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

Dangdangdang—the sound of the wooden door, as if someone was knocking on the door.

Could it be Yi Ting?The impolite little wolf would always come in without knocking.

Lanza's consciousness is very chaotic, there seems to be a hazy barrier in his mind, preventing him from perceiving things around him.My whole body was as heavy as lead, and I wanted to say something in response, but I couldn't.

What's going on here?It feels terrible, every inch of the body is clamoring for destruction, and the heat bursts out of the body.

The thoughts in the brain gradually formed a net, pointing to only one idea.This state of weakness must not be seen!

Lansa used to be attacked when he was weak, and was blocked for thousands of years. He missed many good or interesting things in the world, and he didn't want to have this kind of experience again.

He tried very hard to stretch his fingers, but they only trembled slightly.

His consciousness was more anxious than his body, unable to move as if he had been crushed by a ghost.

Someone pushed the door open, and the voice seemed to come from a very far away place: "I want you to drop by during today's live broadcast..."

What Yi Ting said again, Lansa couldn't hear clearly, but he suddenly believed in his heart that this was his caregiver, and he didn't struggle so firmly, and still lay lazily.

The coffin lid was violently lifted again, and the man's voice became clearer: "Why is there no movement at all? It's been knocking on the door for a long time, it doesn't matter if you let me knock or not."

With a ray of light, Lansa's eyes slowly opened a crack, and the werewolf's face was blurred in his vision.

"What's the matter, are you drowsy?" The wolf's paw waved in front of his face, and its owner didn't seem to notice Lansa's abnormal state.

Lansa barely moved his lips, his voice could be described as thin as a mosquito: "Blood..."

The werewolf's face got closer, he turned his head sideways, and put his dexterous ear on Lansa's mouth: "What is it? I didn't hear clearly, please say it again."

Lansa resented that the werewolf always didn't understand what he meant, but he didn't have the strength to preach at the moment, so he just closed his eyes again and shook his head uncomfortably.

"Can't talk?" The werewolf finally felt that something was wrong, and put his hand on Lansa's forehead and touched it.

Lanza felt something suddenly slapped his forehead, but it was very light.

The werewolf's hand was usually very warm, and it didn't feel cold when it was attached to his forehead, but compared with his own temperature, it was still a little worse.

"My mother!" The werewolf yelled loudly, jumped up and knelt down in front of the coffin again, "You still have a cold and fever, how long has it been?"

Lanza couldn't answer, but his fangs slowly stretched out, but he couldn't pounce on the man's neck, let alone suck it hard.

In a blur, he felt the warm head of the werewolf, approached him, and pressed his fangs on the firm neck.

But it only pierced the flesh, and was not soothed by the sweet blood.

"Blood……"

Lanza's eye circles became more black, his face was flushed, he was still muttering for something that could save him from fire and water, his appearance was by no means a common cold and fever.

He could feel Yi Ting's restlessness, because the werewolf was crazily scratching his hair, and a brush of wolf hair threw it straight on his face.

"Why isn't the mouth working well?" The werewolf was very annoyed, put him flat, and ran out of the room to do something.

Lansa was so depressed that he stretched out his hand desperately to grab his caregiver back, but only found an afterimage.

No, how can I leave?I really want to...

Yi Ting came back with a small medicine box and violently closed it

The box was disassembled, as if distributed by the organization, but it has never been opened.

"Don't worry..." Yi Ting knelt beside Lansa, frantically flicking his tail, looking for medicine in the medicine box.

Lanza was not in a hurry, the surging pain drowned all his thoughts.

This feeling... I used to have it too.

It is impossible for a blood prince to live a smooth life in his infinite life.

Every few hundred or thousand years, one would fall into such an intolerable situation.

And he has been sleeping for thousands of years, but he has not escaped this small disaster.

Yi Ting grabbed a red pill, helped Lansa up, and pressed his chin to feed him.

He couldn't see clearly, couldn't hear clearly, his hands and feet were weak and he felt flustered, but Lansa's sense of smell became extremely sensitive. When he smelled the unpleasant smell of medicine, he turned his head in a very uncooperative way.

"Don't eat..."

Finally, there are two words that can be uttered besides blood.

"It's fine if you don't take it!" Yi Ting obediently listened to Lansa's words this time, and didn't force-feed him, but just held him in his arms.

Lanza was pleased with the werewolf mat, which was soft in places, although he was much hotter than the werewolf.

Lansa sank her head: "That's it..."

The breath was extremely weak, and I don't know if the werewolf heard it clearly.

Something furry brushed across his face.

It seems that the wolf-haired dumpling has become Yi Ting's phone button at this moment.

Yi Ting maintained this posture while talking on the phone: "What's going on? What's going on? What's wrong with him, check it out!"

"Hold on……"

The voice on the phone was not as loud as the person next to him, and was almost covered. Lanza could only hear a few words intermittently.

"Wait a fart! What if he dies!"

Lanza felt a beating heart in the chest behind him, knocking on his door like a visitor.

"Don't rush...it's too rare..."

"It's not the vampire you raised! I raised it, I'm in a hurry!"

Lanza listened, a smile welled up in his heart, and a low sneer came out of his thirsty throat.

He said the same as the master, he didn't admit to being raised.

But the werewolf was in such a hurry that he himself felt happy for no reason.

"The period of manic depression and fragility...the normal phenomenon of a blood prince...he would be violent...this time he is too weak."

Lanza heard a few short sentences, which were not bad at all.If it wasn't for the fact that his strength hadn't recovered, he would have gone looking for something to destroy.

But this time he was so weak that he couldn't even rely on his fangs to suck food.

He lived for three... 4000 years, when did he fall to this point?Even a thousand years ago, there was a resistance.

"Damn, you have a way to tell me quickly!"

Lansa slowly opened his eyes, wanting to taunt the little wolf who was yelling.

But the werewolf opened its bloody mouth and bit straight at him. The sharp fangs had the power to make people frightened.

Lanza is not afraid, but angry.

This little wolf... He thought that Yi Ting was really worried about him, but he didn't expect to sneak in!

But the severe pain he imagined did not strike, only the mouth was forcibly opened, and some liquid dripped in.

Lanza moved his tongue to taste, it was the familiar and enthusiastic werewolf blood.

The vitality in the body seemed to be recovering, but the desire for tyranny also flourished.

……what happened.

The field of vision gradually became clear, and what came into view was a slightly bloody wrist.

It turned out that the bite did not bite him, but the werewolf's generous hand

on the wrist.

"Drink, you still don't want to drink after feeding it?"

The handsome werewolf's voice sounded very comfortable at this moment, although the tone still sounded like an order, it was not as fierce as usual.

Before, Lanza always felt that the werewolf's blood was a kind of control over him, and he was reluctant to drink it every time.

But now Lansa didn't care about it, and drank blood desperately as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and even raised his head and stuck out his tongue to lick someone's wrist.

There are two words in my mind: really fragrant.

Yi Ting withdrew his hand unhappily: "What are you licking? Like a dog."

Even being called like a dog by a big dog, Lansa's face became redder again, annoyed.

He was panting violently all the time, and his restlessness was still uncontrollable, but at least he was not weak and uncomfortable.

Lansa's voice was a little hoarse: "It's alright, you don't have to look at me as weak."

The werewolf's paw slapped on his forehead, wrinkling his nose: "What are you talking about with me? You were like a weak kitten just now, and you can't even open your teeth."

Lansa felt a pain in his forehead, and he was as angry as a child who had been educated: "Why do you always use your hands and feet?"

Yi Ting shook his hands: "Do you understand the temperature measurement? It's still hot. You usually pull it out to cool it down."

Only then did Lansa realize that he was still using Yi Ting as a werewolf mat.

The blood prince, who was a little lacking in reason, was different from usual. He adjusted a comfortable posture and leaned against the person, and didn't say anything disgusting.

I am becoming more and more conscious of my master.

"What are you doing, acting like a baby?" Yi Ting tilted his head in confusion, and licked the wound on his wrist that he had bitten, because it was not as fierce as the cut, and it was about to solidify.

"Don't use that kind of vocabulary to humiliate me." Lansa was lazy, still not having much strength on his body, he could only lean on the person, saw the werewolf licking his wound, and sat up straight again with all his strength, "What are you... doing? "

Yi Ting took it for granted: "Heal, it hurts me to death!"

Lansa closed her eyes and tilted her head: "I just touched it."

Yi Ting stared at him, buried his head and licked again: "What's wrong, I don't dislike your drool."

"Shameless." Lansa didn't have the strength to argue with others.

It's just that he really couldn't agree with the werewolf's indifferent appearance.

How can you lick his saliva?

So vulgar, so disrespectful.

Isn't this...

He didn't think about it anymore, as if it didn't happen.

Lansa said lazily, "What do you want to say when you enter the door?"

Yi Ting slapped his head: "Forget about what you messed up! Recently, there is a very popular competitive game. I bought it to train your body and brain, and you can also join in the live broadcast. Look at you now, half-dead, pull it down!" .”

Lansa still didn't want the werewolf to underestimate him, so he struggled to get up: "I can."

Yi Ting threw him back at once: "What can I do, I just know how to drink blood."

Lanza fell into the warm body again, like a poor and helpless cat owner.

"You want to rebel!"

With a face of "Yes, so what?", Yi Ting lifted Lansa onto the soft bed.

Yi Ting: "I sleep in that broken coffin every day and I don't know how panicky I am. Lie down and rest. I've been busy with you for a long time. I'm starving to death."

Lanza could only be manipulated, but before the werewolf turned and walked away, he grabbed his shaggy tail furtively.

He clearly saw the werewolf shaking his body, and ran out angrily.

Maybe the mental state is too fragile, Lansa fell asleep with a smile.

It was his first dream after waking up.