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

Looking at the white walls and tasteless wooden furniture in the room, Lanza felt so bad that he wanted to go back to the grave and continue to sleep.

"It would be nice to have a place for you to live in, pick and choose, not better than your old coffin?" Yi Ting was forced by the vampire's resentful eyes, rolled up his sleeves, wagged his tail and cleaned the room.

Reluctantly, Lansa sat on the chair with his legs crossed, tugged on the modern black and white T-shirt on his upper body, and said in disgust: "The fabric is too inferior, and the style is extremely simple, give me a change of clothes."

"Roar!" Yi Ting howled angrily, and slammed the feather duster against the wall, coughing twice, "I don't have any clothes that you like at home, so go bare!"

The werewolf showed his power, but he was still weak.Lansa's back felt a little tense, and slowly straightened: "Little wolf, as a caregiver, pay attention to the tone of your words to me."

Yi Ting took a few deep breaths to calm down his temper, then slammed the door of Lansa's room and rushed out.

Lanza was locked in this simple small room, without wine racks full of expensive red wine, elaborately carved sarcophagi, roses blooming in full bloom at night, and elegant and luxurious decoration style, it was like a simple cage for him .

After a while, Yi Ting came in again with an apron hanging in front of him, holding a plate of fresh steak with blood on it.

Yi Ting put the plate on the table, folded his arms and pursed his lips: "Eat, eat quickly."

Yi Ting searched the Internet for a long time just now, and left these browsing records: What else do vampires eat besides blood, do vampires eat steak, do vampires drink water, why are vampires so picky, how the hell do vampires raise.

Netizens' answers are naturally varied and strange, and some even say that after a long evolution, vampires love to eat garlic most now.

Yi Ting also felt itchy when the vampire bit his neck, so he took out a steak from the refrigerator and served it to him.

Lansa only glanced at it without moving his nose, and said arrogantly, "Don't eat."

Yi Ting picked up the steak and wanted to stuff it into Lansa's mouth, and said angrily, "Other vampires eat it, why don't you eat it!"

When Lanza smelled the steak, she didn't feel the smell of the meat at all, but felt nauseous instead.He turned around and ran to the corner, pulling the curtain to block himself: "I would rather not be full than eat such inferior food."

"Would you like to eat it or not!" Yi Ting put the steak into his mouth, chewed it, and devoured it like a wolf. Anyone who heard it thought it was delicious.He muttered, "If I don't eat it, I will eat it myself."

The elegant blood prince couldn't tolerate this indecent dining behavior, he waved his hands in disgust and said, "Don't eat in front of me, rude werewolf."

Yi Ting babbled and babbled, and finished the food like a storm: "I'm full, what do you like?" A pair of wolf ears danced up and down because of chewing, and he closed the door and left after a while.

Lanza was once again alone, suppressing her bloodthirsty instinct not to go to the werewolf, while feeling extremely uncomfortable with the small dilapidated house, and her body became weaker and weaker.The vampire's already obvious eye circles were a few degrees greener, and his face looked like he hadn't eaten enough, and he was even more fragile than when he was just dug out.In the past few days, Yi Ting occasionally poked his head in to have a look, but he also lay down indifferently.

On this day, Yi Ting came to investigate again, and found Lansa curled up on the bed, angrily: "You abused me..."

"Look at you." Yi Ting came over to lick La Lansa's face, grunted a few times in his throat, tilted his neck, pulled his head and pressed it, "Drink."

Lansa shook his head and resisted. He believed that drinking the blood of the werewolf would only strengthen his control over him.

Servant of the werewolf.

"Eat this, don't drink that, what do you want to eat?" Yi Ting raised his chin and looked at him displeasedly.

Lanza was very dissatisfied with this behavior, and tried to peel off the werewolf's paw with his fingers: "Red wine, produced in my hometown."

"There's a lot of shit." Yi Ting's ears were flattened, and he stared at the weak-looking vampire, "Wait for me, don't wander around." Then he went out.

Lanza used to like wine tasting very much. Red wine was the only thing he could eat besides blood. There were thousands of red wine collections in the old castle where he lived at that time. Now they must have disappeared in the war, or were destroyed by some tourist culture. The company is regarded as a historical and cultural attraction.

"This era is so strange." Lanza looked sullen, and buried himself in the dark quilt, as if he could cover everything around him, pretending that he was in his favorite environment.

Wearing casual clothes, Yi Ting hurriedly went to the supermarket and bought a brand of red wine named "Vampire Township".

It's been a long time since Yi Ting spent a lot of money in his wallet. He became the caregiver of the blood clan.

Yi Ting was 1 unhappy.

Lansa was sulking under the covers, when he heard the door open again, he looked listlessly at the door.Yi Ting was holding a bottle of red wine, pulled out the cork with a bang, and sprayed the red liquid all over his hand.

"The way to open the bottle is wrong." Lansa poked his head out dissatisfied, and his understanding of werewolves' rudeness increased, "You are ruining the wine."

Yi Ting didn't prepare a decanter and wine glass for him, but directly held the neck of the red wine bottle and stretched it out in front of the person, "Don't be naughty, drink it."

Lansa pursed his nose and sniffed, then tilted his head in distaste: "I don't drink inferior fake wine produced in mass production." You must know that the wine he was used to drinking before was given to him by the little vampire seeking shelter, and the master brewer worked hard. How many years of brewing a good product.How can cheap red wine mass-produced by modern machines compare?

Yi Ting gritted his teeth, and said viciously: "Just now I said to drink, but now I don't want it, you are torturing me!"

Before Lansa could reply, Yi Ting raised his head angrily, and poured the red wine into his mouth. The whole bottle of wine wet his hair to his neck, and he muttered proudly, "What the hell, it's really not good."

Lanza sat up, squinting his eyes to watch the werewolf's unrefined drinking, but he could feel his sassyness.

Yi Ting walked over in three steps and two steps, pressed Lansa's head, and pressed the fangs against his neck, "If you don't drink, I will drink by myself. Don't force me, I will be punished if you die !bite!"

Lansa has never been forced to suck the other party's blood. Being so intimidated by the werewolf, he subconsciously stretched out his fangs and bit into the blood vessel that fascinated him. He could taste the faint smell of alcohol and the clear blood on Yi Ting's body, Mixed together, inexplicably relaxed and happy.

Lanza narrowed his eyes comfortably.This werewolf was rough and flamboyant, but he didn't really hurt him...

It must be for that research experiment.

This time eating was almost forced by Yi Ting to suck blood, and after a while, he grabbed his hair and pulled out his fangs.

Yi Ting twisted his neck: "Okay, just smoke when you're hungry, don't be sick normally."

"I can't live in your humble lair." Lansa's complexion improved a bit, but he was still very dissatisfied with the room.

Yi Ting smacked his lips, turned around and dialed the phone number of the General Bureau, and yelled loudly with his tail between his legs: "This vampire has too many things to do! These two days, he has been so weak that he is even more emaciated than when he was unearthed. I really treated him harshly." Seems picky and picky just doesn't want to live in my house! I don't think he can adapt, you guys find a way

Let's go! ”

The phone was very loud, and Lansa's sharp ears trembled, and he could hear the person say: "Oh, Team Leader Yi... Thank you for your hard work. We have checked a lot of ancient books in the past two days, about the habits and hobbies of blood races. He likes to sleep in a coffin, and he usually lives in old castles and churches, and the old castles are now cultural attractions, so he can’t live there, so I prepared some good things. Will you come and pick them up later?”

In fact, the most important reason is that the organization can't afford the old castle. It's non-profit and simple, otherwise Lansa wouldn't be so disgusted with Yi Ting's home.

Yi Ting agreed with a frown, locked up the fine vampire, and drove to bring a bunch of home decorations back.

Lansa lay down comfortably for a while, when Yi Ting came in and swept his tail, "Get out and stay!" He drove him out of the room, lying on the ground and laying floor tiles seriously.

Lansa stood up and probed in, seeing that the wooden floor had turned into dark stones, and asked curiously, "Where is this stone?"

"Fake..." Yi Ting was about to speak, but paused again, "Don't worry about it, I'll know where to go."

Lansa hugged the wall gracefully, watching Yi Ting covered the wall with castle-style wallpaper, jumped on the table and window sill, and arranged a dark moonlit night on the ceiling.

Lanza didn't know that the home decoration of this era was so simple and magical, so he felt much better. He reached out and touched the wall: "Are you going to turn this into a castle? Well, this narrow space is far less spacious than my previous residence."

Yi Ting rolled his eyes, and moved in the big coffin that Lansa had slept in for a thousand years. After cleaning and refurbishing, it didn't look so dilapidated anymore.

Lanza walked over naturally, sat lightly on the edge of the coffin, tapped on the texture, and pondered for a moment: "This coffin has rotted too much, but it's better than your rough bed."

With a snort, Yi Ting suddenly stripped off Lansa's T-shirt and threw it outside the house.

Lansa had never been stripped of his clothes by anyone. He was naked in front of the werewolf. He didn't even protect himself. It would be embarrassing if he didn't protect himself. He stretched out his fingernails to catch the werewolf, and frowned: "Irreverent."

"It's not much meat." Yi Ting just smacked his lips at his pale body, and rudely put the pure black long-sleeved shirt on Lansa, buttoning him one by one like taking care of a child.

Sure enough, the clothes were fastened, and the good-looking clothes were so funny, Lansa couldn't bear to knock down the werewolf's hand, and said in a low hoarse voice: "You are not allowed to touch me again." He fastened it again with his own knuckles and dexterous fingers.

After the lace bow tie was also buttoned, Lanza was completely satisfied, raised his neck high, and walked up and down the room with dignified steps, as if returning to the ancient castle thousands of years ago, or the one who was respected by blood races and respected by humans. The blood prince who is afraid of werewolves.

"Show bag." Yi Ting was finally able to rest, leaning against the door frame and raising his eyes, he was very puzzled by Lansa's pursuit of taste.He raised his eyebrows and exhaled: "Call me if you are about to die, don't bother if you are fine."

It was already early in the morning, Lansa didn't respond, and lay back in the coffin, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep, "I want to sleep, don't disturb me."

Eyelashes are long and lifeless.Quiet like a painting.

Yi Ting also thought that it would be great if Lansa could always be so honest, it would be ten thousand times more pleasing than when he was awake.But fortunately, now that he has retired, he can just feed the vampire some blood in the future.

Ringing ringing——Yi Ting's phone rang again, he answered it helplessly, and only heard the other person say: "Leader Yi... I want to trouble you again, we contacted a platform to start a project, you find a way to let Lan Say yes!"

Yi Ting almost crushed the phone, and left the room aggressively.

Lansa slept peacefully, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, not knowing how to torment his caregiver tomorrow.