[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Mo Yu picked out some loose clothes for Wamir when he left yesterday, and left an extra pair of scissors for trimming hair. When he went back the next evening, he found that Wamir was still cutting.

"Have you noticed?" Wamir couldn't help laughing when he saw Mo Yu, he put away the scissors in his hand, and walked all the way in front of Mo Yu.

On the white soft quilt, there were still some golden, light-colored broken hair scattered on it. Mo Yu carefully looked at Wamir's forehead, and the traces of the trimmed hair were still obvious, "Well, very pretty"

Wamir's eyes became softer, and there was still a smile on the corner of his lips, which was light and soft, which made people feel very comfortable.

The little vampire took the rare initiative. He tentatively buried his little head into Mo Yu's chest. The cut hair on his forehead instantly became bent and chaotic, and then there was a thin murmur , "Today's smell is very good."

Mo Yu vaguely recalled that since that time, he had never seen Qi Ran again, as if worried that the little vampire in front of him would suddenly recall some terrible memory, Mo Yu gave Wamir a A reassuring hug.

The vampire's cold fingers were buried in the short blond hair of the person in front of him, and the joints in his hands were clearly defined, with a bit of cold air, but unexpectedly satisfied Wamir.

The little vampire took the opportunity to pull Mo Yu and fell on the big bed in the middle of the bedroom. They were very close, but they didn't feel lingering, they had no passion/desire, and even their breath was frank and cold. It should be a scene when a little girl hugs her beloved doll.

On their right side is a bedside table made of solid wood, on which is placed a small book with reading marks, a thin booklet, Mo Yu glanced at the spine of the book, it is a beautiful vertical small character, Lawrence Selected Poems of Binion.

"I think of a flower that blooms in the dark air, and no pair of eyes has ever seen it."

This is Wamir's clear and clear voice. When he recited the verses he just recited in a low voice, he obviously noticed Mo Yu's exquisite gaze. He turned over and raised his hand to take the books on the cabinet. .

Prior to this, Qi Ran intentionally cut off Wamir's connection with the outside world. Things like the Internet are temporarily out of reach, but there is no need to ban books and periodicals.

Wamir turned the book to the title page, and there was a large continuous and complicated line drawn on it, which seemed to be the absent-minded handwriting of the reader, "It's so boring." Wamir said aggrievedly.

Both of them were lying on the bed, Mo Yu still didn't speak, what filled the air between them was the shallowest breathing that only belongs to vampires, then Wamir suddenly smiled, "It's a little itchy." He He shrank his neck and said.

Mo Yu lifted Wamir's white collar and found a piece of light-colored shredded hair there. When he helped to take it out, Wamir let out a more unscrupulous giggle.

That night, the two of them stayed together for a long time, until the light of dawn shone in through the small gap between the thick black curtains, Wamir still maintained a sense of wakefulness as if excited, without tired sleepiness , but Mo Yu knew that it was time for them to rest.

He got up from the bed, feeling quite helpless for his stay today, but, "Don't go." Wamir raised his hand and held the man's little arm, his tone was indescribably pitiful.

And, "Stay here and sleep today." He suggested, with a short sentence, as if he had exhausted all his mental strength, "Okay?" He added with a little panic.

One word at a time, the tone trembling, the voice piercing into the ear, Mo Yu was completely unaware of the small thoughts behind Wamir, but just brushed the short golden hair of the person in front of her lightly with her cold fingers, if the coldness under the skin was ignored, if there were no hundreds of years Day and night, even if he just looked at him like this, he would definitely be amazed at the handsome and delicate appearance of the person in front of him.

An unforgettable beauty, too handsome to be real.

It's obviously a goblin, but yet it makes people feel gentle and soft, just like the pair of scissors on the counter with a cool luster, quietly concealing the appearance of being able to hurt others, pretending to be broken ice to melt snow, Ruo Lantian Meiyu.

Mo Yu stared into Wamir's blue eyes. He could feel the changes in the little vampire's behavior in recent days, but he had vague expectations in his heart, as if he was very good in this way.

So, "Okay." Mo Yu said, after all, even Wamir is entitled to be pampered a little more.

Wamir smiled, and he let go, as if he had no scruples anymore, and closed his eyes contentedly. In that night, they didn't know whether it was a lethargic sleep or a light sleep, they had the same dream.

There, the blue water level rises to the edge of the sky, taking away everything in the world, and it cannot be said that it is peaceful or restless, but the flowing colors are extraordinarily clear and real, and they outline a truly magnificent landscape with a cloud-like touch. The palace of the city, it is dazzling in the morning light, paving a road to the hometown.

"I want to go to the same place as you." Wamir made a wish in that dream.

He was still lying on his side in that soft white bed, and he spoke an indistinct raving, like a feather in the air, the voice was soft and weak, soft and soft, but his feelings were like sand mixed in the flesh, he had to wait until Death can separate it.

Wamir opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear. He realized that he had a very strange dream just now. He carefully looked at the sleeping face of the man beside him, his mind turned back and forth, and he said silently, "You Do you like me a little bit?"

***

That is, after that night, Mo Yu graciously added human blood to Wamir's menu for the second day, but he didn't know that this kind of treatment actually hit the little vampire's sore spot.

Wamir looked at the red liquid in the cup with a dark face. The sweet smell in the air challenged his endurance. The property in Qi Ran's hands was not clean. Seeing blood was a normal thing, and more than one cup was wiped off every day. , but the cup in front of him is definitely not an ordinary favor.

The blond blood clenched his fists under the bed, he knew that that person did it on purpose, that person must have done it on purpose.

Bloodthirsty is the nature of a vampire, Qi Ran is reminding him that he is not worthy of Mo Yu's love.

But he has no way to refuse. Since Mo Yu gave the blood, he can bear it naturally. He grabs the cup, raises his hand, raises his head, rolls his Adam's apple, and puts down the empty cup. It's even a little unnatural.

"Do you like it?" Mo Yu asked with a smile. Ever since Wamir was threatened by Qi Ran, his attitude towards the little vampire has been very gentle, lest he be irritated.

Wamir didn't answer him, but just glanced at the empty glass stupidly, Mo Yu seemed to realize something, yes, how can there be vampires who don't like human blood? He remembered the decision he made to Wamir before. Those clear rules and precepts, as if comfortingly said, "It's not so fair to you."

The little vampire took the opportunity to shrink into Mo Yu's arms, yes, how can there be a vampire who doesn't like human blood, he greedily smelled the clean breath on Mo Yu's body, and responded silently in his heart, he likes it very much, but I like it more you.

So, I am willing to grind off my fangs and stand by your side, so it doesn't matter even with those tempting blood, but I am a little unwilling after all.

In the process of domesticating Wamir, the traverser Mo Yu naturally contributed a lot, but Wamir didn't understand it. After all, from an objective point of view, Mo Yu and him are the same kind, they are both beasts with fangs, and they get along well. After a long time, it is obvious that the probability of assimilation is higher, but the answer given by the years proves that the seemingly weaker side is still independent, while Vamir has become that person's vassal.

The haze under the little vampire's lashes became more and more thick, and he asked silently in his heart, how did you do it, the way you abide by human character, the way to make me bow my head and knees?

"There's still some in the refrigerator." Wamir looked up at Mo Yu, and he sat up before the man's answer, "I'll get you a glass." As he said, he hopped off the bed, without People saw the look in his eyes.

Before Mo Yu could react, he could only see the back of the little vampire leaving with an empty cup, but it only disappeared for a while, "Okay." Wamir came back, still holding the cup, cleaning it. Afterwards, fresh blood is in full bloom.

Mo Yu stared at the glass in Wamir's hand for a while, feeling a little helpless in her heart.

The cup was transparent, and it was stained with blood before, and he could see that Wamir had carefully cleaned it before helping him to hold the new blood, and the reason why he said it carefully was because one edge of the cup was slightly scratched. Passed—there was the place where Wamir's lips had just touched.

The fresh blood is enough to cover up the original breath of the vampire, but it cannot escape the careful observation of the traverser.

Wamir lowered his head, hesitant to speak, and his hands were white and red, which was really pretty.

Mo Yu faintly felt that the style of the painting was wrong, he knew that Wamir liked him, but, was that love, and now, is this really the correct attitude towards love? It took so much effort to beat around the bush, just to Can I have an indirect kiss with him?

It is said that love will lower people's IQ. Facts have proved that even vampires are not spared in the face of that kind of destructive peachy storm. Mo Yu took the cup in Wamir's hand. For a second, the cool and crazy blood protagonist.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he rubbed the rim of the cup, but it didn't break after all. He took a sip lightly at the place near the lip print, and saw that the blue eyes in front of him were as light as dimmed stars. Yu turned a small angle.

This time, he imprinted the places that Wamir had been in contact with very face-saving, and then he received a happy and shy smile without any surprise.

Such small expectations, small shyness, and guilty pleasure in small satisfactions made Mo Yu feel very strange.

***

In Mo Yu's impression, it seems that Wamir has never done this before. The knight when he first met, with dazzling blond hair and a clean robe, immature and stubborn.The blood clan at the time of the mutation, followed by fate all his life, with awe-inspiring sword spirit, contradictory and proud.The upstart at the reunion, with a pair of blue pupils frozen in ice, always affectionate, ruthless, and ambitious.

Among them, although they are different from each other, no matter which fragments are selected separately, they all follow the path of the plot. They are either fragile and wandering, or far-sighted, or brilliant, or have already learned to hide their own. Everything, but there are traces to follow.

But now it seems that spring and autumn come and go, the fleeting years turn dark, without the rhythm line of the plot, Wamir has returned to the original place, no, it is more than a little thinner and gentler than the so-called beginning.

Mo Yu lowered her eyebrows, so she should blame the peaceful days for staying too long?

If Mo Yu’s sense of control over Wamir is like a river dam standing in the mountains, then with Mo Yu’s accommodation, there will be termites nesting and erosion in the bones. No matter how the parties look at it, in the end, it will be The doomed end of the mountain torrent.

Although Mo Yu didn't insist on the ending of the story, he noticed the cause of the incident. The change in Wamir started when Qi Ran confessed to him.

Until then, the traveler didn't know whether to be relieved or helpless to find out that the protagonist of the blood plane, Vamir, had already started to learn how to love others in this brand new world.

Thinking of this, Mo Yu's heart suddenly softened, "You care about Qi Ran?" Mo Yu asked while touching Wamir's short golden hair.

The blond-haired little vampire was stunned for a moment, then nodded his head unavoidably after all, and let out a 'hmm' as thin as a mosquito's sound between his teeth.

This time, it was no longer the daring that had no expectations, and no longer the inability to disagree, on the contrary, buds sprouted from the soft mud, and the fragrance of flower hyacinth wafted faintly from the warm wind. And what came along with it were the scrolls that were recalled and the poems that were recited again.

"Is there no one who likes it when they see it? It is as beautiful as a queen, but there is no kingdom to worry about."

This is a small silhouette of Wamir, although everything is changing, but it is as quiet as if it has never changed. The vampire stands in the torrent of time, just like the color in the blue pupil, never muddy, never Fading, turning and moving, the beauty is heartbreaking.

Then, the little vampire, whose mind had been peeped through, silently offered a kiss with the tenderness of the dark blue.

He didn't have the boldness, nor the jerkyness of a teenager. He had a simple appearance, as if he was performing some kind of customary etiquette.

In that cold, slightly out-of-the-bound contact, Mo Yu began to look at Wamir again, the little vampire who was studying, there was a smile on the corner of Mo Yu's lips, and what he didn't even notice was that smile There is pampering in it.

For no particular reason, Mo Yu kissed back. The kiss without warmth and desire was unexpectedly suitable for them, and that was the only time the traverser felt that the word "clothed beast" would also be because of some kind of kiss. Expectations of progress are tinged with praise.

That was his Vamir.