What should I do if the seven veterans are revived at the same time?

Zhuo Lan accompanied Gaillardville through all the registration procedures.

The staff of the institute really felt that Zhuo Lan was like a placebo for Gaillardville.As long as Zhuo Lan said that there was no problem with anything that caused the three generations of blood to question it, Gaillardville would probably accept it.

For example, Gaillardville looked at the dozens of pages of the treaty, pointed to one of the lines and said, "Don't hurt others without reason? Do I still need to abide by this kind of regulation?"

Zhuo Lan said from the side: "Is it okay? If you drink blood, it doesn't count. To be precise, it's fine if you don't get discovered or accused."

Researcher: ...don't say in front of me that Dapeng spreads his wings on the edge of the law, okay?

For another example, Gaillardville looked at the medical examination items, raised his eyebrows and said, "You want to draw my blood? Is it so easy for strangers to obtain the blood of the blood race?"

"It's different now." Zhuo Lan shrugged. "The gene has been faded for so many years. At the beginning, most members of the blood race must be willing to cooperate. It's normal to donate blood to study genes."

Gaillardville looked at the researcher again: "Can you guarantee that my blood will not be stolen? It will be safe?"

Out of a scientific attitude, the researcher cannot say that there will be no accidents 100%, and can only say: "We have the strictest security measures."

……

After several days of tossing, Gaillardville's "identity ID" was finally done.

On the day the researcher gave the communicator to the hands of the three-generation blood race, he also asked something: "Do you need us to help you start your career? If necessary, you have to reach a corresponding cooperation agreement with the research institute. To deal with some events that science can't handle."

Garrardville felt that there were enough constraints on his body, which made him displeased, so he didn't want to continue to listen to humans.He looked at his little friend: "What do you think?"

"I think?" Zhuo Lan still had that indifferent attitude, "If you don't want to cooperate, then don't cooperate. If you need money, I can give it to you."

Gaillardville laughed: "Why, listen to this tone, do you want to support me?"

"What's wrong?" Zhuo Lan smiled softly, "You raised me before, but now I raise you, what is this called...Father is kind and son is filial?"

Garrardville squeezed his chin: "What description do you use, huh? And what are you doing now? Are you rich?"

Zhuo Lan replied: "I am an artist."

"artist?"

"Is it acting for people, dancing for people, singing and smiling for people?"

"...is it a job to please others?" Garrardville narrowed his eyes, "You are actually willing to do such a thing?"

Zhuo Lan blinked: "Because I'm lazy."

Gaillardville froze for a moment: "What?"

"Some people like my looks, some people like my voice, some people like everything I know, these people are willing to pay to see and hear me, why am I not happy?" Zhuo Lan smiled, "On the chair Looking down on all beings, dancing on the dance floor, singing under the moonlight. This is what I would do before, and I will continue to do it with money, so what is the difficulty?"

"...I seem to be persuaded by you." Gala Deville smiled, "But thinking of so many people seeing your beauty, and so many people fantasizing evil thoughts about you in their minds, I feel a little dissatisfied Happy."

"So what?" Zhuo Lan said cheerfully, "They dare not say this in front of me. If someone makes me unhappy, I will make him even more unhappy."

"Okay." Geraldville said, "It seems that I need to witness your work with my own eyes."

Zhuo Lan blinked: "Then you agree with me to raise you?"

In fact, Gaillardville raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to support others so much?"

"Of course not others." Zhuo Lan said, "But you are not 'others'."

Gaillardville asked, "What about your other lovers?"

Zhuo Lan: "..." What about blood races who are used to having many lovers?Why does my guardian always find fault with me because of this!

Seeing the child's choked expression, Geraldville laughed lowly: "Okay, I won't embarrass you, so let me change the question—am I the only one you raise now?"

Zhuo Lan thought for a while: "From before to now, you are the first one, and of course you are the only one."

This finally pleased his guardian.

"Okay, I promise you to raise me."

***

On the day Geraldville returned home with Zhuo Lan, Cecil, Ai Jia and Jiang Yihong all came.

As soon as Cecil and Ai Jia entered the door, they saw Gaillardville standing in the living room, and they both froze in place.

Garrardville glanced at the two of them and recognized them instantly: "Oh, a follower of Zhuo Lan? A descendant of Toledo?"

"What? Ah, yes, they are them, but now they are the staff of my studio." Zhuo Lan came out with a bottle of champagne and said, "This is Cecil, and that is Ai Jia. The one behind is my agent People, Jiang Yihong."

Then Zhuo Lan introduced to the three people who came in: "This is Gaillardville, the 'father' I first embraced."

Although the three people who came knew about the existence of the three-generation blood race before, when they actually saw Gaillardville, they were still stunned in place.

Jiang Yihong is purely because of Gaillardville's appearance and momentum, such a dusty person, like a bloody ice sword suspended in the air, makes Jiang Yihong, who is a super agent, instinctively excited.As for Cecil and Ai Jia, apart from being surprised by the appearance of the three generations of blood, they were even tensed by the suppression of the other's blood.

At any rate, Jiang Yihong was able to come forward to shake hands with Gaillardville, nodded, and they knew each other.Cecil and Ai Jia could only stand with their legs stiff, looking at Zhuo Lan in a daze.

Zhuo Lan opened the champagne, poured a glass for Gaillardville, and then said: "Don't hold them down, let them be statues in my house, is it interesting?"

Gaillardville took a sip of champagne slowly before releasing the "lock" from the two of them.

Cecil and Ai Jia suddenly let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'm just inspecting your followers." Geraldville said, "Every follower of yours had to go through my inspection before, didn't they?"

"In the past, they were still real blood races. Does that count now?" Zhuo Lan said, "They are descendants of how many generations have been downplayed. You can treat them as human beings, why bother to be serious with two human beings?"

Gaillardville smiled: "Maintain your followers, huh? They don't look like qualified followers, but you are still a qualified lord."

This sentence made Cecil and Ai Jia nervous again.

"Don't be afraid, he's just bluffing you." Zhuo Lan poured champagne for himself, "You are my followers, he can't do anything to you. If he touches you, he's overstepping his authority and challenging me."

Jiang Yihong looked around and asked a question: "But isn't he your 'father'? Can't move your followers?"

"Each blood clan also has its own 'territory', which is impossible to touch even if it is a direct line." Zhuo Lan and Gaillardville clinked glasses, and then asked the three generations of blood clans, "So, you will touch me person?"

"I have always respected you very much, my dear, and I have never touched your people without your consent." Gaillardville raised his eyebrows, "I will not change this practice now."

"That's good." Zhuo Lan pointed to Cecil and said, "I haven't worked for a long time because of my injury. He is now the pillar of my studio. Don't scare him."

"Oh." Gaillardville pointed at Ai Jia, "What about that?"

Ai Jia was called out, and she was so tense that she seemed to be standing in a military posture, she almost didn't wear sunglasses behind her back.

"That? My assistant." Zhuo Lan said, "It's quite interesting to dress up and play like a doll."

Gaillardville glanced at Ai Jia's face carefully after hearing the words: "Oh, the foundation is okay. But you really didn't have this type around you before, do you like this?"

"It's okay, but it's not like warming the bed." Zhuo Lan paused for a moment before realizing something, and looked at Cecil and Ai Jia, "You haven't talked or moved since you came in? How are you usually, how are you doing now, don’t put ice sculptures here.”

"..." Cecil finally spoke with difficulty, "What should we... call...?"

"The honorific title should be 'Your Excellency', right?" Zhuo Lan looked at the three-generation blood clan, "What do you think?"

Gaillardville asked, "What do they call you?"

"Just call me by name."

"Huh? Not even 'sir'?"

"They are also my fans." Zhuo Lan shrugged, "We need to communicate at work, so don't be too cumbersome."

"Then just call me 'Mr.'." Garrardville said, "I also try to do as the Romans do."

"Do as the Romans do?" Zhuo Lan sat on the sofa side by side with him and said, "Then do you want to be an artist like me? Sign in to my studio?"

Jiang Yihong was shocked when he heard Zhuo Lan take the initiative to mention this matter.

"You said you wanted to raise me before, but now you want to push me out, huh?" Gaillardville finished drinking the champagne in the glass and put down the empty glass, "I don't want to do things that I don't want to do for no reason just to please humans .”

"You don't understand this era yet, Gaillardville. When you sit in front of the camera, someone will give you a reward." Zhuo Lan added champagne to him, "You don't need to release skills, you don't need to seduce the other party, you don't need any power, You don't even have to move, and someone will give you a bow. You just take a breath and they're like, 'That's great, you can breathe,' believe it or not?"

"...It sounds a little silly." Garrardville raised his eyebrows, "I thought only followers would give everything for no reason?"

"To some extent, a fan is a kind of follower." Zhuo Lan said cheerfully, "You should understand how attractive you are, my dear, it was a waste to have this kind of appearance on you before, because everyone didn't like it." How dare you look directly at you! When you come to Interstellar and sit in front of the camera, this face will play its greatest role!"

"It sounds like you're trying to get me to work with you," Gaillardville said.

"To be precise, I just want to let everyone know that there is another you in this world." Zhuo Lan smiled, "My companion, my 'father', is a three-generation blood clan stronger than me."

"Looks like you're showing off your new toy."

"No, I'm showing off my backing."

"...You seem to have moved me a bit." Garrardville chuckled, "Okay, I agree to declare my existence. But let's not talk about anything else."

"Of course." Zhuo Lan glanced at Jiang Yihong, "I leave it to you."

Jiang Yihong nodded: "Don't worry."

Zhuo Lan got one thing done, got up and went into the kitchen, looking for some ice cubes: "Alex, where are the ice cubes?"

"Freeze the first layer of the refrigerator." Following the male voice's response, the corresponding refrigerator layer was opened, and there were exactly the ice cubes Zhuo Lan wanted.

But Zhuo Lan stared at the refrigerator, and suddenly squinted his eyes.

"I've been feeling something lately... but I hope it's just an illusion.

"So, who's answering me now? Are you really my Alex?"