Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Chapter 1489

Ogud held out his slender hand and held his mother gently.

Eliza hugged him back. "You're going to die, ogoud. Listen to me. Try to accept their blood."

The man smile, thin lips outline an elegant arc, "you don't have to worry about me, her charm is not so big, my life just went a little bit."

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

Ogud did not speak, and his hands on his mother's back were almost transparent.

Shen mubai realized something.

No wonder she always felt something was wrong. In recent years, the man had hardly drunk human blood, let alone a drop, even half a drop.

"Listen to me, ogud. I'll prepare a lot of blood for you." Said Mrs. Eliza, shaking to her feet.

From then on, fresh blood was sent to the manor every morning.

Maid on the table, no doubt, they sink in the charm of men full of bewitching.

But ogud did not touch the blood. His skin became more and more pale, like a man who never saw the sun, sick and lonely.

There were fewer and fewer servants in the manor.

Mrs. Eliza didn't let the blood come. She came to see her child for the last time in her old age.

As a mother, she did not cry this time, but looked at ogud and sighed, "promise me, will you leave here?"

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

Because vampires have to constantly change identities to reduce the risk of undetected.

Ogud didn't speak.

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

Ogud micro drooping eyes, pale skin, pale blue veins looming, "I love you, I love her."

Mrs. Eliza covered her lips and hugged her child.

The last servant in the manor was dismissed.

The man took good care of the rose garden in the garden, cutting a branch every day and putting it in the vase in the room.

He began to eat less and less, and where there was sunshine, he gradually stopped walking.

His skin became more and more pale, and sometimes sitting there gave people the feeling of still oil painting.

Shen mubai stood on the edge. She was a God's perspective, and she would not see what she said or did.

When the pointer to seven o'clock sharp, the man got up, after a while, dressed neatly downstairs.

I didn't have dinner today, and I just opened the door and walked into the garden.

But I don't know what the reason is. It's hard for ogud to meet the sunshine so early.

There was a small corner in the sky, and the golden light fell on the horizon, just reaching the rose garden.

Shen mubai raised his eyes and naturally felt that today's roses could not be picked.

However, ogud did not hesitate, not even pause, and walked in that direction.

The man slightly bent down, slender fingers to a blooming rose, it is very beautiful, with a few drops of dew, seems to be some shy bloom their own beauty.

The broken sunlight fell on the pale skin, and the hand with the stem was slightly and imperceptibly shaking.

There was no change in the look on ogud's face. His eyes dropped. He picked up the rose as usual and turned around.

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