, what's the matter, after staying in your house for so many days, you're still addicted, right?

Holding his breath, Mo Yu took the wrist bone, let out a trembling breath, heard a thud, lowered his eyes, and saw Wamir kneeling on the ground with a terrified look on his face.

What about the promised protagonist with a thunderbolt in his chest and a sinking face?

But now that Mo Yu has no intention of wronging himself, he exerted all his energy, combined new and old grudges, and used his uninjured left hand to slap Wamir's right cheek with his backhand. slap.

However, at this time, the difference in physical fitness between humans and vampires emerged.

Wamir didn't resist this time, and even his expression was still the frightened look of the injured animal, but after Mo Yu's slap, he didn't even turn his head!

But Mo Yu, who is a tormentor, turned pale again, "..." What should I do, my palm hurts so much.

The traverser, who was hit twice, ordered through gritted teeth, "Get out."

Wamir, who was kneeling in front of him, opened his mouth, his wandering eyes fell on Mo Yu's injured wrist, he hesitated to speak, and seemed to want to say something, when he heard a cold voice say, "Don't worry about it."

Vamir: "..." I always feel that my prince has become arrogant, why is that?

***

But is it really that painful?

Wamir withdrew from Moyu's room, and as soon as he closed the door, he couldn't help but put his right hand on his cheek. The hand of the vampire, with well-defined joints, was unusually slender, with a pale white stone-like luster, matching Moyu's pair of belts. Hands with warmth are completely different.

I thought to myself, the prince was angry with him just now?

Putting down his right hand slowly, Wamir curled the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know what excited him, and there was a cunning like stealing candy in his beautiful eyes.

Are humans really that afraid of pain?

Judging from the long lifespan of the vampire, Wamir really has little experience, but memory has never been easy to use. The past of the human being that belongs to him has gradually become unreal.

'I used to be a human being. 'In this case, even he himself can't say it.

It turned out that he hadn't been in pain for a long time.

But humans suffer.

Wamir raised his head and leaned against the quaint carved door. He was still wearing the meticulous attire he had when meeting guests.

With a sudden smile, he stepped forward, and then climbed the steps all the way down to the bottom secret room of his old castle.

***

Wamir's condescension gave this small and cold space an indescribable meaning of redemption. The corridor was long, and the scattered candles on the side walls flickered in the lonely air. Warmth, painful cries came from the shadows around the corner, and finally submerged in the calm blue eyes of the vampire.

He hasn't visited here for a while, but the surrounding environment has not changed much.

The first thing I saw was a human boy with freckles on his face. The boy was tall and tall, and his appearance could be praised as neat and clean, but his eyes were dull, and his whole body was bound to the cold wall. When he did, a whimper sounded like broken glass from the prisoner's throat.

When Mo Yu first took over the protagonist, he set two general goals. One is to quickly improve the protagonist's own strength, and the second is to help Wamir enter the inner high-level of the blood clan, but he left after being forced to sleep. , the second idea is still not on the schedule.

In the final analysis, it is really too difficult for Wamir to take the top position, not only because of the internal troubles of the mutant blood, but also because of the foreign aggression that cannot be dealt with. The foreign aggression is the Holy See!

***

The costumes of the vampires have always been well-tailored, and the color is also very single. Under the light of the candlelight on the corridor wall, the uniform material still has a certain alienated texture. The pale facial skin is exposed to the cold air of the dungeon. Vamir stands there On the opposite side of the prisoner, he carefully looked at the young man's bony body for a while with his gentle blue eyes, and then he moved carefully and slowly took off the leather glove on his right hand.

He slowly raised his clean hand with well-defined joints, and wiped off the blood stains on the young man's face little by little, then he called the young man by his name.

"Daniel."

Such a name is no stranger to Mo Yu. He had spent several days with the boy on the way here in disguise, but in fact, those Pope soldiers who had walked with Mo Yu for a while were actually hurt. Some died, but most of them survived, living in the black shadow of this ancient castle.

After all, since he dared to blow up the prince's castle, how could Wamir be willing to let them die?

In fact, during Mo Yu's imprisoned career, they were also locked up in the basement of the ancient castle, but they were different from Mo Yu, but Wamir ordered his subordinates to use all the torture methods. The pieces are also used a lot.

On the day of the spirit guard's attack, Mo Yu had smelled an extremely strong smell of blood on Wamir's body. That smell was not someone else's. They belonged to these sluggish teenagers who were dying.

Wamir's movements were gentle, and his cold fingertips slowly rubbed against Daniel's dry and chapped lips. The boy's empty eyes were wide open, resembling the expression of some kind of dying animal.

In the aesthetics of this era, Wamir's face and temperament are definitely not gloomy, but in this gloomy atmosphere, there are actually more demon-like slander and bewitchment.

The provocation of destroying and bombing the prince’s castle that the church carried out without authorization at the beginning had no technical content at all, but the military medal is real. Such a big good thing is naturally reserved for the children of those official families. In other words, among them The lives of a few people are really valuable.

Wamir supported this group of people, as if he had left a hole card to deal with foreign aggression, but as for internal troubles.

The blond-haired vampire lowered his eyes. He recalled the years of war and the loneliness in the impoverished territory again. He suddenly exerted force on his hand, and his bony right hand was stuck in Daniel's throat in an instant. He was very satisfied to capture the panic of the prisoner. With trembling eyes, Wamir tilted his head and smiled slightly. He now knows that human beings are really afraid of pain!