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

Lansa fell into a long sleep again, and had the illusion of falling asleep again.

A sound dream.

But it is also an illusion.

"Are you awake, it's time to start the live broadcast!"

Accompanied by a high-pitched roar, the lid of Lansa's coffin was lifted again, and the air different from the inside of the coffin came in. The lazy blood prince turned sideways, enjoying the good sleep just now.

Yi Ting grabbed Lansa's pointed ears and woke him up, "You're going to sleep to death, isn't 1000 years enough for you to sleep?"

Lansa sat up in a daze, resenting the treason of the werewolf in his heart, but because of the bewildered state of just getting up, he didn't say a word, and squinted his eyelids slightly.

Like a servant, Yi Ting wiped his face with a towel, and combed his hair with his fingers, messing Lansa's neat black hair into a mess. Zhou's mission, increase your communication with the outside world, talk more this time, understand?"

Lanza was still stuck in the fact that a werewolf could knock out his teeth and couldn't extricate himself, and he was listless, so he slumped and responded: "Oh."

Yi Ting has a big heart, regardless of Lansa's petty emotions, he directly lifts him up and presses him on the chair: "Show, talk."

The cameras are turned on again, and Lanza is forced to open for business.

With the fermentation of the news in the past few days, the popularity of Lanza's live broadcast room has soared to a new height. As soon as he started broadcasting, many people came in as if watching the excitement.

As soon as he looked up at the screen, he saw countless cordial greetings.

[Lanza good evening!What is the relationship between you and the werewolf next to you? 】

【Are you still going out today? Where is it? Can you give me a chance to meet you? 】

【Oh oh oh, is your lord prince going to suck my blood! 】

【Is this just waking up? I feel drowsy, but it's so cute...】

Lanza's eyes wandered, and the nails were embedded in the palm of his hand.In order not to make people think that he is afraid of humans, he reluctantly said: "The caregiver, don't go out, don't drink blood, very sober."

Yi Ting was relieved when he saw that he was speaking again, and went back to the house alone as if he had relieved a heavy burden.

Lansa watched the werewolf leave with his lips pursed, feeling angry and unable to break out.

Isn't he a caregiver, how can he be left alone to face these rude humans!

【Let’s go, little Lansa, hurry up and call him back! 】

[Tsk tsk, you've been staring at me, aren't you reluctant? 】

【Can you tell me your story back then?Listening to oral history is the best! 】

Lansa frowned, not wanting to admit the fact that he was a little uneasy now, changed the subject and began to tell a story, slightly raised his chin: "More than 1000 years ago, it was the most glorious time for our blood race."

He didn't have any affection for these humans who teamed up with werewolves, and telling the stories of the past was also very demonstrative.

"Shameless blood hunters, unite the church, unite the originally neutral alien races, and even the refugees of the lower classes of human beings...huh."

Lansa thought of his past enemies, and stopped talking with a bad face.

The flames of war were like yesterday, and he just closed his eyes and opened them, and he went from the human battlefield of bloody fighting and intrigue to the so-called peaceful age when the blood race was on the verge of extinction.

The barrage audience was fascinated by listening to it, and the traffic was much less. Occasionally, a few people were using insignificant running chat.

Lanza gradually relaxed, leaned on the rocking chair and swayed, and chatted about other things in a good mood: "Red wine today is not as good as before. My wine cabinet used to have the most beautiful and delicious wine in the world. spoiled by those werewolves

. "

【Why a werewolf? 】

[I guess the werewolf in his family also likes to spoil his wine. 】

【Really?I am studying archaeological history, and I have never heard of it. 】

Lansa stared at the bullet screen for a while, thinking that these human beings have been brainwashed by werewolves, so they would doubt the authenticity of his words, and still know nothing about werewolves' desire to destroy?

Suddenly, a large overhead speaker appeared, and Lansa naturally saw it.

[Minister of the Blood Club: Dear Prince Lansa, I am Tucker, the largest Minister of the Blood Club in the world, may I have the honor to invite you to join us? 】

[Oh oh oh, it is said that most of the existing vampires have joined this organization! 】

[What is this, inviting someone face to face? 】

Lansa snorted softly and ignored it, he had never heard of this person's name.Not to mention this kind of low blood organization, he doesn't even bother to attend the Prince's meeting.

Even if there are only a few remaining members of the same race, he is not qualified to invite him to join this kind of organization.

This small wave quickly passed, and Lanza told some legends about the blood clan, and the audience was too excited.

It's just that the head of the club is playing the horn persistently, and Lansa can see it as soon as he raises his eyes, and he is also annoyed.

He raised his voice a little, but he didn't shout out, maintaining the elegance of the blood race: "Yi Ting."

Presumably there were two doors separated, the werewolf couldn't hear, and there was no sound outside the house.

Lansa bit his lips impatiently. He would not act like getting up to find someone, so he leaned his head against the door, trying to amplify his voice: "Yi Ting."

As soon as the yell came out, the werewolf slapped his feet and opened the door carelessly: "What do you want, ancestor?"

"Always remember to knock on the door." Lansa didn't expect him to come so fast, moved back, and pointed to the loudspeaker that was crazily looping on the screen: "I don't want to see that."

Yi Ting ignored Lansa's request to knock on the door, and didn't know how to cancel it when he came over. He tilted his head and glanced at the content: "This is a member of the Blood Club."

Lansa was impatient: "No see."

"The relationship between your blood clans is so bad?" The werewolf shook his ears, and kicked the poor club manager into the blacklist and kicked him out of the live broadcast room. "I think it's because you have a bad temper."

"He is not qualified."

The barrage did not object to Lansa's bullying behavior, but became even more excited.

[Aww Lansa is so handsome! "You are not qualified to talk to me."]

[After all, he is a blood prince, very arrogant. 】

[This is called personality!I was killed! 】

Yi Ting complained, "A proud ghost."

Lansa suddenly discovered that the voice was not only coming from the werewolf's air, but also from his pocket. No wonder there was some noise when the two of them talked just now.

Lanza frowned, feeling very amused: "Are you watching?"

are you watchingare you watchingare you watchingSeveral echoes resounded faintly.

The werewolf seemed to be frowning, his tail stood up in an instant, and he said confidently: "Yes, I am monitoring you!"

It turned out that Yi Ting couldn't let go of his heart even after returning home. Afraid that the restless blood prince would do something, he secretly turned on his phone and entered his live broadcast room, watching from a distance of not many meters.

He also came here because he heard Lansa calling him on the live broadcast.

The corners of Lansa's lips curled up slightly, and he thought he was free: "I allow you to stay here aboveboard."

Didi, the live broadcast wizard, reminded: "Today's live broadcast has reached three hours.

You can download it! "

The werewolf ignored all the barrage to keep him, and slapped the play button for Lansa, "I see that you played well, didn't you?"

Yi Ting watched the live broadcast for a while, and found that Lansa was quite good as an anchor. Vampires are really luxurious and elegant creatures. There is a little bit of likability, but it is too troublesome to raise.In order to send this ancestor away earlier, he also saved the "Vampire Observation Record" in the note on his mobile phone.

The first one is: there are too many things to break.

Lansa lay down leisurely, and said to himself: "No matter what, I can do well."

"Then do you know how to play games?" Yi Ting suddenly shook his ears excitedly, and went to get a game console.

He opened a hot-blooded fighting game, fiddled with it for a while, easily killed the boss, and then stopped.

Lansa glanced at the screen: "What is this?"

Yi Ting showed Lansa the hundreds of strange jigsaw pieces on the screen, and pointed to a palette: "If you put this thing together into a painting, you have to dye it. I can't appreciate it. You can try to make one."

It turns out that this fighting game also has an artistic puzzle-solving link, and Yi Ting doesn't like to look up strategies, so he has been stuck for a long time.

In addition to wine tasting, Lanza's pleasure in his long life is appreciating art and painting. Seeing that it is finally useful, he raised his interest to help.

"This is the ruins of civilization, the relics of history." Lanza nimbly put together the jigsaw puzzle gradually into a relic, and the grandeur of the past can be vaguely seen in this building, which is very similar to the scenery he has seen before.

A touch of sadness permeated his heart. After waking up, the world was turned upside down, and it was not indifferent to the blood prince.

Under Yi Ting's guidance, he slowly learned how to operate, and used a color palette to color the painting. Gray and white are the main tone, but there are warm colors.

Lanza, who loves art, is not satisfied with rough sketches, and has been scribbling and changing. Another day.

The werewolf's eyelids were drooping and were about to close, but they still kept a trace of clarity.He often suffered from insomnia these days when Lansa made him feel sleepy.

"Perfect." Lansa exhaled softly, gave the completed painting to Yi Ting, and raised his eyebrows confidently.

"Can this game do this?" Yi Ting's eyes stared straight. He thought it was just a jigsaw puzzle plus coloring. The color connection was so natural that it couldn't be seen as a splicing at all. He praised with emotion, "Humph, You are very useful this time."

Lansa raised the corners of her lips slightly triumphantly, but didn't reveal too much, and got into the coffin by herself.

Yi Ting leaned on the bed, and the game console heard the sound of successful clearance, and looked up at the vampire inside the coffin: "Sleepy? I can't sleep because of you these days."

Lansa looked up at the moon on the background wall of the castle, and his mind became more peaceful.

He thought of the crows singing in the quiet night, the fight for territory with the noble who was also the prince in the past, and the small river under the moonlight.

The paranoid vampires just miss these things a little bit.

Yi Ting muttered softly, "Can you sleep with your eyes open?"

Lanza closed his eyes, it was rare for him to be so calm.He opened his mouth slightly, his low and seductive voice was like a lover whispering at night, singing a lullaby that Yi Ting couldn't understand.

So soft, it lulls you to sleep.

For some reason, Yi Ting drooped his ears, and gradually closed his eyelids. The last thing he saw was Lansa's handsome face.

He thought, finally falling asleep.