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

Not long after, Yi Ting came back with a bunch of paintbrushes in a hurry.

"This one is ugly." Lansa picked and picked on the ground, threw a pile, and was picking up the last one. "It doesn't feel good."

Lansa's hand that was about to drop the pen was rushed over by Yi Ting and held it down.

Yi Ting wrinkled his nose: "Don't pick, these are the most expensive and the best-looking ones, nothing else!"

"Tell me, what's so beautiful about them?" Lansa curled her lips in disgust, "If you have to boast, it's plain and simple."

"Then you can make do with it first?"

"No, I won't draw anymore."

Lanza has lost his enthusiasm for creation. He is so picky. If one pen is wrong, he doesn't want to paint the whole painting.

Yi Ting snatched the only surviving paintbrush with his hands, held it up high and was about to throw it on the ground: "Okay, don't draw, go back, I'll wipe the floor!"

What is this little wolf losing his temper again?Don't you hate throwing things at him the most?

Lansa quickly reached out and caught the pen: "It's not bad to have a closer look, I'll just use it."

Lansa suddenly changed his mind. He has spent so much time drawing, he must draw the old house, no matter how difficult things are to use, something is better than nothing.

Also... Since the little wolf has been very obedient recently, let him go for a while.

As expected, Yi Ting was honest, squatting down and watching with his tail up: "Then you draw, let me see what I can draw?"

Lansa withdrew his gaze, extremely proud.The little wolf is just stupid, just coax him.

The great painter continued to follow his memory to perfect his castle, and the werewolf was like a little assistant, holding a pen and paint for him from time to time.

At first, he had to point clearly, but when Lansa stretched out his hand, Yi Ting took what he needed without waiting for him to say.

Lanza was unexpectedly focused at this time, and his eyebrows were less inaccessible, humming a brisk song, and his whole person became much clearer.

At the beginning, Big Wolf enthusiastically offered to help, but later he was so sleepy that he pushed his nose up and sent him over.

After painting, the Gothic castle and the strong dark atmosphere are rendered, and the entire "werewolf's lair" will be assimilated into the "House of Blood".

Yi Ting reluctantly jumped to the opposite side carefully, and waved at a crimson spot: "Why is the moon painted red?"

Lansa was wiping his hands, and when he saw this, he reminded: "Don't move, I'm fascinated by the blood moon."

As soon as he said this, like a spell that opened a mysterious mechanism, the paint on the blood moon that he loved suddenly flowed, and on the floor where the light red mark was left, the deep red condensed together.

What was originally a good blood-colored circle turned into a gorgeous rose.

"Rose Hunter." Lansa's face froze for a while, and he tore the towel in his hand, "he's still alive."

It must be this guy who stole his masterpiece back then, and now he is playing tricks on him again!

Yi Ting didn't understand, so he said, "Blood Hunter, old enemy? Then he treats you very well, and you like everything he gives you."

Lansa thought he was stupid, and knocked the werewolf on the head: "So, after I paint with crimson, he will turn into a rose to disgust me."

He should have thought of it earlier.It's an enemy, otherwise why didn't you show up?

Yi Ting pouted his tail and lay down on the ground, sniffed the fake rose, and shook his head in disgust: "Then I'll wipe it off for you? Hey, this paint is not easy to get rid of, and we have to clean it up again."

"All." Lansa nodded, "There is nothing left, and the painting utensils have also been cleaned up."

Yi Ting quit: "This thing is so hard to wipe, keep it, at least he paid for it, don't waste it, I'll just buy you some red paint."

How can Lansa bear it, the nails are deeply embedded in the palm of the hand

In the middle of the day, his fangs elongated unknowingly, staring at Yi Ting's half-rubbed rose: "I don't want to use his things."

"What about the painting, isn't it yours?"

"That pair is hanging in my room." Lansa didn't even think about it, and turned to look at his castle again, gritted his teeth, struggled for a long time, and exhaled, "The ones on the ground...up to you."

Yi Ting cursed for a while, then cleaned up diligently: "Wait for it to dry, you shouldn't be asked to paint just now, and you have to use a vacuum cleaner to clean it later."

Lansa suddenly noticed that the tail of the werewolf was dyed a lot of colors, the dark blue and black could not be seen, but the red and green were very distinct.

"Silly wolf."

I couldn't help laughing, and immediately went to change clothes with a sullen face.

Lanza stared at the moon stickers in the room, somewhat depressed.

He knows that this round of bright moon disk is fake, and the castle he built is also fake. Now he has nothing, and he has to be taken care of by others even during his manic depression, and he is even considered a werewolf.

The world is getting worse, and old enemies all come to see him laughing.

Lansa put his legs together, leaning on the chair and muttering to himself: "If I didn't wake up, it would be better than now."

If he didn't wake up, he would be like all the blood princes who were sleeping or confirmed dead. It would be good to lie down carefree. At least those proud blood clans would not have to be trampled on by this kind of dignity, and they would always be proud until death!

He hated being powerless, and he didn't know when this "adaptation to life" would last, and would this organization really let him go?

Lansa fell into the depression she had when she first came to Yi Ting's house, and got into a coffin to isolate herself from the world.

After an unknown amount of time, his face suddenly felt a little itchy. He raised his head to pick it up. It was a curled up wolf hair, which Yi Ting must have left behind when he came in to sleep.

Lansa twirled it with his fingertips, and complained about its owner: "I don't care about it."

Perhaps the ear of the person who scolded him was itchy, and after a while, messy footsteps came, and the lid of Lansa's coffin was lifted again.

His room was already dark, but there was still a glimmer of light sneaking in.

Lansa blew the wolf hair out, narrowing his eyes uncomfortably: "Don't bother with me, I want to rest."

He looked up and saw Yi Ting lying on the side of the coffin and looking inside.

Yi Ting asked bluntly, "Are you unhappy?"

Lansa tilted his head slightly: "I'm angry with that person."

Yi Ting was puzzled and persevered: "It's not like, last time you threatened to kill him, this time it's even worse, why don't you scold him?"

"This is no longer the time for insults to be useful, waste of tongue."

"Then you still scold me every day?"

Lansa tried to sit up with his elbows on his elbows, but he almost hit the werewolf's face, so he had to keep his head up slightly: "I said, you will change. I don't know where that vile blood hunter is. I think you will also Can't find it."

A seemingly low-key pencil with a luxurious flowing gold shadow pattern was stuffed next to Lanza's collar.

Yi Ting nodded half-understanding: "Then don't think about him, can you draw with pencil? The paint is not easy to rub off."

Regardless of the image, Lansa lifted the werewolf's head aside, picked up a pencil and looked at it: "This time is also a gift, why do you want to give this?"

"Aren't you unwilling to use his things? You really want to draw. I think you've been bored in the house for a long time. Don't get sick again. Using this is clean, economical and environmentally friendly."

Yi Ting paused for a rare moment, and stared at Lansa with sharp werewolf eyes: "Don't shut yourself up, I'm the one who suffers."

Lansa held the pencil and said nothing. Although the werewolf's words were not pleasant, he liked what he was doing more and more.

At least, when he didn't speak,

Offer him something he wants, or would like.

Lansa stared at Yi Ting's handsome silhouette, sized him up for a while, and stretched his eyebrows.

Werewolves also have the fun of werewolves.Lansa really wanted to find out, it wasn't his relatives or his reason, he had put up with it all the time, but now he did what he asked for, what was the little wolf really thinking in his heart?

The melancholy just now gradually faded away.Lanza is a combination of pathos and pleasure, neither side is spared.Interesting things were delivered to his door, and he had to taste them comfortably before feeling sad about other things.

"Look at me?" Yi Ting swayed from side to side, then looked back, as if he was sure, "What do you see me doing?"

"Take a clean, white notebook," Lansa lazily leaned against the side of the coffin, turning the pencil a dozen times in his hand, and suddenly landed on the tip of Yi Ting's nose, "Then don't move, and be my model. "

"Me? A model?" Yi Ting shook his head in disbelief, "What are you driving..."

Before the word "laugh" came out of his mouth, Lan Sa pushed Yi Ting away forcefully, and said without hesitation, "Go get it."

Yi Ting came in with his tail between his legs and carried a large notebook, and handed it to Lansa on the backing board.The frizzy werewolf moved uncomfortably: "What can I draw? How boring."

Lansa rolled his eyelids, and Xuxu composed the picture in the air: "I want to draw a portrait of a real life body, and you have to cooperate with your master."

Yi Ting had no choice but to support his chin with one hand: "Okay, hurry up."

"Wait."

The great painter who pursued perfection didn't write his pen and remained motionless, only the vermilion eyes were rolling, staring at every detail of Yi Ting's body.

Xu's eyes were too serious, he looked at the werewolf with fear.Yi Ting, who was always majestic, looked like a dingy and weak wolf, lowering his eyebrows: "Don't look, it's weird, I just look like this, you can just scratch it."

Such a little wolf makes Lansa a little novelty, if he bullies him a little more, will he be forced to the point where he can't do anything?

Lansa suddenly leaned forward, and drew the end of a pencil on the wolf's ears, with a smile on his handsome face, and his eyes half-closed: "I never admire werewolves, savor carefully, your appearance It’s also very eye-catching. It’s a pity that I can’t draw well.”

Seeing Yi Ting backed away, his face instantly turned pale, and his body trembled because of his ears trembling, the smile on the corner of Lansa's mouth deepened.

The werewolf wanted to be fierce but couldn't, so he showed his canine teeth and pretended to bite Lansa's drooping hair fiercely: "Why... why are you so close! Scared the wolf to death!"

Seeing this man's faltering appearance, Lansa was so relieved that he didn't even care about his hair being held in his mouth by the werewolf, and proudly leaned back to his original position, painting patiently.

It didn't take long, and I glanced at Yi Ting from time to time, just making fun of the other's reaction.

This special face has already been imprinted in my mind, and the painting skills honed for thousands of years are quite superb, but I always feel dissatisfied after I put pen to paper.

Why can't he draw the person he wants?

After worrying for a while, he finally drew a picture, which he thought was close to perfection.

Lansa turned over the picture book and put it on his chest for Yi Ting to read, very confident and calm.

Yi Ting's handsome silhouette on the top is like a wolf, his eyes are drawn very clearly, his face seems to be worried, but he is so stuffy that he can't breathe, and the corner of his mouth smiles helplessly.

Where is the vicious werewolf, he is obviously a straightforward and innocent little wolf.

Yi Ting snatched it away, his ears pricked up excitedly, and exclaimed loudly: "You draw so well! Why are you better than me?"

Lanza knew he would compliment, and got the expected response.

Satisfied, he lazily lay down, raised his head slightly: "It's still a little bit worse, I'll try again later."