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

The location of the ball was quite luxuriously arranged. Lansa and Yi Ting were probably the only invitees who came to the ball on foot, and they stood out among the gorgeous floats.

Also bright enough.

Lan Sana's black dress that didn't conceal her identity at all, and the half-mask of the blood clan's favorite show bag seemed to announce to all the participants that this is the blood prince who just woke up, come and see.

After learning that she was going to wear a mask, Lansa had no intention of choosing it, so she only wore the cos mask she bought that time.If it was a Halloween ball in the past, he would also dress up meticulously, hiding his identity and pretending to be mysterious in the crowd.

It's not worth it for him now.

But he has very high requirements for his dance partner, and the tall werewolf is so hot that he fanned the wind.

Yi Ting stuck out his tongue: "Damn, it's too hot, there must be an air conditioner inside."

Lansa put his hand to the wolf's mouth: "You are wearing such clothes, don't make too rough movements."

Yi Ting was wearing a suit that looked very hot, and the bow tie was tied tightly by Lanza, like a free wolf who was about to die in the slightly hot evening wind.

Both of them ignored the surprised gazes of others, and Lansa was dragged by Yi Ting to the hall.

"Hurry up, I'm going to sweat!"

"Werewolves are really impatient and fiery creatures."

The decoration of the ballroom is very early autumn, and the flowers that symbolize the beginning of autumn are placed neatly on both sides to welcome the guests.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the soothing and brisk background music before the opening, which accompanied the chattering alien creatures.

At the same time, colorful pieces of broken paper fell from the sky densely like rain, covering Lansa's head and body.

He was extremely alert, subconsciously raised his hand to block: "What?"

Yi Ting frantically brushed off the ribbons on his body: "This is welcome, it's really troublesome to take them all off..."

The funny horn sounds and the murmurs of alien conversations sounded, making it easy to identify their target protagonist.

Lanza didn't have the slightest pride, and even felt ashamed.

I saw a banner pulled out on the wall of the hall, Lansa was smiling, holding a piece of chocolate in his hand, and beside it was neatly written in pink: Intoxicated with chocolate, the passion is all about you.

……

Why did he agree to shoot commercials in the first place!

It's so shameless, so embarrassing!

To express respect and welcome to him, don't use this way!

Lanza, who had always been proud and arrogant, was extremely embarrassed at this time, his eyes under the mask were tightly closed, and he gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound.

Yi Ting moved his ears to one side: "Did you hear the mouse?"

Lansa stretched out his fangs in an instant, then retracted after holding back for a while, and said sinisterly, "No."

"Look!" Yi Ting seemed to have discovered something interesting, and pointed to the wall, "Your advertisement has been filmed, where are you going to hang it?"

Silly wolf, what's not to mention!

Lansa's hands trembled, and he grabbed Yi Ting's already taut tail, and squeezed the whole tail: "Shut up."

"Aw, ow!" Yi Ting let out a series of wolf howls that resounded through the hall, turned around and competed with Lansa for the ownership of his tail, and lowered his voice, "Why are you pissing me off!"

Lansa said quietly: "I'm disgusted that they hang my portrait, let's go."

A calm footstep came over.

Yi Ting glanced over there: "It's all here, let's finish the dance... Tsk, your clansman?"

"No."

Except for his direct descendants, Lanza does not recognize any people of the same race, and his attitude towards other blood races is no different from that of humans.

But he looked back curiously,

An old vampire was standing behind them.

Ordinary vampires don't know each other, so there's no need to pay more attention.

Lansa backhanded to pull Yi Ting away, but the blood clan spoke up, bowed down and saluted, took off the mask, and said hoarsely: "Oh——respected prince Lansa, please allow me to introduce myself, I am a blood clan The club's minister Tucker, everyone was very excited when they heard that you were awake, and I, as a representative, would like to extend my highest respect to you."

Lansa turned his head and exchanged glances with the werewolf beside him: last time?

Yi Ting tilted his head, not knowing, so: What do you mean?

You can’t match your thoughts when you open your mouth, and you will definitely fail to communicate when you shut your mouth.

Lansa had no choice but to reply in person with folded arms: "I have never formed an association. If it is for this purpose, please come back quickly. What else do you need to ask me?"

The old man of the blood clan smiled kindly, but it was shown on the wrinkled and pale face, which was a little scary. He bowed his head and said kindly: "I have a small respect, and I want to give it to you. I heard that you love fine wine. The ancient French red wine that has been preserved for ten years at home has brought to the dance, do you like it?"

Lansa stared straight ahead expressionlessly, meditating through Tucker's face.

After the money from the advertisement came down, Yi Ting bought him another red wine, and the color and taste were much better than the first time, but it still didn't meet his request, so he reluctantly swallowed it.

Red wine is indispensable at the ball, and if it is of good quality, it can also add color to the exhausting trip.

If it's inferior, it's this vampire named Tucker who dares to tease him, and he will definitely not let it go.

Lansa figured it out, and raised his chin proudly: "Look."

A table was covered with ghost fudge, several cupcakes that looked like blood wings, and a nice bottle of red wine.

Yi Ting turned around with his tail between his legs, and leaned into Lansa's ear: "Drink it fast..."

Lansa understood that the little wolf was afraid again, and laughed and teased: "Are you afraid of this too?"

"hurry up!"

Tucker brought the instrument and was about to touch the wine bottle when Lansa stopped him: "Don't move."

"Excuse me...what's the matter?"

Some spectators gradually gathered around, chanting only the words "blood", "Lansa", and "heard".

"I come."

Lanza went to the side to get a clean wine vessel, stepped forward to easily open the bottle, filtered it through the decanter, poured it into seven or eight goblets evenly, picked up two glasses at will, and shook them in his hand.

He has never believed that those who worship him are unconditional, and it is true that the blood clans who offered treasures to him in the past also have schemes.

Now he has nothing to pursue, this dedication is too fake.What thoughts are hidden in this bottle of red wine?

Lanza pointed to the other glasses of wine with his chin, and casually gestured to a few creatures looking at him with his eyes, and said calmly, "Take it away."

Yi Ting turned around and took a look, his eyes were about to pop out.

Lanza turned his head sideways.What surprised the little wolf?

There was still a smile on Tucker's face: "Ah...you are so generous and kind, and you are willing to share it with everyone."

Under coercion, those guys had to come over to take the cup, and drank it slowly.

Seeing that there was no response, Lansa didn't say a word, walked up to Yi Ting, and nudged Yi Ting: "I'm going to dance."

Yi Ting quickly followed along: "It's strange, can you open a bottle and share it with others?"

Lansa didn't blink: "Test them for poison."

He lowered his head and sniffed the light fragrance of the liquor, it smelled like rare and fine wine, there was nothing unusual about it, trying it was just for peace of mind.

The blood prince is still very cautious in this regard, because he has been tricked before.

Suddenly the lights in the hall went out, it was pitch black, and several light clusters shone

Come, show them where to dance.

Lansa handed Yi Ting a half-filled wine glass, and smiled: "Drink while dancing, will you?"

Yi Ting took it in confusion: "Huh? Can you still drink while dancing?"

Before he could react, the prelude to the dance music started.

Lan Sa put his arms around Yi Ting's waist with one hand, put the wine glass to his lips with the other hand and took a sip, which made his lips bright red, and bumped the other side with the glass wall: "Little wolf, lift your foot. "

It sounded like the quiet and refreshing Early Autumn Song was on the right track, and Lansa had already guided Yi Ting around a step, while still tasting wine calmly.

The werewolf couldn't dance well, but now he was in a hurry, trying to keep up with Lansa, and the floor echoed with his footsteps.

How nice would it be to have a decent dance partner?No...it's okay.

Seeing that Yi Ting refused to drink, Lan Sa simply pushed his cup to the man's mouth and poured it down, and his feet did not stop.

The wolf gulped down a glass, and Lansa threw the empty glass to the ground in satisfaction. The sound of broken glass that should have been violent was completely covered by the noise of the ball, and no one noticed.

But no one noticed that Yi Ting stepped on his foot, the leather shoes were hard and low, and the pain was doubled.

Lansa endured, and stood up close to the werewolf's face: "Your feet are dishonest again, give me a good..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was pushed back hard by Yi Ting, and bumped into a pair of guys dancing behind him, almost driving them away.

The height of the back bump is low, which reminds, and offends, a woman.

A weak voice exclaimed in shock: "Ah!"

Lansa gritted her teeth and didn't look back, she pulled Yi Ting and spun around to another field: "Don't squeeze me, I bumped into someone, it's rude."

"Okay, I'm so hot..." Yi Ting gasped for breath, nodded as if he understood Lansa's meaning, shook his dance steps vigorously, and spilled a lot of wine in the glass on Lansa's body, "It wasn't on purpose Yes."

Lanza's face under the mask was sullen, and he stretched out his tongue to lick the wine in the opponent's glass.

It seems to taste better than my own cup, with a bit of a werewolf taste...

It must be because of the habit of drinking his blood!

to the climax.

The bottom of the glass was out of reach, so Lanza simply clapped his hands and smashed the glass to the ground, and started dancing seriously with his poor partner.

Yi Ting seemed to have finally thrown away his burden, and grabbed Lansa's waist with his claws.

The two looked at each other in the colorful dance music in the awkward posture of embracing each other.

The competition seemed to be walking through the darkness, stepping on all the dance points under the lights, bumping into all the dancers, and going around the entire hall with a large span.

What Lanza was after at this time was not dancing itself, but something else.

Enough beautiful atmosphere, enough embarrassing dance partner.

Lanza stared at those clear and serious eyes and thought.This guy, more than any of his great dance partners in the past, wanted him to dance smartly and not have a finale.

Yi Ting moved his lips, as if he said something, maybe the dance party was too noisy, Lansa didn't hear clearly.

Lansa leaned over to listen, but watched Yi Ting fall backwards, and dragged him to the low table arranged on the scene.

The heart of the person under him is very heavy, and it is clearly discernible to the blood race who generally do not jump.

It was pitch black, but fortunately, Lansa had excellent night vision, and accurately bit a wolf's ear: "What did you say?"

"I said." Yi Ting didn't push or resist, paused for a rare moment, then scratched his face with his hand, "Why don't you pretend to me..."

Before Lansa could finish listening to the little wolf's words, his whole body shivered.

It has lived for 4000 years, but it is actually an intuition of more than 3000 years.

In his dark home field, there was something that dared to stare at him maliciously.

Not self-sufficient.