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

leave?Where are you taking him?

How to leave?

Who gave Qi Shi the dessert?

Unable to figure out a bunch of mysteries, Wen Chu fell into a coma.One last thought flashed through my mind, Lavelle...will he come to him?

"Lord Lavelle."

Ravel tore off the books spread across his face, tilted his head and glanced at Karin who called him.

"Lord Fred wants to see you," Larin said.

Lavelle threw the book on the corner of the table casually. He leaned on the back of the chair with his palm resting on his chin, and his long eyebrows were slightly frowned, thinking about something.

After a while, I ignored Karin's words just now, but asked, "Has he not come back yet?"

Karin immediately understood who this "he" was referring to: "Mr. Lin is still in the field of human activities."

Lavelle frowned even more upon hearing this.

Wen Chu has been to the election meeting, as long as the nobles should know the relationship between the two of them, those blood races dare not do anything to Wen Chu, and it is relatively safe here, so Lavelle did not send anyone to follow him.

If Wen Chu didn't come back, he was probably still reminiscing with his old friend and was reluctant to leave.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Karin asked suddenly.

Lavelle was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look out the window, Wen Chu was chatting with his friends, he was in a bad mood.

"I sent a blood clan to call Mr. Lin back."

"No need," Lavelle sighed slightly in his heart, and turned his gaze back, "You just said that Fred came to find me?"

"Yeah," Carlin asked, "let him in?"

It was only then that Lavelle realized that he was really in a bad mood now, and when he thought of all the mess, he couldn't help but want to lose his temper.

"No." Ravel said.

Carlin nodded, turned and left.

He picked up the book he had thrown on the corner of the table just now, and covered his face with his head up.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door in the silence.

Lavelle didn't speak, just sat up slightly, the book fell into his hands, and the door was pushed open from the outside.

Fred came over and stood in front of the table with a smile on his lips: "Master Lavelle."

"Can't Carlin stop you?" Lavelle said lightly.

"I wanted to talk to you," Fred said.

"Don't talk, get out."

Fred seemed to be in a good mood, and he didn't feel ashamed at all when he was scolded. He smiled very comfortably: "It's a very important thing." Walked to the living room on the side of the study.

Lavelle didn't move, watching Fred's actions with cold eyes, reached out and took a pen from the pen holder and pinned it to his chest, walked over and sat on the leather sofa.

It was easier for him to talk at this time, and he glanced at Fred standing beside the sofa, and nodded: "Sit down."

Fred sat across from Lavelle.

Carlin came over from behind the open door, bent over apologetically: "I'm sorry Mrs. Lavelle, Fred said he has something very important to tell you, but I couldn't stop him."

"It's okay." Lavelle waved his hand.

Karim backed out immediately, closing the door behind him as he left.

Fred said, "It's the same thing as last time..."

Lavelle lay back on the soft backrest: "Earl Fred, I think I made it very clear last time."

"No." Fred sat forward a little. "The last time you rejected me was probably because of Mr. Lin's presence, so you don't want to agree to such an unfair thing in front of him."

Lavelle smiled, and he didn't know whether to feel that the earl was too confident and felt qualified to help him, or that Fred was too imaginative to be involved in this.

He suddenly became interested: "Then why do you think I don't want to do such a thing in front of him?"

Fred didn't expect him to ask such a question, and he didn't know how to answer it.After a while, I said: "For those who are interested, they probably want to show their best side."

"So stupid at this age," Lavelle said, "just not being able to help you."

Fred froze for a moment, crossed his fingers and placed his mouth, lowered his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lavel lowered his head and played with the pen in his hand, asking, "Is there anything else?"

Fred still maintained that posture, did not reply for a while, and the surrounding was extremely quiet.

I don't know how long it took, Fred took a deep breath: "...Yes." He raised his head as he spoke, with the same smile on his face when he came here just now.

The living room was not as bright as the desk side, and the man's smile was half shrouded in the shadows at this time, showing different levels of demeanor.

The movement in Lavelle's hands paused, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

"This one," Fred said with a smile, "you might have to help me."

"Did Lin Yu go to find his human friend, and he hasn't come back yet."

Lavelle looked up at him suddenly.

Seeing Lavelle's reaction, Fred became even more excited, and the smile on his face twisted to another degree: "Aren't you wondering why he hasn't come back yet?"

Before Lavelle could speak, he seemed to have opened the door to say everything: "He's in my hands."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a "puff", and the pen in Lavelle's hand was firmly inserted into Fred's chest, piercing through the flesh, and firmly nailed to the black leather sofa. Red blood gushed out of the hole. Flowed out, drowning out a flash of red light on the cap.

Fred suddenly laughed out loud, but he couldn't breathe because of the wound on his chest, his face flushed, he was nailed to the sofa and coughed strangely, he coughed and looked at Lavelle: "It seems...cough cough Cough...I'm still coughing, I bet right."

Lavel stood up and walked in front of Fred, looking down at him, his black eyes dimmed, he pressed his finger on the pen cap, and pressed lightly, in a very soft tone: "Do you want the position of the Marquis?"

Fred looked up at him, and was a little speechless by Lavelle's expression. The twisted and ugly smile froze on his face, grinning so that the corners of his mouth hurt, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Whether you're lying to me or not," Lavelle bent slightly, tapped twice on the red dot almost covered in blood with his fingertips, and stared at him with dark eyes, "The position of the Marquis, I Will let you sit until the day when the blood race perishes."

After he finished speaking, he pulled out the recording pen: "Take me to see him."

There was only a moment of silence around, and then it broke out again.

Small and broken voices continuously entered Wenchu's brain, unstoppable whimpers, roars, screams...

Wen Chu couldn't help but frowned, why is it so messy?

He opened his eyes in a daze, unable to see the scene in front of him clearly, the surrounding was too dark, it seemed that there was no light at all.

The body couldn't help moving, and the sound of chains rang.

Qi Shi, who was squatting beside him and crying softly, immediately came back to his senses, stood up and walked to Wen Chu's side: "Are you awake?"

Wen Chu blinked, and slowly saw some color from the darkness. Qi Shi stood in front of him, with tears on his face, looking at him worriedly.

And his own condition was really not good, the cold chains went around his arms, feet, and neck, tightly wrapping his whole body around the cross on his back.

He didn't answer Qi Shi's words, turned his head and looked around, and found the source of the roar and scream.

The first thing I saw was a few pairs of red eyes, and slowly I saw the whole picture.

He and Qi Shi were in a prison, with a wall at the back and fences made of unknown materials on the other three sides.

Those vampires who seemed to have gone crazy were trapped in the cages on both sides. Their sharp nails scratched the fence, making harsh noises, and their heads almost squeezed out of it. saliva.

Seeing that Wen Chu ignored him, Qi Shi panicked, "Lin Yu...I'm sorry."

Wen Chu closed his eyes, and said in a helpless tone, "Who told you to do this?"

Lin Yu lowered his head: "I don't know what his name is. I only know that he is a nobleman with a high position. He found me suddenly last night and asked me to help him with something."

Wen Chu sneered: "Let you tie me up?"

Qi Shi shook his head immediately, and explained anxiously: "No, he said at the time that the vampire who adopted you liked to suck your blood, but the two of them were hostile, so he gave me some drugs and asked me to take your blood. Leave, so that blood race will be very angry."

He said in a low voice: "The person who came to me said that if that vampire keeps sucking your blood, your body will not be able to bear it, and he just likes your blood, which is not good for you at all. If I take your blood Take it away, he will help me transfer the guards..."

When Wen Chu looked at him, the cold iron chain hurt a little.It took a while for the brain to accept what Qi Shi said.

"But I didn't expect..." Qi Shi gritted his teeth, "But I didn't expect that he was lying to me. As soon as I brought you out, they took us away and threw us here."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Wen Chu, his eyes a little helpless, and he stretched out his hand to grab the corner of his clothes: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't know he was lying to me."

After he realized what Qi Shi was saying, he sighed slightly: "It's okay."

Qi Shi was taken aback for a moment.

"I don't blame you." Wen Chu said, "I didn't make it clear to you before."

"No, it's all my fault." Qi Shi clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, his palms sweating, "Then we... can we still be friends?"

"Don't ask such hypocritical questions, you didn't intend to harm me."

Qi Shi smiled and hugged him tightly.

Wen Chu was a little out of breath from being hugged by him, and his body was still tightly bound by the iron chain. It seemed that the strength of the drug had not passed, he was weak and his head was in a daze, and he groaned in pain.

Qi Shi immediately let go of his hand: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" He went to pull off the iron chain, frowned and said, "I just studied for a while, but there is no way to untie it."

It would be better if Wen Chu was lying on the ground, this posture made his already sore arms even more sore and unbearable.

He clenched his palms, and then hung down powerlessly.

"That nobleman," Qi Shi asked, "will he come to rescue you?"

The cage next to it made uninterrupted noises, roaring one after another.

Wen Chu didn't answer his words, but asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

Seeing that he skipped this topic, Qi Shi felt that the blood clan might not have much hope of saving people, so he felt a bit lost and said, "I don't know, but it's been a while."

Wen Chu endured the almost tumbling pain all over his body, and leaned his head on the cross behind him. He wanted to say that he was a little uncomfortable, but he was afraid that Qi Shi would be more worried, so he swallowed the words back.

Qi Shi shook his hand: "It doesn't matter if he doesn't come, I will protect you."

He had just finished speaking when footsteps suddenly came from behind him. The sound was getting closer and closer, as if he was in a hurry.

Wen Chu's heart skipped a beat, and he opened his eyes to look at the fence ahead.

A black figure first appeared in the field of vision, and Wen Chu's heart suddenly sank...it wasn't Lavelle.

The dark figure bent down and unlocked the front lock.

With a "boom", the buzzing sound echoed in the noisy prison.

Lavelle kicked open the fence without waiting for the vampire to unlock, and the vampire who was unlocking the lock was stunned for a moment.

As soon as he saw the scene in front of him, his originally cold face dropped to another level, his face sank like water, and his chest heaved and heaved extremely patiently.

Lavelle walked over quickly and pulled off the iron chain with his hands. Seeing this, Qi Shi immediately came over to support Wen Chu.

"Don't touch him." Lavelle said coldly.

Qi Shi was taken aback.

"I told you not to touch him."

Wen Chu raised his eyes and glanced at Lavelle.

Qi Shi pursed his lower lip and let go of his hand, lowered his head and took a few steps back.

Lavelle grabbed Wen Chu's waist: "Come here and unlock the chain."

The vampire came over immediately and untied all the chains on Wen Chu's body as quickly as possible.

When all the weight of Wen Chu fell on him, Lavelle's high-hanging heart was put back to its original position little by little. He hugged Wen Chu tightly, let out a heavy sigh of relief, and felt bored again. On the person's shoulder: "I was scared to death."

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