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

Lansa lay on the chair and happily fiddled with Yi Ting's smart phone. Although he knew nothing about modern technology, his strong learning ability allowed him to gradually master the simple operation.

Seeing something interesting, he tapped his feet on the chair happily.

On the screen is Yi Ting's photo album, most of which are photos of the scene at work, but Lansa found a few photos of Yi Ting without beauty.

This photo is too unpretentious. The werewolf looks straight ahead with a serious face, and his hair is smooth as if soaked in water. It is undoubtedly an ID photo.

Lansa took the phone and compared it with the real Yi Ting. The biggest difference was the messy hair of the werewolf around him.

He curled the corner of his mouth and laughed, mocking mercilessly: "Your little portrait, so silly."

"Don't look at other people's privacy, okay?" Yi Ting glared at Lansa, complaining, but didn't intend to stop him, maybe this straightforward werewolf didn't care at all.

Slender fingers swipe the screen, and then turn to the naked-chested muscular photo of the werewolf.

He had seen this muscular body before, and the drops of water on it were extremely clear, obviously it was photographed after taking a bath.

Lansa groped for a long time and retreated, thinking about educating the rough werewolf in his heart, the words came to his mouth and lingered for a long time, only wrinkling his nose and pursing his lips in silence.

For a long time: "You have no shame."

Unexpectedly, the werewolf didn't even look at him, he concentrated on unwrapping the presents, and gave up on himself: "That's it, what's the matter."

Lan Sa was overwhelmed by Yi Ting's righteousness, and threw the phone on the ground with a bang.

How can anyone keep a small naked portrait of himself?Being... being seen by others is still a look of indifference!

"What are you doing!" Yi Ting rushed over with one kick, quickly picked up the phone to check, "You dare to drop anything!"

Lansa was sure that the werewolf would not dare to do anything to him, so it was okay to take advantage of the words.

But being yelled at by the werewolf, he felt displeased again, and scratched his fingernails irregularly, without saying a word.

Yi Ting pushed a bunch of presents in front of Lansa again, pointing: "Your ones, hurry up and pick them up, I'll take the ones you don't want."

"Take it all away, I don't need gifts from humans."

That being said, Lansa, who had lost his only pleasure, unconsciously turned his attention to the pile of gifts, which he originally disdained.

Just a little curious, what items will humans give him?

What caught my eye was a long-handled black sunny umbrella. Presumably, some careful fans were afraid that he would not get used to the sun, so they gave him the most practical thing.

Just as Yi Ting was about to put away these presents, Lansa grabbed the handle of the umbrella with one hand and used it as a tool to fiddle with other presents.

The werewolf stopped impatiently and stepped aside: "You have to listen to what you said, right?"

Lansa picked up an animal U-shaped pillow, shook it feeling bored, and threw it at Yi Ting's head.

The big wolf had no choice but to catch it, grunted a few times, didn't bother to yell at Lansa, and used it on the wolf's head comfortably.

Lanza chose for a long time, staring at a strange gift.

The withered roses are framed by glass, lying quietly in the opened box.

The glass is almost transparent, as if it does not exist, and you can touch the remnant of the flower with your hand.

There is a small note on it, which reads in beautiful cursive characters: I heard that you like roses the most.

Unpleasant memories of the past surfaced, causing the blood prince to feel restless.

1000 years ago, there was a blood hunter who was well-known among humans and notorious among blood clans.Because he holds a short dagger engraved with roses, he is known as the Rose Hunter.insidious and cunning,

He is a lunatic with feelings that no one should have. His subordinates have wiped out countless blood races, including Lanza's descendants.

The flower he hates the most is roses, and almost all blood races who lived in that era would hate it.

What's more, the rose's thorns will hurt the blood race.

How could he like it?

Which short-sighted human dares to be so provocative.

Lansa had a hunch that the enemy was coming to provoke him, and he stretched out his hand, trying to crush the glass frame with his bare hands.

Then let Yi Ting find the opponent's location and take out his heart!

But when his hand touched the edge of the frame, the werewolf on the side jumped over instantly, slapped the gift that angered Lansa far away with one paw, and shouted loudly: "Don't move!"

Lan Sa was stunned for a moment, turned her head to look at the flying rose frame, and rolled around on the ground, revealing its silvery back.

There are fine and sharp rose needles on it, which are not original plant organs, but carefully polished by people.

Some needles still hung the dead reptiles that Lanza hated.

Extremely vicious, extremely disgusting.

Lanza narrowed his eyes tightly, boundless anger ignited in his heart.For many years, few people dared to provoke him in the past.

Yi Ting flipped through the garbage bag and put the thing in, very angry: "Damn it! Whoever sent you the disgusting shit, the higher-ups won't even check it!"

This is a rough word that the blood prince can't say.

Listening to the werewolf's outspoken scolding, Lansa's depression seemed to flow out, and he felt a little more relaxed.

Lanza sat up straight, folded his hands in front of his stomach, and stretched his fingers to calm his mind.

"I'm going to get to the bottom of it."

The voice was extremely eerie, like a night hunter muttering to himself, looking for disobedient prey.

Even though he is now dependent on others and has to endure a lot for consideration, he is still a big boss of the blood clan in his bones.

"Nonsense! If you get hurt, I don't know how much education you'll need!" Yi Ting's ears stood up straight, and he took a picture with his phone, and he seemed to be reporting to the bureau, "You've been so careful, who If you dare to touch you, I will kill him first!"

Judging from his frantically shaking tail, it seemed that Bilanza was even more angry.

Lanza almost forgot that the werewolf was his caregiver, and only regarded it as the concern and love of the suitor.

So he actually laughed, and looked at the handsome big wolf seriously.

"Check who sent this package, yes, I am hostile to Lansa. I am not injured, don't rely on me, don't worry."

Lanza watched the werewolf hold the phone over his shoulder with his side face, checking the gift box while talking on the phone.

"Why is there still a piece of paper?" Yi Ting took out the card inside, and read aloud, "Blood hunter, destroy evil..."

Lansa snorted softly, and kept saying that if he wanted to destroy him, he would only dare to give away tricks like this, and the tricks of blood hunting were nothing more than that.

This guy is much lower than the previous blood hunters. Those people used to be crazy.What about this person?It's just a mouse that hides behind and dare not show up.

Since the enemy wants to play, Lanza doesn't mind accompanying him.

The werewolf tore up the blood hunter's hostile declaration with his bare hands, and jumped up in disbelief: "What age is this! Still playing the game of blood clan and blood hunter, isn't it naive?"

……

A blood prince felt humiliated and cleared his throat: "If you don't look for it, I can find a way myself."

The werewolf lowered his ears and reminded vigilantly, "Why don't you look for it? Just wait, don't mess around."

"Don't make me wait too long." Lansa opened the black umbrella and put it on his shoulder

, leaning back, looking right down from the werewolf's head.

Yi Ting was checking other presents. He raised his head and felt Lansa's gaze. He was hesitant to speak, but he was a little embarrassed when he saw it. He hesitated for a while and finally said, "Tsk, why are you staring at me all day long!"

"Whether in the past or now, you always need to know something about other creatures." Lanza's explanation was very official, and he really thought so.

Those things are not safe, and there is no one else in the house, so I have to observe this werewolf.

Yi Ting scratched his neck: "Farewell, you really tickle me."

"Why is it itchy?" Lansa tilted her head in doubt, pressed her umbrella back, sat on the chair and looked up at Yi Ting, and joked, "My appearance fascinates you? It's normal, it's all When species meet me, things will happen.”

"Oh." Yi Ting suddenly realized and nodded, clapped his hands and admitted generously, "Almost, why do I think you are more and more good-looking? I thought my aesthetics had changed. It turns out that you have magic .”

Lanza let go of the umbrella uncomfortably, and let it fall to the ground with a snap.

He has been praised in the most beautiful language in the world, and he has also appeared in some beautiful dreams.

But no one would call him good-looking in such a direct and nonchalant tone.

Lansa opened his mouth, not knowing whether to be angry or what to do.

With itchy palms, staring at the innocent and suspicious eyes of the werewolf made him even more irritable, so he got up and walked out alone, found a room and locked himself in.

"Go to my house and don't move around!"

Behind him came the urgent cry of the werewolf.

It turned out that he arrived at Yi Ting's bedroom, last time he just stood at the door, now he began to look around generously.

Yi Ting's order?I heard it, but I didn't listen to it at all.

He took two steps, and was first startled by the messy bedding and the large pieces of wolf fur on the bed.

Is this... hair loss so serious?Werewolves are really troublesome creatures, no more than their vampires, they have never had such troubles.

But there are more requirements elsewhere.

Lanza picked up a book that was randomly placed on the messy table, and leaned against the wall to read it.

This is actually a book about blood races. It is a thick and large volume. It has been published for a long time. Some pages are creased and it is easy to turn them over.

Lanza looked at the homepage out of curiosity. How do the current creatures describe their blood race?

The history and origin of the blood race are all in front of it, and occasionally a few words are circled, such as "castle", "jihad", "prince", and "family".

There is a big triangular crease on the next page, which describes the preferences and habits of the vampires, all of which are clichés.

But it is much more comprehensive than people are familiar with, and one by one is marked next to it in childish handwriting.

This werewolf is also very concerned about him.

Lansa raised his chin proudly, and turned to the records of the famous blood clan.

He couldn't help laughing, because he saw a few old acquaintances, and the paintings were several times scarier than their own.

At the end of the legend, they all end with disappearance, deep sleep, and confirmed death.

Regarding the description in the book, Lansa was also dubious.Ordinary vampires would die, but their prince-level ones would live forever, at least he did.

But... After he was sealed, it is unknown whether there is a way to let the prince die.

The corners of the next page were creased, and the smudged ink nearly filled the blank space.

In the upper left corner is written two large characters: Lansa.

Looking at my introduction, it is really subtle.