Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Ogud stretched out his slender hand and gently hugged his mother.

Elisa back to him. "You will die, Oguy, listen to me, try to accept their blood."

The man smiled lightly, and the thin lips outlined an elegant arc. "You don't have to worry about me. Her charm is not so big. My life has gone a short distance."

Mrs. Elisa shook her head. "No, you are lying to me, dear."

Ogud didn't talk, and the hand on the back of his mother was almost transparent.

Shen Mubai was shocked by what it was.

No wonder she always feels that something is wrong. In these years, the male lord has almost never drunk blood, not to mention a drop, even half a drop.

"Listen to me, O'Goud, I will prepare a lot of blood for you." Mrs. Elisa said, twitching and getting up.

After that, fresh blood will be sent every morning to the manor.

The maid was on the table, without any doubt, and they were indulged in the charm of men's enchantment.

But Ogud did not touch these blood, his skin is getting paler, like a human being who does not see the sun all the time, sick and lonely.

There are fewer and fewer servants in the manor.

Mrs. Elisa did not let people send the blood, and she came to see the child's last look in the late years.

As a mother, she didn't cry this time, but looked at Ogud and sighed. "Promise me, leave here."

For vampires, their life expectancy is much longer and more dangerous than humans.

Because vampires constantly change their identities, they can reduce the risk of not being discovered.

Ogud did not speak.

Mrs. Elisa is disappointed, but she respects her child's choices. "She won't show up."

Ogud is slightly eye-catching, under the pale skin, the pale blue veins are looming, "I love you very much, and love her very much."

Mrs. Elisa covered her lips and hugged her own child.

The last servant in the manor was dismissed.

The man calmly took care of the roses in the garden and cut a branch into the vase in the room every day.

He began to eat less and less, and there were sunny places, and he gradually stopped.

His skin is getting paler and paler, sometimes sitting there, but giving a feeling of still oil painting.

Shen Mubai stood on the side, she is a God's perspective, and she will not see what she says.

When the pointer reached seven o'clock, the man got up, after a while, dressed neatly down the stairs.

There was no meal today, and I opened the door directly to the garden.

But I don't know what the reason is. Ogud, who is not lucky, rarely encountered the sun so early.

There is a small corner on the horizon, and the golden light falls on the horizon, just shining into the rosebuds.

Shen Mubai looked up and looked at it, and naturally felt that today's roses could not be picked up.

However, Ogud did not hesitate, and even the pace did not stop, go in that direction.

The man bent down slightly, and his long fingers stretched out to a brightly blooming rose. It was beautiful, with a few drops of dew, and seemed to be a little shy to bloom his own beauty.

The shattered sunlight fell on the pale skin, and the hand that cut the stem shook a little.

There was no change in the look of Ogud's face. His eyes fell, and he still picked up the rose as usual and turned around.

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