After being picked up by my old enemy, I am so fragrant

In the dream, he was still the noble blood prince, forced to fight for territory with other blood races, accept gifts from younger generations, and write a short poem in his free time, mocking blood hunters and werewolves.

In order to disgust an evil blood hunter and a stubborn werewolf, they will create love novels with the two of them as the theme and distribute them everywhere.

Most of the time, he will paint what he thinks is a famous painting while tasting wine, unless a thief with no eyesight comes to his castle to steal it, and never shows it to others.

The ultimate in self-admiration.

These past memories are presented in the form of fragments in the dream and gradually connected together.

In the last dream, Lanza was lying in his well-arranged garden, enjoying the moonlight bath comfortably, and there seemed to be some furry things on hand that caught his attention.

He probed the past with his consciousness, and what he was touching was the tail of the dark wolf.Looking up slowly, it turned out to be a transformed werewolf!

The werewolf was furry all over, the protruding wolf mouth was arching towards his face, and his pale face seemed to be reflected in a pair of bright eyes.

What is this... a werewolf!Why so close!

The well-cultivated blood prince screamed in his heart, closed and opened his eyes, and woke up in shock.

Fortunately it was a dream.

But the comfortable touch of the fluff in his hand is still there, reminding him wildly that it is no different from before.

A dream within a dream?

But there seemed to be something wet on the face, sliding persistently.

Lansa slowly opened his eyes, and Yi Ting lay on top of him, almost face to face with him.

The red tongue was licking his face, and he felt that his face was covered with werewolf saliva.

Lansa's whole body was tense, and the hairs stood on end, it was really impossible to ignore.

The always elegant and steady blood prince almost collapsed, startled and angry, he stretched out his hand and pushed Yi Ting: "How dare you!"

Dare to get drool on your face!

Yi Ting withdrew his tongue, for some reason, Lansa saw a trace of worry in his eyes.

That soft tongue was quite gentle when licked just now.

Although werewolves have a tough temper, they are still soft where they should be soft.

Yi Ting lowered his head and licked his paw: "I've been in a coma for a long time, so I licked it. Isn't it better now?"

Lansa choked for a moment, maybe he was woken up by the werewolf licking him, and he dreamed of such a horrible thing in his dream.

Presumably in the thinking of werewolves, there is nothing that can't be cured by licking twice.If you can't, lick it twice more.

His tongue is omnipotent.

Lanza felt that his body was much more comfortable, as if the violent heat had receded, and instead he was lazy, but still a little weak.

Lansa's lips became lighter, and she said, "I have passed the most difficult time, so you don't have to take care of me anymore."

"You look sick." Yi Ting leaned over and sniffed frantically, making Lansa's neck itchy.

I was about to feel calm, but I was made restless again.

Lansa said angrily: "Your behavior is too rude, like a stupid wolf dog."

"You just met werewolves today?" Yi Ting snorted mockingly, and then squeezed Lansa's wrist, "Then let go and stop playing with my tail, it's been itching for a long time."

His clearly good-looking hands were still attached to the werewolf's big tail at this moment, grabbing the wolf fur that might have been soft in a mess.

Lansa refused to let it go, and grabbed it aggressively: "You scared me, this is compensation for my mental loss."

"Wow!" The werewolf's back trembled violently.

Shaking, as if some kind of switch was touched, he took all the strength off his body and directly pressed on Lansa, "What's wrong? Don't play with your tail!"

Feeling suffocated under such pressure, Lanza reluctantly moved his hand away from the cozy furry place.

Lansa suddenly realized, why did he make trouble with him?It was too disrespectful, and too inelegant.

Lansa frowned with trembling ears: "Get up, I don't have time to play such childish games with you."

"You're still so fussy when you're sick." Yi Ting actually hunched over him before jumping off the bed neatly, "Yesterday you were supposed to broadcast live, but you didn't say anything when you were bored. Many people were worried."

Lansa was completely empty, and immediately became much cooler.He didn't care about other people's care, and found an interesting thing, his caregiver seemed to be different from before.

Although groggy yesterday, he still remembered some words.

For example, "I raised it, I'm in a hurry." To Lansa, this sounded no different from a confession.

The werewolf must have been completely fascinated by him, and he said this out of worry, and he must have been watching him all day, never leaving him.

Lansa stretched his body comfortably, and asked with a smile: "You never left?"

"How is that possible?" Yi Ting shook his head repeatedly, "I'm still hungry and I have to eat."

Stupid werewolf, say yes if no, okay?

Ke Lanza was still complacent, and even wanted to tease the original words of the werewolf, so he opened his mouth slightly.

But he didn't say it. I don't know why, but when the words came to his lips, it was him who was a little shy.

Yi Ting shook his ears in doubt: "What are you going to say?"

Lansa shook his head and shook his long hair: "So I'm in debt? I hate being held hostage by shackles, so I'll make it up now."

"Why are you still addicted to live broadcasting? Didn't you not like it at the beginning?" Yi Ting mercilessly exposed the fact that Lansa has been in Zhenxiang all the time.

"As I like." Lansa adjusted his collar habitually, but found that his hand was empty.

He lowered his head and saw that he was wearing a loose silk pajamas at this time, and the trousers were no longer tight-fitting.

Innocent, gone.

In the past, no matter how lazy he was, he would never stretch out his clothes, and he was very resistant to being touched by others, let alone changing clothes.

How dare this little wolf do such rude things while he was unconscious!

Lan Sa grabbed the corner of his clothes: "You are getting more and more presumptuous, how dare you touch my clothes? I warn you, if there is a next time..."

Yi Ting waved his hand and interrupted: "Okay, okay, why are you like a big girl. Doesn't it hurt that your clothes are strangling your neck? I changed it for you with good intentions."

The rosiness on Lansa's face due to illness seems to have not faded, and he stretched out his hand: "A wet towel, clean clothes."

Yi Ting wagged his tail and ran to get it for him. His caregiver would be regarded as a loyal dog.

But the towel was not delivered to Lansa.

Lansa's handsome face was wiped by the werewolf like furniture, and the blood prince felt extremely humiliated.

"I am..."

But this kind of informal action occasionally feels quite refreshing, Lansa squinted his eyes and let others move.

Lansa was shocked for a moment, he actually thought this way!

The brainwashing of werewolves is really getting worse...you have to resist it.

While changing clothes, Yi Ting walked out consciously, mumbling: "I really care about it, it's not like I haven't seen it before."

Although Lanza hadn't returned to normal, he still slammed the pillow on the werewolf's back with all his strength, heard a muffled sound, and changed his clothes with a satisfied smile.

He was a handsome blood prince again, and was eager to stand up and show off to his caretakers.

Thinking of this, he opened the door and walked out, but the scene in front of him stunned him for a moment.

The living room, which had been tidied up with great difficulty two days ago, was now in a mess, as if it had been destroyed by wild beasts.

As soon as Lanza walked casually, he kicked some metal products. At first glance, it was an old-fashioned alarm clock with a very simple style.

He messed up the den again?What a deadly werewolf.

The long sofa that Lansa loved to lie on was also scratched out of shape, cotton and rags flew everywhere, and the nice and cozy sofa was disembowelled.

Lansa touched it with regret, and then looked at the broken wooden boxes on the ground. The sawdust was piled up in a mess on the ground, and the environment was very bad.

"What is this little wolf doing?"

There are countless scratches on the original striped wallpaper in the living room, revealing the snow-white walls inside. It must be because Yi Ting still loves his home and won't let the house collapse. .

Lanza dexterously landed on the empty space on the ground, jumping lightly as if playing a game of stepping on the grid.

Dodging the gifts sent by fans one by one, how sad it would be if they knew that their hearts were scattered on the ground at this moment.

Lanza just couldn't understand some things. After seeing this journey, he didn't understand what happened, and he also understood the cause of it all.

Yi Ting must have turned into a werewolf and made a big fuss in their den.

No matter what schemes the werewolf originally had and what kind of psychology he had towards him, he must have become his captive at this moment.

Thinking like this, the proud vampire felt refreshed physically and mentally, for a moment he forgot how fragile he was, and dared to come to the werewolf's door to provoke.

He took the last step and jumped to the door of Yi Ting's room, but unexpectedly...

Yi Ting just pushed the door open and went out, and bumped his head firmly with him.

The pain in his forehead caused Lansa to take a light breath, rubbed his forehead, which must have been red, and complained, "Your head is too heavy, you dare to hit me."

Yi Ting's eyes widened innocently: "Who told you to come here suddenly? Why are you blaming me? You still dance like that... zombie."

Lansa knew he was wrong, but sometimes he didn't like to reason.

Relying on the fact that he is still a sick patient, he began to pretend to be weak again.

Lansa closed her eyes and covered her brow with no feeling, and shook her body twice: "I have a splitting headache... Is this how you take care of me?"

As expected, Yi Ting's face changed, his ears flicked back, he rushed over, pressed Lansa's shoulders, and licked his forehead: "Ancestor, why are you so fragile?"

With itchy eyebrows, Lansa frowned, and raised his head back to avoid the rascal's tongue.

Through the heat of this tongue, it is not difficult for him to imagine how manic the transformed werewolf is.

He has seen the crazy animal nature of many transformed werewolves, and he also knows that if it is not necessary or accidental, werewolves are still willing to show themselves to cover up their beast nature.

So, why is Yi Ting in such a hurry to destroy the poor things without discrimination?

Lansa smiled: "Little wolf."

Yi Ting didn't know, so he tilted his head: "Okay?"

Lanza, as in the past, always teased others proudly when he was sure of winning.

"You care about me?"