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

Lanza was awakened by something hot.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Yi Ting's magnified face, which moved from far to near, and sprayed hot breath on his face.

"You're doing..." Lansa turned her head vigilantly, stretched out her hand to block the approaching werewolf, and her mind was spinning wildly.

Could it be that this werewolf was fascinated by him, and dared to overpower the king?

But seeing Yi Ting propped himself up again, his face was already a little red, and he gasped for breath: "I'm doing push-ups, and I'm calling you to get up by the way."

Lansa didn't know whether to believe it or not. Although he always felt that werewolves were coveting him, this matter...it really seemed like a werewolf could do it.

Yi Ting supported the coffin and stood up, kicked Lansa vigorously, bowed his head and howled: "Quick! Get up and do some exercise!"

Too many times, Lansa was very dissatisfied with the werewolf's behavior of ordering him, pinched his fingernails tightly, folded his long legs and easily stood up.

"Why should I exercise?"

Yi Ting slapped him on the shoulder, pointed to his nose, and taught, "Exercising more will help you regain your stamina. Your small body can't resist anything now. You know how to sleep every day. How long will you have to stay at my house?"

Lansa really wanted to regain his strength and escape the werewolf's control, but he was too lazy to do all the troublesome things, so he calmly and forcefully said: "I refuse."

Yi Ting was tougher than him. The strong werewolf grabbed the blood clan's arm and dragged it to the living room, pointing to the training form graffitied on the wall: "Practice, three hours a day, you are not allowed to drink blood if you don't practice!"

The words on the training form were completely illegible, and there were only some pictures, such as the stickman running, the stickman pushing the iron, and the stickman standing on his head.

"If you don't drink, you won't..." Lansa was so worried about the tooth loss last time that he still doesn't open his mouth to speak.

Yi Ting slapped him and pushed him onto the treadmill, very harshly: "You can't drink it! Run for me!"

It can be said to be an act of overlord.

Lanza was surprised to find that the device was like a conveyor belt, pushing his body backwards, so he had to stand forward briskly, wandering in doubt: "This is it?"

"Treadmill, you can get exercise without going out, and cure your laziness that you have to walk everywhere." Yi Ting was very satisfied, and pressed the acceleration button, "Hurry up, move."

The speed of the equipment suddenly accelerated to the extreme, Lansa's body almost staggered, but he kept up with it very gracefully.

Lansa frowned and walked quickly: "Please say something before you do anything."

Yi Ting never paid any attention to Lansa's complaints, so he collapsed on the sofa, leaned against the pillows, and went to check the information again.

Seeing that the werewolf wasn't staring at him, Lanza used his weak remaining power to lazily float his body slightly.

When the pair of wolf ears pricked up vigilantly, Lansa strode away obediently.

Although he doesn't like sports, it doesn't mean he doesn't move fast when he wants to.

The werewolf was racking his brains to search for something, and the vampire was here comfortably and leisurely, pressing the row of incomprehensible buttons on the top from time to time.

The poor treadmill seems to have a convulsion, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the inclination angle is also being tossed endlessly.

The red button of the emergency stop was very attractive to Lanza, and he was afraid that the werewolves would find out if he stopped.

Finally, under Lansa's tossing, the treadmill seemed to be paralyzed from exhaustion, and it stopped moving with a whimper, and it couldn't start no matter what key he pressed.

Lanza pretends

It had nothing to do with him, he squinted at the werewolf slumped into a ball on the sofa, and coughed: "Come here, don't move."

"Let me see." Yi Ting put away his phone and walked over in his slippers, poking up and down, trying his best, "It was fine before, why did it suddenly break?"

"I don't know." Lansa stood aside reservedly, his eyes peeking at the movement there from time to time, and he didn't appear to be out of breath.

Yi Ting turned back suspiciously: "Did you really exercise? Did you do it?"

Lansa evaded the importance and said lightly: "It's moved."

"Let's stand on your head against the wall, will it be more standard?" Yi Ting pushed Lansa over dubiously, and called the customer service to find out what's wrong with this thing.

Lanza ignored it.Oh, how can a noble blood prince do such an unsightly handstand?He could only evade and said, "Take a break."

Yi Ting and the customer service stayed up for a long time, and finally went to check the machine's operation records to find out that this poor treadmill has been given more than [-] commands in a short period of time, especially the emergency stop, even the machine would yell to stop.

"Is it because your kids like to play around? This...can't be blamed on the quality of the product, please leave an address and wait for our repairman."

Beep beep——Yi Ting hung up the phone angrily, glared fiercely at the leisurely Lansa, and the werewolf's feet trembled as he walked step by step, "Why are you spoiling it when you have nothing to do?"

Lansa had no sense of causing trouble, crossed his legs, and squeezed his fingers: "It's very comfortable to press."

"I'm not serious about sports, so I'm just busy tossing it?" Yi Ting moved his face in front of Lansa aggressively, his wolf's mouth wide open as if menacing, showing his gleaming fangs, "Can you do it? "

Lansa couldn't stand being so fierce, so he lost his temper and raised his head to fight back: "I don't want to do such vulgar things, little wolf, you can't order me."

"Okay! Okay!" Yi Ting obviously forbeared to the extreme. He picked up the small objects on the table and threw them on the ground.

The roar was surprisingly loud, and Lansa couldn't help but leaned back, his eyebrows knit into a ball: "How dare you get angry at me?"

"Yes! Who is as picky as you and has many problems?" Yi Ting shook his head violently, and his hair fell to the ground, "I don't care, I don't want to quit my job!"

Lansa pursed her lips, covered her heart with her hands, and pretended to be in pain: "You abused me."

Yi Ting almost threw the remote control in his hand, turned his head to see Lansa's strange behavior, and asked angrily, "What's wrong with you!"

"Complain to you..." Lansa quickly rushed to get the mobile phone in Yi Ting's pocket, and fumbled, "I want to report to your superior, as a caregiver, you abused me and made my physical condition extremely bad .”

Yi Ting howled and howled in grief and anger, his knuckles creaking: "Don't frame me! Why didn't I treat you like your ancestors?"

Lanza grabbed the skirt of his chest in a dignified manner, his pale face was almost translucent, and his eyelids drooped: "It made me overtired and attacked me with vicious words. My heart hurts very much."

After all, the werewolf put down the remote control that was used to vent his anger, picked up the things on the ground, tilted his head and asked anxiously: "Why does it hurt? I won't let you move, come on."

"Your yelling is too loud, it's very rude." Lansa slumped on the sofa, seeing that the werewolf had stabilized, and rested comfortably.

"Old..." The werewolf said again

Wanting to yell, she gritted her teeth and held back, lowering her voice, "Can't you be more honest? Don't make me angry in the future. You should eat, drink, sleep, and let me send you away quickly, okay?" ?”

This sounds a bit strange, Lansa has never felt that he has been dishonest, it is really that the werewolf did not take care of him enough.Does the majestic blood prince still have to make compromises with his natural enemies?

But as soon as the werewolf calmed down, he didn't bother to continue arguing.

Lansa didn't hang around in front of him like a werewolf, adjusted to a comfortable position and lay down, but touched Yi Ting's clothes.

Messy and messy, it looks like the kind that has not been washed after being replaced.

Lansa couldn't bear it, and threw the clothes in Yi Ting's face: "Don't throw your dirty clothes around, it's rude."

"This is my home!" Yi Ting caught it, and reluctantly put away a few piles of clothes, "Damn it, why do you even manage the living room?"

Lansa folded her arms: "I don't want to stay in a messy lair, if you don't want me to complain, clean it up as soon as possible."

He seemed to have found a good way to threaten werewolves, and used it again and again.

Yi Ting, a rough guy, was forced to keep his house in order. After living for so many years, he didn't like to be so tidy, but he was just fooling vampires, so it won't last long.

The nature of this werewolf is a carefree rough guy, and he thinks he has achieved the ultimate in the requirements of the elegant vampire.

Lansa didn't go back to his old castle hut for a while, lying gracefully on his side on the sofa, reaching out for a book to read.

He comfortably flipped the pages of the book with his fingers, read sentences from time to time, and listened to the voice of the werewolf working hard, he felt very comfortable, and the depression just now was swept away.

The delicious food was on the table, but to Lansa, the smell was not even pleasant, so he turned around in disgust.

Yi Ting turned on the TV to eat, and Hachihachi ate with big mouthfuls.

Lansa heard the rude and unpleasant sound of eating, and looked over impatiently, but saw that the werewolf actually grabbed the rice and meat with his hands, stuffed them into his mouth, and his face was covered with oil.

Eyes are stained.

"You are so indecent." Lansa frowned and sat up, pointing at the werewolf, "Very vulgar. Use your tableware and eat slowly. Don't let me see this."

Yi Ting belched, and looked at Lansa with the eyes of a fool: "Why do you even care about my food? You didn't feed you like this. Our family is like this, so enjoy eating."

Lansa closed his eyes again and covered his heart: "Seeing this kind of scene will make my blood flow, and blood clans generally don't bleed, so..."

"So what's the matter? Don't say anything halfway." The werewolf shook his ears in doubt, and gnawed another big mouthful of meat.

Lansa also said nonsense: "You will become confused, you will lose your strength, and you will die sooner or later."

"Then don't look at it." Yi Ting got angry again after eating, and went to the kitchen with the plate in his hand, "Stay honestly in your room from now on!"

In fact, Lanza has gotten used to this simple "nest", so he got off the sofa and returned to his room dignifiedly.There is no other reason, the room is dark, with the familiar texture of the castle and the moon, making it more comfortable and at ease.

Yi Ting's voice came through the door, with strong penetrating power: "Pride, when did you meet a werewolf again?"

Lanza tilted her head in confusion.What nonsense are you talking about?The werewolf was upset enough to see one, how could he know others.