The Scumbag of Fast Transmigration Guide to Self-Help

Chapter 511 Setting 52 Vampires Seeking Immortality (3)

The sky turned white, the breeze blew through the windows, and the blue morning light shone into the bedroom.

Jiu Ji yawned long, gathered the lace-trimmed velvet quilt, sat up suddenly, glanced at the surrounding environment and frowned.

An elegantly decorated bedroom, a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, a spotless desk and a whole row of wardrobes are not something she can have at all.

"Where am I?" she recalled to herself.

After a while, she recalled the conversation last night, tentatively stretched out her fingers, and touched the morning light that was not yet warm, and her body and mind suddenly relaxed.

"I'm safe. I'm free." She raised her hand to touch her forehead, it was warm, and she frowned slightly, belatedly rejoicing.

Those experiences of escaping in the past were so unforgettable that they could even be said to be the shadow of her life, always popping up to cause trouble when she didn't realize it.

The maid who had been waiting at the door heard the voice in the room, bent her knuckles and knocked politely on the door.

Jiu Ji looked at the food laid out on the table one by one, and touched his stomach.

She slept peacefully all night, her stomach was already empty.

She lowered her eyelashes slowly, surprised by the thoughtfulness of her master.

After breakfast, Jiu Ji stood outside the window and looked at the roses on the fence. He always felt that they bloomed extra brightly today, and seemed to exude an extremely rich and extremely bloody smell.

She suddenly looked back, and the old butler who came behind her at some time said with a serious face, "The count asked me to take you down to relax."

"Relaxing?" Jiu Ji smiled lightly at the rising sun, and the light blue blood vessels on his neck became paler under the sunlight, "I haven't lived such a comfortable life for a long time."

"Then let's go." The old butler's voice made people unable to hear the joy or anger.

Jiuji didn't take the old man's attitude to heart.

She has experienced many things, and she is not afraid of others' indifference, on the contrary, she is more afraid of others' excessive enthusiasm.

Excessive enthusiasm often has other intentions.

Yuan Jin on the third floor saw Jiu Ji and the old housekeeper walking into the garden of the villa, with a pale face, dragging his thin and mutilated body back to the elegantly and luxuriously decorated bedroom.

A night of fierce fighting consumed all his energy.

Now he needs a good rest.

When he woke up, it was dusk.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking deeply about the wandering between waking up and not waking up.

The old butler was standing in front of his bed, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his wrinkled face was full of worry.

"You are still in a very bad state."

The complexion of the young man in front of him was unprecedentedly pale, so pale that it was almost transparent. His hazel eyes, which were always shining, were dimmed at this moment, like a fire that was about to be extinguished at any time. Blood, missing a bloody piece of meat.

"Is it worth it?" he asked softly.

The young man thought for a long time, and said softly, "Is she happy today?"

The old butler sighed softly, turned his back and wiped away his tears, "Miss Jiu Ji is very happy today. She asked me to thank you."

Poor master, who made such a big sacrifice for that strange lady, but issued a ban to keep everyone from telling her.

When he thought of this, his heart couldn't help being sad.

Yuan Jin gently held the old man's arm with his intact left hand, and smiled softly: "You still treat me like a child. I have grown up. I can protect you now."

The old man didn't look at him, his eyes were fixed on the huge scarlet landscape curtain, and he didn't speak for a long time.

If possible, he would rather the youth never grow up, and he would always grow up safely under his wings, free from any wind and rain.

The cool breeze blew into the room, and the sleepy Yuan Jin slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

With the sound of shallow breathing, the old man stared back for a long time before slowly bending down to tuck the corner of the quilt for the young man, and drifted out of the bedroom in silence.

(End of this chapter)