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

The bell rings.

Lan Su paused for more than ten seconds, and connected with hope in his heart.

"Hi, is this Lanza?"

"We want to ask you a favor."

"A newly discovered young vampire is very disturbed, and may need a fellow vampire to talk to him."

"I promise it won't take up too much of your time, okay?"

Lansa pondered for a while: "Location."

The matter of the same clan has nothing to do with him, but he always feels... Maybe he will see the werewolf in this way, and it's okay to condescend to go there.

The other party seemed surprised that Lansa agreed so quickly, and paused: "Ah...? Okay, I'll pick you up?"

Lanza raised an eyebrow.Why, the little wolf didn't even convey the request?Also send this kind of yesman.

"Need not."

"Well, then I'll send you the navigation, and you can follow it by clicking on it. Be careful on the road!"

Lanza hung up the phone instantly and clicked the navigation.

【Navigating for you, destination——】

The black mist was flying in the air, and the phone screen was still glowing.

【Master, your direction is reversed!Please head north——]

Lanza felt frustrated, so he had no choice but to turn his head and go in the direction the guy said.

He is not a road idiot, and he has a sense of direction.It’s just that the flight is too fast, and the navigation is too late to synchronize, and there will often be “re-planning the route” immediately after “going straight for 1000 meters”.

Being tossed about to go crazy, Lanza slowly looked down in the air, waiting for the slow-response broken machine.

His field of vision widened, and he couldn't help looking at the werewolf's lair.

What happened to the little wolf's den? Will the traces of his existence disappear?

Were all the elaborate decorations removed as well?

[The destination has been reached, this navigation is over. 】

The electronic sound brought Lansa back from his thoughts. He landed and stood in front of the door without knocking on it.

The door opened by itself, and the first thing that caught the eye was the tip of a wolf's tail.

Lanza's eyes blinked slightly, and he couldn't help breathing out.

Is Little Wolf there?

Soon this guess was denied. Although it was a werewolf who opened the door, its coat color and appearance were still quite different from Yi Ting.

The werewolf was still very cheerful, and stood sideways: "Hello, thank you for visiting that little guy, come in."

Lanza felt a little unspeakably disappointed.

It was because he was thinking too much, it wasn't Yi Ting who called, how could he meet here?

He didn't nod, didn't say anything, just walked in.

A blood race that was much shorter than him by a head was lying on the ground playing a puzzle, moving very clumsily, racking his brains to think about the next step.

Lanza walked over lightly, and let out a chuckle of unknown meaning.

It sounds gentle, but it's actually mocking.

How could there be such a stupid blood race?

Lanza squatted down, took out the jigsaw puzzle in the hands of the vampire, drew the whole picture in his mind, and put it in a suitable location.

Only then did the little blood clan realize that there was someone there, and exclaimed, "Ah! Who are you?"

Why is this little blood race so noisy?She doesn't look like a vampire at all, where all her elegance has gone.

Lansa got up and clapped his hands, disgustedly said: "Lanza."

"Oh, I haven't seen you." The little blood race scratched his hair, and after a while, he suddenly realized, "Are you that prince?"

Lansa snorted, how could there be blood who didn't know him?It's ridiculous.

The guarding werewolf hurried over, hugged and patted the little blood clan, coaxing and persuading:

"Yes, treat him with respect."

The little blood race didn't even resist, and nestled in the man's arms with peace of mind.

Lanza looked a little dazzling.

How could there be such a pair of warm old enemies in the world?This must be fake vampires and werewolves...

He suddenly thought of Yi Ting.

Although Yi Ting is very irritable, he does things carelessly, and behaves sloppily, but he has never really hurt him.

That rough guy is also rare and caring sometimes.

Lansa frowned and asked, "How long have you lived together?"

The werewolf replied: "It's not been a month yet, he's really not used to it, and he can only talk more in these two days."

The little blood race stared over, then squinted into the werewolf's arms in fear.

Lanza felt a little complicated: "How do you take care of him every day?"

"It didn't take much effort, just bring him whatever you want to drink." The werewolf patted the little blood race's back to comfort him, "If you have insomnia, you can play a lullaby, and he is very obedient, he doesn't ask for much, I will try my best Give him something the blood clan likes."

Lansa looked at the decoration of the normal werewolf house, complained about his taste for a while, and was puzzled: "Never ask for it?"

How can you live in such a place?

"No, at most it's the expression of liking in the eyes, and you dare not tell me." The werewolf pinched the nose of the little blood clan.

The little blood clan swallowed the werewolf's finger and bit it: "Enough, enough."

Looking at this warm scene, Lansa's eyes widened: "Has he ever made you angry?"

"No, be good."

Lansa gasped, and looked at the little blood clan with hatred.How could a dignified blood clan be tamed by a werewolf?

But the werewolf didn't look fierce either.

"Can you play with him for a while?" The werewolf raised his eyes and smiled heartily, "He feels your breath and looks very happy."

Lansa didn't feel that the little guy was happy, he was just afraid of him.

The little blood clan spoke tremblingly: "How long have you been sleeping? Are you not afraid when you wake up?"

"1000."

Fear?Lansa vaguely remembered that when he first opened his eyes, he had unknown fears about the things he encountered, and was more restrained by people's resentment and unhappiness.

He shook his head again and said, "I'm not afraid, I just feel strange."

"As he said, everyone is living together peacefully, isn't there a blood hunt to catch me?" The little blood race blinked.

Lanza used to be very skeptical about this question, but it wasn't until later that he experienced things big and small that he realized that he had thought too much.

Lansa was a little helpless: "This is indeed a world where all races coexist peacefully. Aren't you setting an example? You will be so friendly with werewolves."

The tip of the little blood's ears turned red, and he was silent for a while.

"Because he is nice to me, I will be nice to him."

Lanza slowly pursed his lips.

Comparing the two, he suddenly realized that Yi Ting had done much more than this werewolf.

Yi Ting would follow all his instructions, and with just one look, the other party would know what he meant.

The preferences are also gradually grasped.

Little wolf is really good to him.

And I have never given such a response as the little blood race.

The little blood race might feel bored, so he suddenly got up and grabbed the werewolf's ears: "Your ears are big and round."

The werewolf patted helplessly, hugged him and began to roll around: "Don't make trouble, there are distinguished guests here."

it looks like a joke

, In fact, the two get along very well.

It's not like living together for a month at all.

What a wonderful life to live.

"Give him my contact information." Lansa glanced at the werewolf, turned and left, "You can chat with me later if you have anything to do."

He went out, and the laughter behind him continued.

Originally, is it possible to have it?

Lansa lowered his head sadly, and the poison called missing began to spread.

-

There's an unassuming, affordable bar in town that's a popular hangout for working people.

It was a bit deserted at this time, there were not many customers patronizing, and there were two werewolves sitting and drinking in front of the bar.

"I said, you are really unlucky in the past. You finally got mixed up with this person. You take care of a blood family like raising an ancestor, and you handle your official duties well. When someone ran over and got injured, you were even suspended for a few months. Where is the reasoning?"

After the brown-haired werewolf finished speaking, he took a big gulp from the wine bottle, and the liquor drained to the bottom.

"What's the matter? If you do it, you do it. What should you do?" Yi Ting sniffed the bottle of wine in his hand, poured it into a glass, drank it slowly, and frowned, "What did you order?" Ah, like plain water."

The music in the bar was loud, and Yi Ting's voice was not so loud anymore.

The brown-haired werewolf opened another bottle and got bored: "What are you talking about? Louder!"

"You say this wine is not good! What did you order?" Yi Ting shook his head, but he insisted on not wasting it, and drank every drop. "You treat me, I have no salary recently."

Brown hair pouted: "Poor ghost. You don't have a salary, don't you have a capital? Didn't you say that a wife is enough, and you can definitely marry a beautiful woman."

"What are you talking about!" Yi Ting gritted his teeth and gnawed on the glass, "It's gone, it's gone, the beauty is gone."

Some passers-by looked at it and thought it was some broken-hearted guy drinking away his sorrows.

The same is true.

"What a beauty, when did you get married? Did you think you were too busy at work and dumped you?"

Yi Ting scratched his ears irritably: "Okay, don't ask."

"Is it brother, you don't talk about this?"

"It's nothing to do with work, it's just that I just don't like Lao Tzu." Yi Ting poured another glass of wine and drank it with an angry face.

Zongmao was curious and gossiped: "I don't even like you, so what kind of eyes are you? Don't be a werewolf."

Yi Ting slapped the opponent on the head and snorted twice: "Vampire."

"Oh, a vampire." The brown-haired drink was still cheerful, and suddenly he was taken aback, "A vampire?! Don't be that..."

Yi Ting said depressedly: "Okay, don't mention it."

Zongmao gossips endlessly, as if he saw a shocking melon, with excitement written all over his face, Yi Ting can only drink dull wine and echo from time to time.

Zongmao suddenly wondered: "Hey, I said that something is wrong since you came in just now. Why are you getting more and more sissy in the way you drink? Aren't you always bored before? Why are you so reserved."

Yi Ting paused, staring at the liquid in the glass.

"Also, you liked to drink this wine before, why do you say it's bad today?"

"The clothes also smell of washing powder. It's so strange that you will come to see me wearing freshly washed clothes."

"Oh, have you shaved, have you shaved? I look so young by ages!"

Yi Ting was stunned for a while.

Has it changed that much?

He smiled helplessly: "Yes, otherwise my ancestors would have to scold me again."