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

Wen Chu followed Karin to the old man's place. Fortunately, the blood race didn't kick any important parts of Qi Shi's body, only a few ribs were broken, so he was about to rest in bed for a while to recuperate.

After the old man settled Qi Shi, he pointed at Wen Chu's neck: "You, is it still hurting? Give me some medicine."

"It doesn't hurt." Wen Chu reached out and touched it, but he stood still.

"Come here even if it doesn't hurt." The old man said.

Wen Chu was pulled over by him, sat on the chair, and heard the old man sigh: "Is your neck injured a little too often?"

Wen Chu: "..."

He paused and said, "This should be asked about those blood races."

The old man took off his bandage lightly, and asked, "Did Kevin do it?"

"Well," Wen Chu said in a low voice, "He just swiped lightly, and the movement was so fast, I didn't even realize it, that's it."

The body still fainted directly without disappointment.

"He's still so strong." The old man sighed with emotion.

Wen Chu looked at him: "He is the monarch of the blood clan, can he not be strong?"

The old man smiled and said, "Is this trying to trick me?"

"I think you should know a lot," Wen Chu said, "tell me about it as appropriate."

"I don't know much." The old man wiped the medicine on him, "I know that he is the younger brother of the previous monarch."

Wen Chu didn't even think about it: "The last monarch was Lavelle's father?"

"Yes," the old man said bluntly, "the hair color is the same."

"Where's Navischi?" Wen Chu asked.

"Weschi? He has no blood relationship with Lavelle. He is a blood clan that existed a long time ago."

The wound was a thin one, and the medicine healed quickly.Wen Chu wanted to ask something more, but the old man said, "I'm just a human being, and I don't know much. If you want to know something, you might as well go to Lavelle directly, and he will tell you."

Wen Chu was just curious, and didn't intend to actually go to people and ask where your parents are, why this kind of question has never arisen, after all, it is a private matter.

When Qi Shi woke up after a while and saw Wen Chu's neck, he was still startled. He didn't care much about his injuries, so he frowned and asked, "What's the matter with your injuries?"

Wen Chu hadn't spoken yet, Qi Shi didn't know what he thought of, and he became a little excited: "Is it the blood that sucked your blood? He..."

"No, no," Wen Chu hurriedly interrupted him, and smiled, "It was his people who brought you back when you were injured."

Qi Shi was stunned for a moment, and after a while he said worriedly: "Lin Yu, how about...you should go back, I always feel that this place is very dangerous."

Wen Chu didn't speak.

"The conditions here are indeed a lot better," Qi Shi frowned, "but the chances of encountering accidents and dangers are greater when you come into close contact with those blood races."

For the original owner, it is indeed safer to be in the original situation.But Wen Chu is different, he still has tasks to do, and Lavelle is the person who has the most relationship with the energy stone, if he goes back regardless, the task will be very troublesome.

"There will be no danger," Wen Chu said, "I can't go back now."

Qi Shi looked at him with confusion in his eyes.

"I can go to bask in the sun and eat with you every day," Wen Chu said, "but I can't leave here."

Qi Shi sighed slightly and said nothing more.

During this period of recuperation, he lived very comfortably. He had some food every day and went to bask in the sun with Qi Shi, and when he came back, he would lie on the bed and read a book. The day passed quickly.

But what is quite a headache is that when you open your eyes in the morning, you can see Wisch lying on the head of the bed. This person rests his chin on one hand and stares at his neck without blinking. Glowing.

Wen Chu rubbed his forehead, this blood race who hadn't sucked blood in 800 years looked at him like this, it was quite scary, he always felt that he could jump over and suck him up in the next second.

Vesch still looked at him: "Don't worry, I won't suck your blood, I've survived 800 years, I still have some self-control," he said, widening his eyes, "I'll just take a look. "

Wen Chu was a little helpless: "There are so many humans here, why are you staring at me?"

"Your blood is more fragrant than other people's, and the first thing I smell when I come out of it is yours," Wisch said, "I am very affectionate and dedicated."

Wen Chu glanced at him and said nothing.

So Wei Siqi took his inexplicable "baby bird" plot, fell behind Wenchu ​​every day, and followed wherever he went.

When Wen Chu went to eat, he sat beside him, took a bite of food with his head down, looked up at the person, took a bite of the meal with his head down, and looked up at the person...

Wen Chu went to find Qi Shi, he grabbed the person's trouser legs and walked step by step.

When Wen Chu went to bask in the sun, the man simply lay down on the transparent glass in a big character, like a strange species of gecko.

So much so that the staff looked at Wen Chu back and forth several times with puzzled eyes. In the end, Wei Siqi turned his head suddenly, scaring the staff away, and then turned his head and continued to look at Wen Chu. early.

For a moment, Wen Chu had the illusion that he was raising a child...

Still the kind of child who is particularly disobedient and makes people worry.

Later, when Wen Chu went to find Lavelle, the man had no intention of running away, and hung on him as usual.Wen Chu looked down at the motionless man holding his trousers, feeling a little puzzled.

Vesch looked up at him: "I'm not afraid of Lavelle."

Wen Chu ignored him, walked to Lavelle's room, knocked on the door, and after a while, the door was opened from the inside, and Karin's figure appeared in front of him, and he bent towards Wen Chu as a gesture of invitation.

When Wenchu ​​walked in, Lavelle was busy, and there was a vampire standing in front of the office desk. After hearing the sound, he glanced towards the door, but his body froze when he saw Visky next to him.

It's Fred.

Lavelle was looking down at the files on the table, and looked over after Wen Chu walked in.

Wen Chu: "Are you busy? Then I will..."

"Not busy," Lavelle handed over the things in his hand, and said to Fred, "You go back first."

Fred obviously hadn't finished talking, so he hesitated to take it, bent down and said, "Okay." When he walked to the door, Wisch looked up at him with innocent eyes, and Fred's face was pale. After a while, he left without looking back.

Wen Chu sighed, stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, and walked towards Lavelle.

Vesch also followed, holding the desk with both hands, only showing one eye, looking at Lavelle.

Lavelle looked at him: "What are you doing with him?"

"There are many reasons," Vesch said, "whichever you want to hear."

"I don't want to hear any of them."

Vesch asked, "So can you follow?"

Lavelle looked at him and said after a few seconds, "Yes."

"Oh!" Wei Siqi cheered, turned around and jumped into Wen Chu's arms, put his arms around Wen Chu's neck, and rubbed his head again.

Lavelle frowned imperceptibly upon seeing this.

Wen Chu stepped back a little in disgust, and stretched out his hand to pull the man down: "Stay away from me."

Lavelle said with a cold face: "You don't have to follow me when I'm here."

Wei Siqi was very shocked: "Are you treating me as a tool man, just throw it away!"

Lavelle looked at him blankly.

Wei Siqi showed an aggrieved expression, and jumped off Wen Chu, muttering something in his mouth as he walked towards the door, and when he finally left, he sternly gave Lavelle a "bah", "Boom" Closed the door with a bang.

Seeing Wei Siqi's aggrieved expression, Wen Chu couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Why did you agree to let him follow me?"

"He is very strong, it will be safer to follow you," Lavelle didn't say much, "Is there anything you can do to find me?"

"Oh, yes." Wen Chu put the book he was holding on the desk. There are many books in the room where he lives. When he comes back at night when he has nothing to do, he will look for the ones he is interested in. I happened to see a book these days. A book about the history of bloodlines.

Then he took out the notebook that Lu Yuan had given him, and put it in front of Lavelle: "These two books are different in some places, and they are about the war treaty."

Wen Chu looked at him: "... I don't know if I can ask."

Lavelle lowered his eyes: "You can ask."

Wen Chu smiled, walked around the desk and walked to Lavelle, then opened the place he marked, pointed to a place and said: "The time limit for the peace treaty written in your book is 20 years, but in the notebook It was 30 years."

"What Lu Yuan said should be correct, but this book is your record, so this kind of mistake shouldn't happen. I don't understand, so I'm here to ask you." After Wen Chu finished speaking, he didn't hear answer.

He moved his eyes away from the book and looked at Lavelle, only to find that the man was staring at his neck tightly, as if he was in a daze, completely ignoring what he was saying.

Wen Chu kept looking at him, and Lavelle finally realized that something was wrong, recovered his senses, blinked his eyes, and stretched out his hand towards Wen Chu's neck.

The expected pain did not come, and the cold fingers slid across the skin. Lavel's hand paused, and then slowly went down, stroking his collar, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your collar is messed up. .”

He said, and took his hand back after smoothing it.

Wen Chu was wearing a simple white gown, and he looked quite thin. Lavelle glanced at him, and quickly looked away.

But I thought in my heart, why are you still so skinny?

Wen Chu was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and tugged at the collar again: "Oh, it must have been messed up by Wei Siqi just now."

Thinking of the scene just now, Lavelle felt an inexplicable anger in his heart. He frowned and suppressed the strangeness, and asked, "What did you just... say?"

Sure enough, I didn't listen.

The window was open, the notebook was blown by the faint wind, the pages of the book were rushing forward, and stopped at a certain page, Wen Chuyi lowered his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the sentence - the desire of blood for blood Probably inscribed in the genes.

Wen Chu sighed, he stood up straight, and asked, "My lord, do you want to suck blood?"

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