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

Lansa opened his eyes slightly, the imaginary anxious werewolf was not there, and all the waste was not there, but he saw the pointed ears that symbolized the blood race.

An old and hoarse voice came: "It's a pity, why is it so miserable?"

Lansa couldn't speak, and moved his fingers silently.

It was that weird head of the Blood Club who tried to flatter him over and over again, so there must be a conspiracy.

How dare you speak sarcastic words to him?

The old blood named Tucker untied the net that was covering Lansa's face, and stared greedily for a while.

The vitality of the blood prince is so long, he can survive all the difficult years without dying.An eternally youthful face, a beautiful and powerful body...

Let every blood race be extremely envious, some only dare to envy, and some dare to take risks.

Lanza was very disgusted by this gaze. He couldn't understand the eyes of his fellow clan's delusion to take his power, but those blood clans who used to be very famous and somewhat powerful, the one in front of him was undoubtedly not one of them.

How can such a person succeed!

But the burning sensation after soaking in sea water was eroding his sanity, the blood was still draining out of nowhere, and his strength was gradually deflated like a broken water balloon.

Tucker was still taunting: "You are as powerful as you, and you will actually go into the water to weaken your own strength. You really care about that werewolf, and it saved me a lot of trouble."

Thinking of that stupid wolf, Lansa's heart was a little anxious, and he wanted to reprimand Yi Ting for being a waste, and then order the other party to bring tea and water to take good care of him for a few days.

Tucker was surprised: "Why didn't I see an angry look on your face? What are you thinking?"

Lanza finally came to his senses and remembered the existence of this guy, and looked at it with hanging eyes, full of disdain.

Silent ridicule: You deserve it?

The old blood burst out a deep and vicious laugh: "It's okay, after today, I will be you..."

Lanza shrewdly used his claws to block his face, just enough to block the withered hand.

It was too weak to resist for long, but Lansa remained silent and persisted.

Even if she bleeds dry and lies in the coffin for another 1000 years, this lowly creature cannot get her wish!

The vampire in front of him suddenly showed his withered fangs, and charged at Lansa's neck.

Lansa's pupils shrank and his eyes widened, he locked his throat and pinched the opponent's neck, unable to stop.

"It's useless... You've run out of strength, haven't you?"

Lansa bit her lip, bleeding more and more from the corner of her mouth, and choked out a few words from her throat: "You are not worthy."

"Don't you still know? This sea is in the opposite direction to the coast over there. Those people will definitely not be able to find it, so you can only..."

The fangs bit it straight, and at the very moment, bang, a gunshot shook the whole field.

A bullet grazed Tucker's cheek, leaving serious blood and burn marks.

Tucker said in surprise: "Who!"

Lanza took the opportunity to break free, with long nails embedded in the fierce opponent's neck, but the dignified and luxurious look remained on his face.

The prince of the blood clan, the most elegant who hurts even hurts.

After being attacked, Tucker stopped his offensive action, and took out a handful of silverware with his gloves with a fierce look on his face.

There were footsteps coming from not far away.

"It's only close to succeeding..." Tucker's greedy face was close at hand, and the sharp silverware came straight to him.

The harm of silver products to the blood family is always strong. At the beginning, Lansa also had a cross in his heart and was banned for so many years.

Lansa knew that it was Yi Ting's footsteps, so he simply closed his eyes, not

Life and death are waiting.

Anyway, the cubs are here, so we can't let this lowly guy take his strength and body, at worst, he will be sealed for another thousand or eight hundred years.

The severe pain I imagined did not strike, but the sound of weapons colliding.

Lanza was confused.The footsteps of many people... and the ferocious howling of werewolves.

As if being hugged by someone, there was a wet touch on the face, and a voice came from the ear: "Ancestor, why are you so stupid that you dare to go into the water? Damn... how painful is this?"

Sure enough, it was that silly little wolf, but he obviously helped him, how could he still dare to complain?

Lanza tilted his head slightly, and his lips just met the licking tongue.

He froze and didn't move, but the tongue happily licked and licked his lips, the rhythm was the same as before.

There was the sound of noisy vehicles and chattering discussions in the crowd, how dare this little wolf...do such an intimate thing in public?

Lansa opened his eyes angrily, and saw the werewolf's bright eyes were tense, and his messy hair was sticking to his head with wetness. He was extremely embarrassed, and his forehead was hit with blood.

Lansa blew lightly on the soft tongue, and saw Yi Ting shivered and closed his mouth.

Yi Ting anxiously picked up Lansa and went to the medical car: "Why do you still have the strength to tease me?"

Lanza moved his eyes and looked back, and saw that Tucker's silverware had been stabbed back into his body, and several people were handcuffing him away.

Only at this moment did Lansa have a surge of anger in his heart, and he raised his head and bit Yi Ting's chin fiercely.

Yi Ting couldn't figure it out: "Ancestor, why are you losing your temper with me? Is it in pain? It will be fine later."

Lansa breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on Yi Ting's shoulder and said nothing, but his nails were deeply embedded in the werewolf's arm.

Silly wolf, I don't know how to admit my mistake at this time.

-

Lansa woke up, feeling that his body was recovering well, and he felt extremely comfortable.

I moved my nose.The smell in the ward was terrible, and the worst red wine he had ever smelled in his life would not make him want to vomit.

The birds are calling tirelessly outside the window, and there is still some vitality.

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw the little wolf sleeping obediently by his hand.

Why didn't you wake up?

Curious, Lan Sa turned Yi Ting, who was in the form of a little wolf, over, and saw a lot of cuts on the wolf's paws, spread out one by one, and the blood was solidified.

He moved his eyelashes and gently touched the wolf's paw.Wouldn't this silly wolf bleed again to feed him?The blood prince is so weak, he must drink blood.

Yi Ting woke up with a whine, and came face to face with Lansa.

Lanza had just enjoyed the softness of the little wolf's ears when he watched his little wolf transform into a big werewolf.

As soon as he returned it, he hugged him, coughed loudly, and almost died half of his life.

Lanza yelled, "Hi."

The werewolf cried and howled and licked Lansa's face: "Ancestor, you can be regarded as alive. I am so anxious that half of the coffin has been buried in the ground these days. Come, make it clear!"

Lansa took it as the intimacy of a werewolf, and let him go, even though he felt a little uncomfortable.Things in my mind were going round and round, and I didn't know what to say for a moment: "What are you talking about?"

Yi Ting was sitting on Lansa's lap peeling an apple, pouted: "Tell me, what are you going to do?"

Lansa said confidently: "I'm hungry, if you don't come back, I will go find you."

Where is hungry, clearly anxious.

Yi Ting asked suspiciously: "Then what are you doing in the water? My colleague said you were fierce, so when you arrived, you would ask me about it. If you didn't listen to my advice, you would go into the water."

earnest move

When the person said it so plainly, Lan Sa couldn't hold back immediately.

He snatched the apple that Yi Ting was peeling, and stuffed it into his mouth: "I think you're useless, go help."

Yi Ting gnawed into the apple, slurring his mouth: "Then just make yourself like this? Do you know that when I saw you in the water, my heart almost jumped out of my throat, and I almost vomited!"

Lansa raised her eyebrows triumphantly: "Don't forget, I saved you."

"I could fight at first, but that octopus is too stupid..." Yi Ting shook his ears, stared at Lansa for a while, and then asked suddenly, "Are you missing me?"

"Dream." Lansa answered subconsciously without even thinking about it.

Yi Ting ate all the apple cores, grabbed a pack of paper and wiped his mouth: "Oh, I thought you knew how much you love me."

Lanza tilted his head slightly without responding.

After that impulsive momentum, the proud blood prince began to calm down again.I really have thoughts about this little wolf, but I must not show it openly.

Be reserved, and slowly lead the little wolf to surrender.

Not long after, Lansa was allowed to get out of bed by the blood doctor, and he specifically told him not to go down the river to catch fish.

Lansa was taken by the werewolf to wander around the courtyard, and the beautiful scenery of the whole hospital was lost.

Lan Sa sat by the flower bed and painted the fountain when he was free, and Yi Ting was like a support, giving him whatever he wanted, and he worked hard without complaint.

The flowers and water in the painting are vivid, but something is missing.

Lansa glanced at the big werewolf beside him and smiled knowingly.

Yi Ting: "?"

Soon there was a palette, a few pens, and a big dark gray werewolf dragging them along.

In order to be more realistic, Lanza also moistened a big snot bubble, highlighting the sleepiness of the werewolf.

Yi Ting finally felt something was wrong, and with a paintbrush in his mouth, he leaned over to have a look: "Why are you painting me again?"

Lansa paused: "I'm just painting the scene in front of me, you just caught my eye."

After saying this, it sounded weird, and Lansa himself was stunned for a while, and then the edges of his long ears turned red slightly, and his anger rose again, and he painted the werewolf's clothes that were not made of much fabric into tatters.

"The clothes are painted wrong." Yi Ting lowered his head and sniffed at his collar, "It's tasteless, it's not bad."

"That's right." Lanza was extremely tough.

"Okay, okay, what do you say?"

Yi Ting whistled, completely out of tune, quite rock style.

After a good painting, another stroke is made, and the stroke is crooked.

Lansa thought the werewolf was noisy, so he tapped a pen stained with black paint on the tip of Yi Ting's nose: "Don't let the noise bother me."

The surroundings are extremely quiet, except for the humming werewolves, there is no noise anywhere.

Yi Ting could only touch his nose: "I'm humming."

Lanza was even more surprised: "Can that be called a song?"

"Of course, try listening again if you don't believe me." Yi Ting whistled while shaking his head, probably humming some street pop music.

Lanza gradually got it, because he only listened to one song recently.

...The one called fan song, "Thousand Years of Blood".

Lansa put away the painting and stared at Yi Ting: "Do you know what that song means, just hum it?"

"I know, let me write yours."

The screen was still for a while, Lansa couldn't wait for the next sentence, Yi Ting also tilted his head in doubt.

Forget it, the little wolf must be shy and embarrassed to confess.

Lanza was very happy: "When will you go back?"

Yi Ting didn't respond directly, and was silent for a while: "I'll take you there."