Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Auguste stretched out his slender hand and held his mother gently.

Eliza held him back, “You'll die, Augustus, listening to me, trying to accept their blood, okay? ”

The man smiled slightly and his thin lips outlined an elegant curve, "You don't have to worry about me. Her charm hasn't gotten this big yet, so my life took a short walk. ”

Lady Eliza shook her head, "No, you're lying to me, honey. ”

Augustus did not speak and his hands on his mother's back were pale and almost transparent.

Shen Kibai, that's what I realized.

No wonder she always felt something was wrong. The male lead had hardly drunk human blood in all these years, not to mention a drop, not even half a drop.

“Listen to me, Augustus, I'll get you a lot of blood.” Lady Eliza said, trembling on her way up.

Thereafter, fresh blood will be delivered every morning at the estate.

The maids lay on the table without any suspicion and fell into the alluring charm of men.

But Auguste didn't touch the blood, and his skin grew paler and paler, like a morbid, lonely human who never saw the sun.

There are fewer and fewer servants in the manor.

Lady Eliza did not have blood delivered, and she came to see the child for the last time in the late evening.

As a mother, she didn't cry this time, but watched Auguste sighed, "Promise me you'll leave. ”

For vampires, their lifespan is much longer than that of humans, and it's dangerous.

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

Augustus did not speak.

Mrs. Eliza was disappointed, but she respected her child's choice, "She won't show up. ”

Auguste glanced slightly under his pale skin and his pale blues faintly appeared, "I love you very much and I love her very much. ”

Lady Eliza covered her lips and hugged her child.

The last servant of the manor was fired.

The man takes care of the rose garden in the garden and cuts one in a vase in the room every day.

He started eating less and less, and where the sun was shining, he gradually stopped stepping.

His skin grew paler and paler, sometimes sitting there with a sense of still oil painting.

Shen Mubai stood beside her, and she was a God's perspective, and she would not see anything she said or did.

When the pointer was at exactly seven o'clock, the man got up, and after a while, he got dressed and went downstairs.

There is no meal today and the door opens directly to the garden.

But I don't know why, unlucky Augustus rarely comes across the sun so early.

A tiny corner of the sky was exposed, and golden light fell on the horizon, shining right into the rose garden.

Shen Woo looked up and naturally felt that today's roses could not be picked.

Yet Augustus did not hesitate, not even paused, to go in that direction.

The man bent down slightly and his slender fingers stretched out onto a brightly blooming rose, which was beautiful and contained a few drops of dewball, seemingly shy blooming his beauty.

The fine sun fell on the pale skin and the hands of the sheared stems shivered slightly.

The look on Auguste's face did not change much, his eyes dropped and he still picked up the rose, as usual, not slowly, and then turned around.