Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

As time passed, the boy became increasingly agitated. Although he remained with his eyes closed, he couldn't help but strain his ears to listen to the sounds around him.

His wounds were gruesome, and the dried dark red blood on his clothes made him uncomfortable. After a while, he heard footsteps.

The other person's footsteps were steady and powerful, yet still somewhat cautious, as if concealing something. The reclining boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, then he opened his bloodshot eyes, his expression indifferent and cold.

Brewster slowly sat up, his pale, delicate face still tinged with a few drops of blood, making him look exceptionally eerie. He stood there quietly, looking down at the people below the tree.

That was his nominal older brother, Yavi.

Perhaps the assassin sent to kill him never returned, and Yavi couldn't help but come looking for him himself. However, when he saw the boy covered in blood on the tree, his eyes widened in astonishment.

He never expected that his usually frail and weak brother, who was always struggling to make ends meet, could sit here unharmed under such circumstances. Although he was covered in blood, he could tell at a glance that these wounds were not fatal to vampires.

Especially since their healing ability is extremely fast, such minor wounds can heal in three or four days. How could his subordinates be so careless? Wouldn't it be fatal if they were killed in one strike?

"What are you doing here?" he asked, somewhat surprised, his tone extremely unfriendly.

Brewster, who had been somewhat indifferent just moments before, raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips, and said cryptically, "Can't I be here? Brother, why would you come to such a small place?"

Yavi utterly disliked his younger brother calling him "brother"; the mere thought of his brother's lowly blood disgusted him. His expression turned cold as soon as he finished speaking: "There's no one else here. Stop pretending. Where are the others?"

He was asking the subordinates he had sent.

Brewster looked at him suspiciously: "Who? You mean the other half-vampires who participated in the night hunt? I don't know where he is."

Yavi was furious at the boy's feigned ignorance, but he couldn't directly say that the boy was someone he had sent. After thinking for a while, he had a flash of inspiration and said gently, "Is that so? Then never mind. Don't you know where that girl who was with you before went?"

Seeing him all alone here, Ni Qing must have dumped him as planned. A normal person would have hidden away long ago after being assassinated, but he's still standing here not too far from the crime scene. I wonder what he's doing here.

The boy lifted his eyelids slightly, his expression somewhat indifferent: "What's it to you? Get lost."

Yavi thought he would pretend to know nothing, but he didn't expect him to directly tear off the mask, leaving Yavi unable to cope for a while.

However, this also means that Ni Qing is a good point of entry. Thinking of this, he chuckled, his initial wariness relaxing somewhat: "What? She left you all by herself? Have you ever thought about why she was so good to you before?"

The boy's face grew increasingly grim, which pleased Avi even more. He decided to go all out: "Stop pretending. A group of vampires tried to kill you before. Did you ever wonder why they knew your location?"

"This is all thanks to your blood servant. She seems to have disliked us from the beginning and pity you. Look, I just said a few words to sow discord, and she wholeheartedly helped me deal with you."

She's probably gone now and will never come back. She's cold-blooded at heart; otherwise, she wouldn't have killed you so easily and then just walked away from the castle. She's utterly ruthless, don't you think?"

Before he could finish speaking, the boy suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with a bloodthirsty crimson, his eyes innocent: "Yavi, have you ever thought that you would die here today?"

Yavi's brows furrowed: "You dare to make such threats? Aren't you far too arrogant about your own position?" Besides, isn't that what he wanted to say?

While he was still in a daze, the boy had already jumped down from the tree and walked straight toward him step by step. Even though he hadn't done anything, a chill suddenly rose in Avi's heart.

When he came to his senses, he was horrified to discover that he had involuntarily taken a step back under the other person's imposing aura.

The young man didn't expose his embarrassment, appearing gentle and refined: "You said you'd give up the right to inherit the princely throne and instead come to kill me. What are you after? Does my existence threaten you? It seems you're indeed not suited for this position."

He spoke almost in a judgmental tone.

Avi's face turned pale and then green, and he angrily shouted, "Whether I'm suitable or not is none of your business!" He was about to attack when Brewster's movements became truly eerie, like a ghost.

One second he was standing in front of him, the next he vanished in a flash. Before he could react, he was punched hard in the stomach.

He was sent flying five meters away, his abdomen writhing in excruciating pain. He stared at Brewster in disbelief; what era was this, still using hand-to-hand combat?

The other party didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. They reappeared and kicked him hard in the chest, forcing him to sink into the ground.

The once dry mud road is now broken into pieces.

Fresh blood gushed from his nose and mouth.

Brewster, like a tireless robot, kept punching him, using the most primitive fighting methods, and surprisingly, he gained the upper hand.

Although Avi had been pampered since childhood, he never neglected his studies. He immediately stood up, dodging the boy's kick.

Then it slammed into Brewster's face.

The boy didn't dodge, but went straight for it, his lip bruised. The faint sound of other footsteps could be heard around them, and Avi was about to call for his men to capture Brewster.

But then, a flash of silver light appeared, and a silver dagger plunged directly into his heart. Avi froze, staring blankly at the weapon in Brewster's hand.

"You actually dared to touch this thing? Are you out of your mind?" He was unwilling to die at the hands of this disgusting guy, and struggled with both hands, trying to pierce Brewster's heart.

The boy, expressionless, coldly pulled out the dagger, ignoring his bleeding palm, and plunged it in again, warm liquid splashing onto the corner of his eye.

He wiped it away carelessly, only throwing away the silverware after seeing Yavi vanish into thin air.

His palms were almost rotten.

His pupils flickered slightly, and he lowered his long eyelashes to conceal his somewhat bewildered expression. Trying to calm his racing heart, he took a deep breath and, disregarding the rules of the night hunt, stumbled back towards the castle.

He needs to find Ni Qing.

He really wants to see Ni Qing right now.

In his view, it was perfectly reasonable for Ni Qing to abandon him; people naturally gravitate towards the stronger party. He believed that as long as he worked hard to climb to that position, Ni Qing would be willing to stay by his side.

At least, that's how he comforted himself.

But today, Yavi said she was leaving the castle.

The burns from the silverware on his body seemed to seep into his heart, causing a dull ache.