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

Lanza stroked the page, feeling deeply disgusted by his portrait.

Although he looks much better than the previous ones, he has a handsome figure, but he didn't even draw half of his expression, and even his fangs were stretched to the extreme, showing out in an ungraceful manner.

It seems that the painter wanted to highlight his ferocity as much as possible.

Had I known this earlier, I would have painted a thousand paintings for myself and passed them on to the world!

Lanza is a relatively peaceful blood prince who will not take the initiative to start a war, but he will still fight with him when the opposing race strikes.

So in his long life, the skill he is most proud of is painting.

I have never painted portraits of others, nor myself.It's because he didn't expect that one day he would be framed by blood hunters and werewolves, and he would be painted so ugly after waking up a thousand years later.

After his name, there is actually a year of birth and death. It seems that he was banned back then and caused a lot of trouble, which is recorded in history books.

And... I'm afraid there will be a new edition of this book soon.

After all, it's a big living vampire, it's not good to say that he can be buried in the ground.

The biography below is scribbled and messed up by black lines, and it's largely inaccurate, but no matter what the incident is, it always defines Lanza's past behavior with the comment of "arrogance".

Lanza is very unhappy, pride is right for him, arrogance is like derogation, who dares to comment on him like this?

It's just that he didn't like to attend the meeting invitations of other blood race groups, didn't even look at the human beings who asked for his first embrace, and often wrote poems to mock the taste of werewolves.

But these key passages that smeared him were clearly marked by Yi Ting, as if they were recited in a textbook.

The following preferences are very close to him: Lanza has a whole floor of dressing rooms, which are full of different styles of clothes and jewelry, and even he himself can't remember which one is placed where.

"I remember." Lansa sighed, and crossed out the line with his sharp fingertips, and saw the childish words of a werewolf next to it: mark his clothes number.

No need, he really remembered!

Although he usually has to hire servants to take care of his castle, every collection is like a fixed position in his heart, and he can search it in his mind instantly when he needs it.

The rest of the text spare no effort to describe Lanza's love for luxury goods, precious red wine, the world's most powerful craftsmanship, and gemstones with high prices in the auction house.

Lansa almost tore up this page, and said in a low voice, "Since you know these things, where did they go?"

They must have become the property of those who did not understand their value, scattered all over the world, and lost their former fragrance.

This time the werewolf's handwriting was much bigger, and it was written on the back of the paper: It's hard to raise, I can't afford it! ! !

Lansa angrily threw the book on the table, he was not kept!

Yi Ting's shout came from a distance: "Ancestor, don't throw things! I'm going out!"

Lanza pursed her lips for a while, then stretched her eyebrows again.

It can be seen that this book has been read over and over again, and it is... quite serious, the werewolf cares more than he imagined.

Lansa happily hummed a little tune, forgetting the unhappiness just now.

He sat down on the werewolf bed casually, picked up those distinct strands of wolf hair in boredom, and wrapped them in his hands one by one.

As if finding some joy, Lanza used the roots of those wolf fur to knit together and slowly weaved something.

He used to have a small hobby, which was weaving garlands, which were all rare flowers of the highest quality.

The beautiful fragrance will make you feel comfortable all over.

Laziness has nothing to do with nimble hands, and he's happy to do little useless things.

It's just that he has never used such "inferior" materials. After a long time, he barely made two small balls, which were fluffy and connected together, and seemed to be hanging on something.

Lanza pushed the door out and looked at the clock in the living room.Before I knew it, I had stayed in a place other than my old castle house for so long.

The presents that were originally piled on the ground disappeared, and were scattered all over the living room, but they were still arranged in an orderly manner.

There was a sound in the hallway, and the doorknob was turned around.

Yi Ting came back with several cardboard boxes and wooden boxes, which were piled high in front of his face.

Lansa was playing with the masterpiece he had worked hard for a long time in his hand, and looked away after taking a look: "What are these?"

"Package." Yi Ting put them away, sat on it and rested carelessly, yawned and looked towards Lansa slowly, "The man was found, and he was called by the bureau because he had the intention of destroying the peace among creatures." Go... what is that in your hand?"

Lansa said naturally: "No accident, it should be your wolf fur, now it is my toy."

He also poked the fur ball with his finger, and the dark ball flickered, which was extremely cute.

"You pervert!" Yi Ting's hair stood on end, he shivered, and touched his arm strangely, "Why do you still collect other people's hair?"

Lansa snorted and threw the small toy over: "Wolf hair is a good material. I'm just trying to see if I've forgotten my previous craftsmanship."

Yi Ting caught the little pendant made of his fur in disbelief, and stared at Lansa's hand: "Can you still make this? It's really accurate in the book, you just like to draw weird things."

Lansa became angry when he thought of the slander against him in the book, and waved his hand slightly: "I found someone, what should I do?"

"What else can I do? I can't kill anymore." The hardworking werewolf started to clean up the house, packing all the old things that were not used into boxes, and occasionally turned around and said to Lansa, "It should be checked and punished."

"I'm going to kill him."

Lanza spoke very calmly, even calmer than when he said he wanted to buy something.

"Did you do the same thing when he committed a crime? What age is it!" Yi Ting turned fiercely and gave Lansa a fake bite, "Don't cause trouble, the bureau won't give you special treatment just because you are a blood prince under care."

Lansa lowered his eyes to look at his fingertips, being so fierce by the werewolf, all the bubbles of happiness he had accumulated just now burst.

He once again recognized the fact that he was controlled by humans, no matter how much the werewolf cared about him, it was just to control him better!

A hand suddenly appeared in sight, touching Lansa's neck directly.

He subconsciously dodged backwards, but the hand relentlessly pulled and tied something to his black shirt.

Yi Ting muttered, "How did you get this thing?"

Lanza lowered his head, and saw that the collar was fastened with a gorgeous-looking collar button. The dull metal was inlaid with sapphire stones, and the pattern was like a sword, pointing directly at his throat.

It has the calm and sharp style of a knight.

But it's really not Lanza's favorite style. He doesn't like blue at all, and he thinks this style is too stupid.

Yi Ting was still chattering: "Why is this gadget so expensive..."

It seems that this small collar button is expensive, which makes Yi Ting's heart ache. It's not hard to guess how long he hesitated in front of the product.

Lansa opened his mouth, looked around with narrowed eyes, and returned to Yi

Ting's face: "What do you want to do?"

I really don't understand, I said before that it was not voluntary, why did I suddenly give a gift?

The werewolf smacked his lips: "Isn't there a gift missing? I'm afraid you will make trouble because of this again, so make up one."

The look can be described as gnashed teeth.

Lanza smiled lightly, raised the sapphire on his chest with his fingers, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "But your taste is too bad, like a heavy shield, and I don't like blue either. Have you done your homework?"

"I don't like to pull it down, but I'll make it up anyway, just stop making trouble." Yi Ting seemed to roll his eyes, and pressed down his clever ears, "He has no conscience, it's a pity that I spent my wife's money..."

Lanza knew how stingy werewolves were, and he never expected to receive such a special gift at this time.

I should be angry, but the anger in my heart can't be burned for a long time. Instead, I have a wonderful feeling, which has nothing to do with any negative emotions.

"I...wouldn't have mentioned it."

He looked at his own face reflected in the gemstone, and listened to the werewolf's chatter, and felt that this tasteless thing was still passable.

This is not right. In the past, many people flattered him and gave him gifts. If there was something that didn't suit his wishes, he would feel annoyed, and retaliation would not be a problem.

He thought for a while, and attributed this feeling to the relief that the werewolves had made progress.

Lansa flicked the messy hair around her shoulders: "Your aesthetics have improved a bit, but they are far behind mine."

"Yes, yes, you have the best taste in the world." Yi Ting pushed Lansa into the castle house, his voice sounded a little impatient, "Anyway, you can make do with it, the money for the commercials hasn't come yet, and I don't know what to do." You can get these."

Lanza felt the slight pain from being pressed on his shoulders, frowned and didn't say anything.

I forgot since when I was less resistant to the approach of werewolves.

Lansa stepped into the coffin and turned her head gracefully: "Little wolf, I will reward you with the wolf fur ball I processed."

"Rewards, no one wants to sell this?" Yi Ting complained with a strange expression on his face, and tied the thing to his phone as a mobile phone chain.

Lansa lay down, looked up at the wolf fur ball that came in handy, turned her head and raised the corners of her mouth slightly triumphantly.

Ke Ke said again: "It's a gift."

The werewolf didn't bother to care about his arrogance, and suddenly thought of something: "Oh! You don't need to worry about that person, he should be fined, criticized and educated, and probably involved in illegal organizations."

"What organization?"

"Blood hunting group." The werewolf slapped his head, "By the way, you don't know yet? Blood hunting is illegal now. Because there are no blood clans hurting people anymore, people and ghosts are rushing to make money."

Lanza was silent for a moment, staring into the werewolf's eyes, considering the authenticity of his words.Is blood hunting really not allowed in today's world?Isn't it suppressing their blood race...

Also, for a vampire of his level, if he had enough strength, it would be normal for him not to drink blood for a long time.But can those ordinary vampires control themselves?

"What do they feed on?"

"I tried the blood-colored nutrient solution for you before, who knows that you are picky and don't drink it."

Lansa shook his head, feeling that he was going to be gradually brainwashed.

In today's society, everything is really peaceful, is he the only one thinking wrong?

"I'm going to sleep." The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, Lansa simply pulled the coffin lid to block all the light.

Hearing the footsteps of the werewolf leaving, Lansa touched the sapphire on the collar, and fell asleep with a little peace of mind.

who cares.