[Quick Transmigration] He who was born to be loved

Chapter 150 The Night Servant 26

The blood king asked him to take Asa into his room. After confirming that there were no other people around, the blood king looked at Lance and said calmly.

"I forgot to tell you before, Yasa is my other half of the soul."

Lan Si thought for a while, then showed the shocked expression of hearing the news for the first time, stared blankly at the blood king and murmured.

"What! How...how did this happen?"

It seemed that he couldn't accept this fact for a while, his lips opened and closed, and his unbelievable eyes looked back and forth between the comatose Asaph and the blood king, with a bewildered look on his face.

After giving him a few minutes to adapt, the blood king continued.

"His current physical body has almost been completely damaged by the power of light, and it will be very difficult to recover. There is a secret medicine in the blood race that can heal the wounds of the power of light, but he should die before the effect of the medicine takes effect."

Lance suddenly clutched the corner of Yasa's blood-stained clothes, and asked blankly. "Then what to do"

His figure standing beside Asaph was lonely, with a helpless and mournful expression, as if as soon as Asaha died, his heart would quickly go barren.

The silent blood king moved his knuckles unconsciously, and then suppressed the subconscious soft thought of going over to hug him and coax him softly, and said calmly.

"If you want to save him, the only way now is to fuse half of his soul with this half of mine."

"But in this case, whose consciousness will the last complete soul be?"

The blood king shook his head and replied.

"I am not sure as well."

After a pause, he raised his eyes to look at Lan Si, his focused eyes revealed a bit of imperceptible expectation and affection in the dark red light, and there seemed to be a hint of ups and downs in his clear voice.

"Then who do you hope will stay?"

This is obviously a sending proposition.

Lance looked at him hesitantly, as if caught in a painful dilemma, subconsciously biting the white teeth on his lower lip, leaving a deep tooth mark, and the cloud-like red on his thin lips also faded a lot.

After a moment of stagnation, the blood king lowered his eyes to hide the disappointment in his dark red eyes, he turned away from looking at Lan Si, and turned his back to him and said.

"Although Yasa is in a coma. The resistance of the soul will not be very strong, but I don't know how long the soul blending will last. During this time, you will guard the door and no one is allowed to come in."

Lan Si's face overflowed with serious tension, he nodded vigorously, and replied in response.

it is good.

The mingling of souls lasted for a whole day. Lance, who was guarding the door, finally heard one of the voices inside the door completely disappear, and then he knocked on the door lightly and asked nervously.

"Father, may I come in?"

After a few seconds, someone in the room answered. It sounded like it belonged to the Blood King or Asaph, and they spoke very slowly as if they hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Come in.

Lance hurriedly opened the door and walked in. At a glance, he saw that Asa's original body had turned into a stiff corpse. The blood king leaning on the bed was staring at him, and the original pure white hair was mixed with charred The color of sugar is distributed in a patchwork pattern, and there seems to be a hint of warm light in the dark red eyes. The pale paper face is not as white and ghostly as it used to be. It doesn't look much different from human beings.

He looked at Lan Si quietly, the deep emotions in his eyes were like waves rolling over and over again, it seemed that all the emotions of the two of them had burst out at this moment, but his tone was extremely warm.

"Lance, come here."

Lance couldn't figure out whether he was Asa or the blood king, or he might have a new personality, but the possibility of the latter was reduced to zero when he saw the focused gaze of the other party.

He walked over as promised, stopped by the bed and asked hesitantly.

"Are you the father or Asaph?"

The blood king raised his eyes slightly and stared at him, greedily wanting to engrave his appearance deeply in his mind, then took his hand hanging by his side, held it, lowered his head and kissed the back of his smooth hand , The posture is pious and dependent.

"You transformed me, you are my father."

It seems that he is Asaph.

Lance's heart was half relieved, and he asked again.

"So this soul is yours now?"

Asa's expression paused, then he shook his head and said.

"No, the consciousness of the blood king also exists."

"Does this mean that you are now similar to dual personalities?"

Asa asked suspiciously.

"What is a dual personality?"

After Lance finished explaining, Asa nodded clearly.

"That's about it."

After thinking about it for a moment, Lance asked hesitantly.

"When will the blood king come out?"

Not long after he was resurrected, he heard from Lance that he cared about the blood king. Asaph immediately frowned, then stretched out his arms and hugged Lance, buried him in his waist and asked in a low voice unhappily.

"You don't care about me after I was injured so badly, do you only think about the blood king?"

Lance was taken aback by his childish self-willed temper, which he rarely showed, and then rubbed his head with a smile, coaxing him.

"No, Asa, I just wanted to..."

The temperature in his arms suddenly went away, and the intimate tone suddenly became as cold as ice, and the eyes that looked up at Lan Si were filled with dark blood red.

"What did you call me?"

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Wang: (pretending to be calm) It was Yasa who hugged you just now, but I didn't.

Asaph: (frowning distressedly) It's a shame to share a body.

Lance "interested") suddenly found it quite interesting.

This world is coming to an end, hehehe, let's have a sweet ending!

(I haven't decided what to write in the next world of abo... thinking about the sour plot of Gong Shou getting married and then losing his memory (, ▽))