Vase Beauty [Quick Transmigration]

"What department does he belong to? The system has delayed the task for so long, can the higher-ups bear it?"

"That one is so evil, every time the host does a mission, he can mess up the plot of the small world, not to mention some supporting characters are messed up, and the protagonist also collapsed the plot design, but the above can't find out the reason. "

"Then the higher ups haven't arrested him for research?"

"The Lord God's order has been issued long ago. Give him privileges, and he can do whatever mission he wants. I heard that his mission video is also a top secret... What kind of person is this?"

"His system has made mistakes every time, and the mission report has been fooled by the superior system. Is this also the meaning of the Lord God?"

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After Song Su completed his mission last time, he was depressed for a long time and did not return to the real world. Instead, he stayed in the system space, leaning against the window in a daze all day long. After a long time, the surrounding systems also noticed him. Laziness, pointing all day long.

The system comforted Song Su every day, and racked his brains to persuade him in other words: "Su Bao, didn't you say you didn't like him before?"

I don't like it that much, but this person died trying to save him, so I made him think about it.If he knew that Song Su escaped to death in a systematic way, what would he do?Song Jesus has been troubled these days.

Seeing so many urging messages from the superior system, the system hesitated and said, "Then, how about some emotional cleaning agent?"

Song Su hesitated for a while, but agreed.Although he is usually heartless, no matter how big the matter is, he can turn over the next day.

But this time is different, how could he just forget about the hot heart he brought up... So, it's better to clean it up temporarily, anyway, when the mission is over, these feelings and memories will come back again.

"I'm sorry, Tongzi, you have been with me for so long and have been passive and sabotage. After cleaning up, let's continue the task."

The tall castle was shrouded in dense night, and the tallest spire had only one window, overgrown with weeds. Song Su woke up lying on the table by the window.

A few stout domestic servants followed the butler and kicked open the door, and the figures reflected by the candle flames jumped on the wall, "Young master, I have offended you."

Song Su is an illegitimate child with a low status and is not loved by his parents. He is not welcome in the castle.

His biological mother was an unremarkable domestic servant who died of dystocia after giving birth to him, and never gave him any blessing.

His father is not promiscuous, and he and his biological mother just had accidental drunken sex. In this life, there are only two sons, Song Su and his elder brother Song Yu, so in everyone's eyes, it is Song Su's mother who is promiscuous and seduces Father Song.

Song Su propped his head, still a little dazed, he had already been set up one after another, Xu was surprised by his quietness today, the butler said a few more words: "Don't be upset, it's your responsibility to donate blood for the young master." It's an honor, if you make trouble again next time, you won't be fasting for more than a day."

Song Jesus' status in the family is not as good as that of a domestic servant.He is an illegitimate child, born weak, not smart, and does not work at home. If his family was not rich enough to support him, he would have been driven out to live on the streets.

Song Su sighed, no wonder he felt weak, he had been hungry for a day.

After fasting, I have to donate blood to the young master.

The young master was born with insufficiency, and his mother recruited famous doctors from all over the world for him, but there was no room for him to make amends.Later, Song's mother took the risk and decided to use the forbidden technique, drawing a formation with Song's blood, and praying for the gods to come-this is a legend handed down in the town. There used to be a famous witch in the town.

The blood was naturally drawn from Song Su's body.This formation has lasted for six days, and today is the last day, success or failure depends on it.

As long as they are pious enough and successfully make the gods come down, the gods are always kind, and they might be able to save the life of the young master Song Yu.

So they can't really starve Song Su to death.If Song Su died, there would be no second illegitimate son to donate blood to the Eldest Young Master, so Father Song's blood couldn't be used.

Not to mention whether Father Song is willing to donate blood, and he is an oriental, so he doesn't really believe in these gods and demons.

A few lamps were lit in the deep basement. Under the command of the housekeeper, the servants threw Song Su on the ground. In the center of the room not far away, there was a huge, complex and magnificent pattern engraved, and the lines between the lines were almost dry. blood.

Song Su only took one look, and felt that he was going to be anemic, and the cut on his wrist began to ache.Make a cut for him every day, and now there are six scratches.

His palms were propped on the cold ground, his arms trembled slightly, and his legs were also stiff. This was the result of not eating or drinking all day long.

Song Yu and the mistress haven't come yet, and they don't use it, because they only need to come to the basement to watch the effect after the formation is completed, so as to avoid any adverse effects during the period. It's okay if the servant and Song Su are injured, young master Can't hurt.

Song Su: "Tongzi, can this thing really attract gods?"

He is not a pious believer or a holy son. If he really wants to show signs of God, he will pay a lot, maybe not just a blood sacrifice...

The system was silent for a rare moment, and then hurriedly said: [Su Bao, what should I do? I suddenly saw a new notice from the Lord God. In the future, I will adopt a method of not giving the plot. It is up to you to figure it out. person set. 】

The system whimpered a few times, crying like a five-hundred-pound dog, [This start is already difficult, why not give the plot, will it be so embarrassing for you in the future?I'm going to protest! 】

"It's okay, actually...it's quite interesting." Song Su sat up slowly, brushing the dust off his palms, "Actually, isn't it just to find the protagonist and continue to be the villain to bully him? How hard can it be?"

Is it hard to find the main character?

And his character should still be a villain.Judging from what happened just now, one can guess that the eldest young master is very likely to be the protagonist in this world, and the suspicion is very high.

But for the time being, I can't be sure, the plot is easy to collapse, and it can't be ruled out that there are two protagonists, or the protagonist collapsed and luck fell to another supporting character, thus changing the possibility of the protagonist.

Of course, the top priority right now is to survive, otherwise he would have to die here today with this amount of blood drawn.

Song Su also guessed right.The plan of the mistress is to make Song Su live a sacrifice, and he has to die here today, otherwise, what if he gets in the way of Song Yu?

Song Yu didn't know about it from the beginning to the end, just like a pure and innocent young master who loves her.

Step, step, step...

The sound of footsteps gradually came, and Song Jesus didn't need to listen carefully to know that it was the housekeeper and the others.Song Su closed his eyes, acting like a rotten salted fish.

The housekeeper got the order from the mistress, and walked up to Song Su with a few tall servants to block him, "Come and hold him down, so as not to accidentally injure the young master."

The long summer night was dark and bright, and the scene of offering human sacrifices to the gods was being staged in the basement of the old castle, and the lamps on the walls were burning brightly.

The figures of those domestic servants were tall and terrifying, like hell dogs coming to claim their lives.

The only person who is incompatible with this dark and strange picture is this young master.

Song Jesus did not struggle as he did a few days ago. He was obedient and pitiful from beginning to end. Four people held his wrists and ankles respectively, and then handcuffed them with chains, so that he could only fall to the ground and could not stand up. up, unable to move.

The heavy shackles wrapped tightly around Song Su's lonely ankle, cold sweat soaked the shattered hair on his cheeks, he raised his hand, and tried to brush off the messy shattered hair on both sides of his cheeks, revealing the fine white hair that is rarely seen by others face.

Like a small flower, tremblingly shakes off the dew, revealing its faint but shocking fragrance.

The housekeeper's servant was holding a knife, and the servant stepped forward and tried to get the knife.This servant is quick at work, she is in the kitchen, and she was responsible for cutting Song Su's blood vessel a few days ago.

"Let me do it." The butler turned sideways, took out a small knife, and murmured in a low voice, "This time, the young master deserves a more gentle approach."

The housekeeper had a whim, maybe he should let Song Su die without pain, just like now, without pain in his eyebrows and eyes.

He stepped forward, pulled up the chain, and gently and slowly cut a small wound on Song Su's arm with a knife, without touching it at all - even though Song Su's status was low, there was still noble blood flowing in his body, It's not that these servants dare to touch it directly.

Then, the blood fell drop by drop, the sound of water continued, and the slight trembling of the white and tender arm seemed to be swaying gently in the chains.

At this moment, everyone was very thirsty, as if mentally longing for that drop of blood, that drop of blood flowing from Song Su's blood vessel, which attracted them sweetly.

Soon, the blood slowly flowed in the engravings on the ground, and the magnificent pattern became more and more obvious, as if it was moving on the ground. This noble Western fantasy magic power made the servants amazed.

And in this room, behind a black curtain, Song Yu and the mistress were staring at them closely.

After all, the mistress was a little impatient, so she brought Song Yu down, as long as she succeeded, she could pray to the gods, and she didn't want to delay for a moment.

Song Su lowered his head, thinking in his heart: "I don't know how the forbidden technique is performed, but the blood is all mine. As long as I don't die, then... shouldn't the gods I summoned belong to me?" ?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense, so Song Su started to pretend to be dead.He slowly lay down on the ground, trying to relax his body, like a pool of soft stagnant water.

If he waited until the gods came, he might have a chance.

Within a few seconds, Song Su's head became dizzy.There is no reaction for so long, so it must be a real failure, right?

A pitch-black phantom flashed across the wall, and the flames on the candles danced without anyone noticing.

The pain came up slowly and slowly, and Song Su realized it later, and gradually couldn't bear it, tears accumulated in his eyes.

A tear fell down.

But there was no sound.Caught by something invisible.

Song Su didn't give up, and felt the surroundings carefully, but still didn't feel anything strange.

Did it really fail?

He frowned slightly dejectedly, and began to think about what to do next.

Until, an invisible hand held Song Su's ankle.

It came so suddenly, with a heavy chill, it was even more difficult to break free than the chains.

Song Su's pale lips began to tremble uncontrollably, and the ankle bone was clenched even tighter.

The voice was deep and elegant, and it seemed to be born with heart-piercing thorns, and the tone was high and high.

"Dare to wake up my little thing, come here."

The author says:

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