Rescuing the Supporting Character

At midnight, there is no moonlight above the sky, the oak forest is hidden in the darkness, and the branches and leaves penetrate the night, solidified in the air like a claw in the sky.

On the ground, on the stakes, on his clothes, and even on his body, the blood was thick and dark red. Angus squatted on the ground, numbly gathered the visceral debris on one side and picked up the big hole filled in his chest and abdomen.

It is so stupid, stupid to not even know the pain.

Why is it not obedient, why should it come out... Angus has a blank in his mind, just mechanically smashing the broken meat over his chest over and over again, as if he had been doing it all the time, it would be resurrected.

The soft kitten's body was stained with blood, and its white long hair was entangled in a solid blood. Angus raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face, but only made his hair dyed red.

Why is it still not awake?

Angus gently shakes its body, it's time to go home, stupid cat, get up. Its head squats, swinging weakly with his movements.

The panic of the hindsight began to dance slowly in Angus's chest. He gasped and licked his chest. It was so painful that it hurt like someone was groaning.

Why is it so painful? Angus didn't understand that his eyes were red and he seemed to bleed quickly.

Angus struggled to resist the strange emotions, but did not know what he was resisting. The low mourning overflowed from his mouth, the land under his feet was hard and dry, and the oak leaves flicked and flew from the flat to the air.

He was very painful, and the high black thorns were crushed by the icy cold wind, which was very painful. The sharp fangs pierced the lower lip, and the branches and leaves of the distant trees were violently entangled! He was so painful that he couldn't breathe, Angus was mad, and the storm rolled wildly with gravel.

The three-person robes, which were tied to the wooden pillars, hunted and danced. Not far away, Eliot was twisted and twisted his neck. He snorted and slowly raised his hand to caress his soreness. neck.

The wind was mixed with gravel and whipped on his face. The wind was too strong. Elliott was blown away and couldn't open his eyes. He only heard Angus screaming like a beast.

He struggled to turn over and squatted on the ground and did not dare to alarm him. In the blurred vision, the family and friends on the wooden pillar whispered his head quietly, and the messy hair fluttered in the storm.

Elliott looked back at Angus, who had fallen into madness, and his heart was sad...but what can he do? He can't do anything.

Elliot cautiously climbed in the direction of the stake.

The wounds in their wrists became bloody, no more blood was flowing, the skin was still warm, and the pulse was weak and gentle. Elliott finally breathed a sigh of relief. He lay on the **** side of the stake, letting the thick blood soak his tailored suit.

At this moment, he forgot to keep elegant etiquette, forgot the neat dress, only to stay in front of his family silently. And Angus, Elliot looked at the distorted figure in the center of the storm sadly, maybe, when he vented, he would change back to the second brother he is familiar with.

Time passed by, Elliot squinted in the wind, and the storm had subsided when he woke up.

Surrounded by a strange silence, Elliott turned up. Cecil, Belinda and Meryl are still on the column, but Angus has disappeared, and the cat's body on the ground disappeared with him.

Elliott hurriedly circled nearby, the night wind was cold, and there was no Angus in the open field. He couldn't, he had to drive the car first, and the three people on the wooden post were sent back.

Cecil was the first to wake up. He saw Meryl lying on the sofa next to him. He relaxed and sighed and licked his forehead. "Thank you, Elliott, I thought it was dead." It is."

"You take a break and look after the two of them." Elliot's lips twitched, half awkward, and finally handed him a cup of warm water. Cecil is too weak now. The matter of finding someone is still to be handled by him alone. When he swears, he turns and walks away. "I went out and I will come back soon."

He is really thirsty, and Cecil swears that it must be because of excessive blood loss. He sipped the water in the cup and asked in confusion: "What about Angus?"

Elliot's back was stiff and the atmosphere was a little embarrassing. For a long time, he slowly turned his head: "Angus, he is out of control."

Cecil’s heart shocked. He slowly lowered the cup and straightened up from the sofa: “What do you mean, how can he get out of control?”

"I don't know, I was going to save you with Angus," Elliot waved tiredly and shook his head. "Esser set up a trap with several other wizards to lead us into the battle. I almost got into it. They couldn’t stand it anymore, and the cats raised at home rushed in somehow... Later, Angus was demonized without warning."

He really didn't understand how Angus suddenly became like that. Anyway, he had to get Angus back first. The demonized vampire has no self-control ability. If he accidentally let him into the city, the consequences are unimaginable...

Elliot didn't dare to think about it anymore. He was waiting for the car key to turn around, and he heard Meryl's voice sound: "I am going with you."

"I am going, your body has not recovered yet." Cecil reached out and stopped her.

Meryl shook her head: "Don't argue, now only I can help Angus, I go to Elliot to find someone, you take care of Belinda at home, she is just an ordinary person, this level of damage for her In fact, it will be fatal if you are not careful." She is not sure if Wen is dead or not. When she happened, she was in a coma and did not hear the system's elimination tone.

After successfully convince Cecil, Meryl sat in the back seat when she got on the bus. Seeing Eliot didn't notice her, she carefully contacted her assistant.

At this time, Angus was moving aimlessly through the forest, and the smoky forest was full of moist, rotten soil and deciduous smell.

He walked step by step, his body is a stiff body of white cats.

It was dead, Angus' pale face was no sorrow, the dead leaves burst under his feet, and he walked blankly, and kept walking.

Where is he going to go and what to do.

he does not know. Angus can't think. As long as he thinks, he will have a headache. He has already closed his pain, but it is still useless.

The thin, long-lasting heartache is so entangled that he will suffocate. Angus gasped and leaned against a big tree, and the body in his arms gradually filled with a pungent smell.

He leaned down on the trunk and sat down on the damp ground, the same wet, his long eyelashes, his red eyes, his painful heart.

Angus tightened his arms, slowly closed his eyes and closed his sense of smell.

In the silent forest, only a ragged man curled up under the tall oak tree, no one could see it, and there was a small shadow on his shoulder.

When Meryl and Elliot found him, it was already three days later. They almost never recognize the man in front of him as Angus who is critical and demanding.

The elegance of the past disappeared in his **** body, and Elliot screamed at him. For a long time, Angus only looked away from the body on the ground.

The dark dense lines covered his half of his face. His empty red dragonfly was only dead, and the black broken hair condensed blood clots, and his pale face looked extremely cruel and ruthless.

Meryl swallowed hard and was watched by the non-human pupils of Angus. Even if she was used to the world, she couldn’t help but feel fear. Meryl took a step back and barely said: "Angus, it is not dead."

Angus looked up slightly and his head tilted to one side in confusion, as if he could not understand what she said.

She couldn't help but feel a bit sad. Meryl cleared her throat and raised her volume. "She is not dead. She is the one I have been looking for. She can escape three hundred years ago. It can be as much as three hundred years later. ""

"...not dead?" Angus muttered in murmur.

"Of course, maybe her soul is near here now." She eagerly squatted in front of Angus.

The dark lines on his face faded slowly, and the glass-like eyes seemed to have begun to have a focused spot. Meryl quickly and relentlessly added a sentence. "Maybe, we only need to help her find it." With the body attached, she will be able to live again."

The idea is correct. Wen’s shoulders that have been sitting on Angus’s shoulders are sighing.

Unfortunately, the attack that night lost too much power, and now she has no ability to compete with a healthy soul for physical sovereignty. Most of the people Meryl had prepared were not used, and I hope that by then, they will not be too disappointed.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the mine of ma! ~猛猛了~╭(╯3╰)╮

Ma threw a mine

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