Forced to lie down after wearing cannon fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Let's go to you together.

"I'm not going to look for him," Wen Chu said, "I'm going to go on your own."

"No wow, he probably won't see us without you." Vesch said loudly from behind, "And we don't know where he is."

Wen Chu frowned impatiently: "I don't know either."

"It's okay," the blond man looked at him, "as long as he knows you're here."

He smiled and held out his hand.

Before Wen Chu understood what that sentence meant, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, he froze for a moment, and then saw large patches of red under his eyes.

The sweet blood flowed out along the cut skin, staining the pure white collar and coat, blurring the vision, and the strength of the whole body seemed to be gradually flowing along the blood.

"Ah, ah, ah, Kevin, you are so stupid, you have so much blood!"

The sound came into his mind intermittently, Wen Chu could no longer tell what Wei Siqi was talking about, all his feelings were slowly leaving him, dizziness hit him suddenly, he could no longer support his body, for a split second Lost consciousness.

Kevin caught the limply fallen person in front of him: "Don't yell all day long."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)Will I die!" Wei Siqi continued to shout."

Kevin lowered his eyes and looked at Wenchu's tightly closed eyes and pale lips, and then looked at the blood that was almost all over his body: "Probably not." After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to cover the wound: "I will Swipe lightly."

"You are such an idiot, he is a human being," Wisch walked over, "a human being who can die with a bang!"

Kevin sighed, put Wen Chu on the ground slowly, and said to Wei Siqi, "Come here and hug him."

"Woooooooooo his blood is so fragrant that I can't control it," Wisch came over and hugged Wen Chu with a crying face, "Why didn't Lavelle come here? What if he died in my arms? woo woo woo woo."

Hearing no reply, Wisch opened his eyes, and there was no one in front of him.

The wall next to it was cracked with countless cracks, and Kevin was thrown against the wall. Lavelle pinched his neck, gritted his teeth and said, "This... what does it mean?"

Kevin looked at him, tilted his head and said, "I want to see what you mean." He smiled, "It's been a long time since I saw you, and I've grown a lot taller."

Lavelle looked at him coldly, his fingers gradually turning white.

Wei Siqi didn't know when he stopped crying: "La, Lavel, that's the monarch."

The familiar smell kept stimulating his brain, Lavel let go of his hand, turned around and walked quickly towards Wen Chu, bent down to hug him: "I don't want to see you two until he wakes up. "

As soon as Wen Chu opened his eyes, he saw those green eyes. He was taken aback, his nerves tensed up, and there was a throbbing pain in his brain, and he almost passed out again.

It wasn't that he was timid, he was still in a daze when he woke up, and his consciousness hadn't fully recovered. Those eyes that seemed to swallow him filled his entire field of vision, and anyone would be scared to death.

Seeing that he had frightened someone, Wei Siqi jumped off the bed and stood obediently aside.

Wen Chu closed his eyes for a while, rubbed the corners of his brows, frowned and said, "Why are you here?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and his lips were extremely dry. When he spoke, he felt as if his throat was blocked by something.

"Ravel said you won't see us until you wake up," Vesch said, "I'll run over and wait for you to wake up."

"Is no one stopping you?" Wen Chu sighed.

"They couldn't stop me. As soon as Lavelle left, I came over. As soon as he came over, I left."

Wen Chu glanced at him: "Are you afraid of him?"

Vesch shook his head: "How could that be?"

"How long have I been asleep?" Wen Chu asked.

"5 days, 21 hours, 37 minutes and 48 seconds."

Wen Chu didn't expect that he could sleep for so long. Even now, he felt very tired, his body was indescribably exhausted, and he felt that he could continue to sleep in the next second.

He lowered his head and looked down. There were layers of bandages tied around his neck, and he couldn't see any blood. If he didn't move, it wouldn't hurt, but he would feel uncomfortable, like psychological suffocation.

Wei Siqi climbed onto the bed again, nestled next to Wen Chu, staring closely at his neck.

Wen Chu glanced at him: "...have you not sucked blood in 800 years?"

Wisch opened his eyes wide in surprise and covered his mouth: "How do you know?"

Wen Chu: "?"

"To be more precise," Wisch said seriously, "it is 800 years, two months, seventeen days, two hours, 21 minutes and 32 seconds."

800 years?This person's clothes look like a nobleman, and he can still avoid the eyes of the people around him. His strength should not be weak. It's too strange not to suck blood for more than 800 years, even stranger than Lavelle.

Wen Chu frowned, feeling that his situation was a bit dangerous, and if he was sucked blood, his own people would be gone. He pushed Wei Siqi's head impatiently: "Get away, I don't want to see you."

He couldn't use his strength, and instead of being pushed away by him, Wisch hugged him: "Don't do this, I was so distressed when that idiot Kevin was bleeding you."

Wen Chu looked down at him.

"So much sweet blood is wasted, woo woo woo woo."

Wen Chu: "..."

If that little electric baton was in his hands, he would have electrocuted the short vampire to death without hesitation.

"You are an aristocrat. If you want to drink blood, you don't want to drink it casually. Why do you feel bad?"

"You can't drink blood casually," Wisch said, "I haven't drank it for 25 years, ten months, seven days, seventeen hours, three, 10 minutes, and 11 seconds. Just after I came out of it, I was given a pile of sweet blood. , if it weren't for my strong self-control, you would have died."

"...Oh." Wen Chu asked, "So why did Hao Duanduan give me such a knife?"

"Because I want to see Lavelle, otherwise he will keep avoiding us." Vesch said, "If he has sucked your blood, he will smell the smell and rush over."

"What did you do to offend him?" Wen Chu asked, "It made him not want to see you so much."

Before Wei Siqi could speak, there was a soft knock outside the door. Immediately afterwards, Wen Chu watched helplessly as the man in front of him with a distorted expression was quickly ejected.

There was a huge "boom".

Wen Chu was stunned for a moment, and glanced in the direction where Weisky was thrown away. The thick wall had already been deformed and twisted backwards, and Weisky was thrust into the ground by a long piece that seemed to be broken off casually. Broke his chest and nailed it tightly to the wall.

He glanced at the door again, and there was a piece missing in the middle of the door, which should have been inserted into Wei Siqi's body.

Lavelle stood there, gently patted the dust off his hands, and Kevin leaned against the door with his arms folded, watching the scene inside with interest.

Wen Chu's brain capacity at this time is already a little insufficient, and such a series of particularly exciting things happened just after waking up, it's better to just fall asleep.

Vesch was pinned to the wall, motionless and with his eyes closed.Wen Chu looked at him: "This is..."

"He's not dead," Lavelle walked over, hesitantly hugged Wen Chu, "Change the room."

Wen Chu suddenly opened his eyes wide: "I can walk."

Ravel didn't speak.

From the corner of the eye at the beginning of hearing, Wischi, who was originally nailed to the wall, opened his eyes a little. After seeing Lavelle leave, he felt relieved, stretched out his hand and pulled out the long stick that had pierced his chest, and jumped lightly on the ground. , tiptoed to the window ready to climb out quietly.

Lavelle didn't look back: "Wait there."

Wisch froze: "..."

Wen Chu didn't know where Lavelle was going to take him. Leaning in his arms at this moment, the heavy sleepiness just now was gone, and his body tensed up a little nervously, and every touch was particularly obvious.

Fortunately, the distance was not far, and it didn't take long to arrive at the place.

This room is different from the place he usually lives in. A row of high bookshelves is the first sight. Walking over the bookshelves, you can see the wide bed leaning against the window.

The bed was extraordinarily soft, and when I first lay on it, I felt as if I was slowly sinking in. As soon as Lavelle put him on it, he couldn't wait to pull the quilt over to cover it, and pulled it directly to the tip of his nose, revealing only one eye.

His eyes are also fluttering: "Next time, don't hug me, I can walk by myself."

He coughed lightly: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Lavelle took out something from his pocket and put it in front of Wen Chu's eyes.

It was the small electric baton, but it was covered with a leather case and a layer of soft cotton inside.In this way, when you usually carry it, you will not accidentally touch the button and have an accident.The friction in the middle is not too great, and the leather case can be pulled off with a light pull.

Wen Chu's eyes lit up, and he reached out to take it. The leather case felt soft and comfortable: "Where did you get this? The size is so suitable."

"I made it."

Wen Chu raised his eyebrows: "It's true."

The corner of Lavelle's mouth curved slightly, and he stood up: "You rest first, I still have something to do."

Wen Chu looked at his back, thought for a while and asked, "Are the two of them nobles?"

Lavelle paused: "Well, one is one of the five dukes, and the other is the monarch."

Wen Chu slipped his hand and almost turned on the electric baton again. That coward who looks like a child of seven or eight years old and is over [-] years old is a duke or a monarch?

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