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

In the past two days, before Lansa went to bed, a little wolf always came to sleep with him.

Lansa didn't know what Yi Ting was thinking, and deliberately turned into a little wolf.

But he decided it was a sign that he regarded him as the master, and he was happy to sleep with the little wolf on his pillow.

But gradually entering midsummer, I always wake up from the heat when I wake up.

The little wolf's fur was too warm, and his breath was too warm and heavy. Lansa, a blood clan who used to wear a long black trench coat in summer, would be woken up.

Like now.

His neck was wet, and there was snoring in his ears.

Lanza was very annoyed, and picked up the little wolf who was still biting him in his sleep: "Are your habits also infected by me?"

"Wow——" Yi Ting yawned a lot, or rather howled like a wolf, and jumped out of Lansa's hand, yelling, and landed as an adult, "Why did you wake up so early today, what's wrong?"

"Of course it's because you have no manners..."

Lansa was about to complain, but in front of him was a werewolf in scanty clothes.

He slapped the side of the coffin hard, turned his head and turned his face: "Put on clothes!"

Today, his impression of the hatefulness of werewolves deepened once again.How did this kind of unmannered creature stand side by side with their blood race for thousands of years?

There is no way to compare with the elegant and noble blood race!

"It's too hot, I don't want to wear it." Yi Ting sat on the ground, quickly fanned his face with his paws, and glanced at Lansa again, "Just don't look at me."

"Stubborn."

Lansa left this comment, and really went to the balcony to let the wind go.

In his eyes, this balcony is not a balcony at all, it is bare, there is nothing but a clothes drying pole and a few clothes that have just been hung up, as if it exists for drying clothes.

His balcony in the past can be regarded as a sky garden, which is very suitable for admiring the flowers and the moon, or taking advantage of the dark night and high wind to taste a delicious meal of blood.

He also raised his head naturally, but saw...

Werewolf white panties.

Lan Sa suddenly felt that his eyes were stained, but after taking another look, he wanted to laugh again.

There is a big hole in the upper part of this wet underwear, as if something can be put in it.

Even though Lansa pursed his lips for a while, he couldn't help laughing softly.

Are werewolves' underpants made with holes like this to let their tails out?

Lanza found this design inexplicably cute, and unknowingly stared at the whiteness, imagining the way a werewolf would wear underwear.

Do you put the tail through it first and then put it on?Or put it on and pull out the tail?

But he won't ask about such things, nor will he ask for evidence.Lanza was only curious for a moment, but quickly dismissed it.

But things happen when you don't want them.

As soon as he turned around, he saw the naked werewolf changing clothes generously in the living room. He was using the tip of his tail to hook up the hole in a pair of gray underwear, and then quickly stretched his legs in, and at the same time pushed his tail out.

Lansa was stunned for a while, and then got annoyed again: "Go back to your own room and change."

How indecent!

Lanza had already made the living room their common domain, and was often troubled by the werewolf who didn't know the etiquette.

"It's over, don't talk about it." Yi Ting's movements were really fast, and he looked like a wolf again after two strokes. He tilted his head to look at Lansa, "I'll go out to get something later, someone gave you a copy Great gift."

Lansa was not interested in presents, but it was strange that he wasted so much effort just for one, and asked, "Who is what?"

"I didn't know until I went there. Anyway, it was specially ordered by the director."

It won't be the werewolf named Dan last time. In the past few days when Lansa's health has recovered, Dan has never appeared again.

Presumably everyone thought that these two were true, and if they were far behind, wouldn't they be hacked by the entire Internet.

The gate opened and closed, and the werewolf went and did not return.

Lanza has many unpleasant feelings, and the unknown is one of them.

If someone came to provoke him like last time, he would be completely disappointed in the control of this strange bureau, and he might even sneak out if he wanted to.

But his intuition told him no, it should still be a very special person or something very special.

Guessing and waiting is not a good taste. Lansa searched Yi Ting's house in his spare time, and found that since it was destroyed that day, it is now in good order, and everything is packed in bottles and cans.

Well, the coyotes have improved.

There seemed to be some noise outside, and Lansa was startled, and gracefully jumped to the door in two or three steps.

The man seemed to be dawdling, and before he came over, Lansa, who was a little anxious, directly pushed the door open.

"Why did you come out? Come, come and get something!"

It was Yi Ting's familiar roar.

Yi Ting stood in the middle of the small courtyard, put a rectangular package on the ground, and was unloading a large item from the car.

Lansa glanced casually, but his eyes froze.

It was a painting framed by a frame, the sky was blood red, and there was a chaotic rain of roses, but the ground was covered with moonlight, and some traces were left by the old watercolor, which added to the realism of the painting and created a sense of space. The illusion of inversion.

This painting is called "Buried Moonlight".

The reason why Lanza knew it was because he was the person who named and painted the painting.

In his unbelievable past, he picked up the frame and murmured, "Is it the original?"

This painting, which he was very satisfied with, had been stolen more than 1000 years ago!

Lansa was a little anxious: "Who sent it?"

Yi Ting packed up his things, stood in front of Lansa and took a look: "Donate anonymously, I don't know, do you like this kind of painting?"

The book introducing the blood clan did not mention his painting, nor did it announce it to the world, nor did it even share it with other blood clan princes.How would anyone know he painted it?Also sent over.

It must be related to the painting thief back then!

Lanza was very confused, trying to calm himself down, and replied calmly: "I like it, I drew it."

"Oh, if you like it..." Yi Ting was about to agree, but suddenly took a step back, his ears trembling, "Did you draw it?!"

Lansa's eyes were red, and she glared at Yi Ting: "Don't make a fuss, no one in this world can draw so perfectly except me."

Yi Ting perfunctorily said "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,'d that from your friend, right?"

Lanza carried the painting and went into the house: "I have no friends."

"That's right, you are so troublesome, who wants to be friends with you." Yi Ting complained straightforwardly, and also moved things in, "These are easels, workbenches, and a mess of paint brushes."

"..." Lansa paused when he heard this, and carefully spread the painting on the living room table.

Knowing his hobbies, he also gave matching gifts.

It must be someone who is very familiar with him. I didn't expect that there would be someone I knew after a thousand years, so Lansa was inexplicably excited, but thinking of not knowing whether it was good or evil, he suppressed his thoughts.

Having made a judgment, Lanza stopped thinking about it and checked the pile of painting tools.

There are all kinds of paintbrushes, which can be used for various purposes. The barrels of the brushes are transparent, and some of them are extravagantly inlaid with diamonds.The paint can be described as a complete collection of colors, and the easel is also in line with the height of his pen when he is sitting.

Lanza suddenly had a great desire to create. He hadn't painted for a long time, especially after coming here.

He told Yi Ting: "Bring the paper."

Yi Ting grabbed a stack of paintings for him

Paper: "It's time to paint? All right, don't mess the paint everywhere, I just finished cleaning the house."

drawing paper!

Lansa took a deep breath and patted Yi Ting's wrist: "Touch lightly, don't break it."

"You should be careful at this time. You broke so many things before." Yi Ting muttered, and went to the bathroom barefoot, "Going to take a shower, I have something to call."

He won't shout for something, Lansa doesn't want to see a wet dog.

He hummed an unknown piece of music—maybe it was just a small tune he sang impromptuly. He chose his favorite paint to make a palette, and sat on the chair to write down the pen.

An elegant and simple old castle was gradually outlined on the drawing paper, which was much more like the painting on the stickers in this room.

"Here... I can't remember clearly." Lansa flicked the pen holder angrily, and the wet paint flew everywhere, on his body and on the ground.

Lanza was painting his former residence, because there was nothing else he wanted to paint, and he just wanted to show on paper what could not be restored.

Sure enough, there were many problems while painting. He couldn't remember some details of the old castle. How could such a bloody man have time to look at the exterior of his house?

He destroyed one drawing paper after another, and finally looked at the clean floor.

There is more space here, so here it is.

He listened carefully to the movement in the bathroom, and he had to start before the little wolf came out.

For the first time, Lansa squatted and knelt on the ground, moving step by step in a very ugly way.He changed five or six paintbrushes in his hand to draw his castle from the bottom.

The clothes were also stained with four or five kinds of dark paints in a very unremarkable manner. For the sake of art, he really sacrificed a lot.

After the outline was roughly drawn and the floor of the living room was damaged, the sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped.

Lanza breathed a sigh of relief and continued to paint confidently.Now the werewolf has nothing to do with him, don't worry.

But he still listened carefully, the bathroom door opened, about ten seconds later, a deafening roar came from beside him: "What are you doing, are you doing graffiti on the ground?"

"I'm communicating with art." Lanza didn't even pause for a pen, and put his index finger on his lips, "Shh, I'm painting."

"The drawing paper is not enough for you to draw on, so you have to be on the ground?" Yi Ting wanted to jump over, but there was nowhere to put his foot down, and he hummed slightly annoyed, "Now that you have drawn, what should you do to clean the room? Why not?" Say it to me!"

Maybe it's because of his composure when he was obsessed with creation, or Lanza didn't care about the werewolf's scolding at all, so he hummed a little tune again: "Don't make noise, it will be soon."

Yi Ting had no choice but to squat down and look at it wrapped in a bath towel: "What is this painting, why is it an ancient castle?"

"My house." Lansa moved up step by step, gradually reaching the sky, and stretched out his hand without looking back, "Give me the longest one."

A pen quickly hit his palm.

Lansa squinted his eyes and looked back, but he didn't hand it over by himself?

Yi Ting didn't know why.

Lanza renders the sky in his pen into a hazy atmosphere, blurring the dark night.

When I was going to the other side with satisfaction, it may be that the barrel of this exquisite texture is too brittle and snapped.

"Scrap." Lan Sa bit her lip, and hastily threw the pen that was broken in two onto Yi Ting, "Buy me one for this kind of brush."

Yi Ting took a look: "This set is custom-made, where can I fix it for you?"

Lanza said coldly, "Right now."

Yi Ting got up and rubbed his head, the corners of his eyes were downcast: "Okay, master."

It sounds helpless, but also like spoiling.

Lansa was satisfied, but didn't show it on his face, with an angry face.

It seems that the little wolf won't disobey him anymore, which is good.