After a lot of effort to persuade the overly dedicated human doctor to stay on the bed, he followed He Jialun to the gate of the villa. After seeing the extremely exaggerated carriage with her own eyes, Wei Long finally understood the reason why the werewolf friend was surprised.
"Look, I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Sniffing his nose, the werewolf lifted his chin solemnly, and looked curiously at the vampire beside him: "It smells rich in layers—what are these here? Did your relatives bring special products?"
"Not to mention that most of the blood clan members who can be called my relatives and friends are currently sleeping. Even if it is really a blood clan travelling, they will never take such a flamboyant means of transportation."
Rubbing his temples with a headache, the vampire arranged his clothes politely, and stood at the door to welcome the other party.
"If there is no unexpected situation, there should be, and not limited to, an elf apostle, a spherical vampire, two yellow chicken rice, one duck blood vermicelli soup, and one Maoxuewang on the carriage... "
"Awesome, is there such a big battle for food delivery now?"
The werewolf nodded in awe, and when he saw the carriage landed, he left the vampire who was afraid of the sun in the house, and responded enthusiastically: "Thank you, come, give me the food - how much is it? Let's talk first, Even if you send it in such a vulgar and exaggerated way, I won't pay extra delivery fees... "
"Sure enough, it's a domesticated husky. It only knows how to eat, and its vision is much worse than that of a corgi. This is the means of transportation for our elf royal family. What do you know?"
Glancing unhappily at the mixed-race werewolf in front of him, An Muxi jumped down with a blood-sucking ball in one hand, and stuffed him with a take-out box full of hands: "My yellow braised chicken needs to be heated with the fire of the earth, and the other This is what your Doctor Shang asked for. And those two servings of Maoxuewang and Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup were also bought according to his doctor’s orders, ask him what to do with it—by the way, what about the potato chips?”
"he-"
The dedicated werewolf butler subconsciously took over the pile of takeaway boxes. Before he could speak, Wei Long on the side had already brought An Muxi into the hall with a smile, and pushed him to the kitchen: "He is in the bedroom upstairs. Because he is a little tired, I suggested that he rest in bed, so I didn't talk to him." He came together to meet His Excellency the Apostle, please forgive him.”
"Upstairs—a bedroom?"
The experienced Spirit of Light repeated these four words, and his expression suddenly became quite indescribable. He nodded meaningfully towards the vampire, showing a mysterious smile that you understand me and everyone understands.
"The progress of the two of you is really fast enough - okay, you don't need to say more, Potato Chips is thin-skinned, and if he knows too much, he will be killed. Tell him to lie down, and thank you for solving it One of my perplexities for years…”
"What confusion?"
Although he has inherited enough blood clan secrets, it is only limited to the level where Kong has a wealth of theoretical knowledge. The antique vampire who has been single for a thousand years still lacks practical experience, so he couldn't catch the elf's stalk for a while, blinked his eyes blankly, and subconsciously asked a question.
"You also know—no matter what, I'm also a medical student, so I still know the basic physiological knowledge. According to my research on various races, I really don't want to know whether you vampires can complete some necessary physiological activities..."
Putting on a full professional posture, An Muxi said something seriously. After patting the vampire's shoulder, he couldn't help but gasped, and pulled his hand back like an electric shock: "Hiss—it's so hot!"
"I'm very sorry, the apostle's words just now caused my emotions to fluctuate a little. I didn't control my strength well, and I accidentally burned you."
Wei Long provoked an elegant and formulaic smile, as if the air around him also jumped for a moment, and the elf apostle, who had almost zero melee skills, immediately fell silent. Subconsciously took a half step back, and finally remembered that although the vampire in front of him was obedient to the human doctor, he was still one of the dangerous targets marked as S-level by the special agency, so he couldn't help but feel a little vigilant.
As if awakened by the breath of pure blood at that moment, the blood-sucking ball, which had been silent until now, suddenly struggled twice, and patted the sofa vigorously: "That one whose name looks like spicy noodles, I will take a bite of Kuailang—no See I'm about to wash up!"
"what did he say?"
The Pure Blood King gracefully turned and sat down on the sofa, his hands resting on the armrests. Glancing at the spherical vampire on the sofa, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, and asked a disgusted question.
"Have you turned on pure blood mode?"
Once seeing Wei Long in a pure-blooded state killing all directions, An Muxi looked at him carefully for a long while, and then understood why the other party's temperament suddenly changed. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and dutifully acted as an interpreter: "He said, 'that name looks like spicy sticks, let me take a bite, don't you see that I'm about to die'—that's what he said, but with me it does not matter… "
"See—you can die slowly, I'm not in a hurry."
The scarlet blood in his eyes faded in an instant, and Wei Long responded with a smile, and the aura on his body gradually faded: "Thank you, Your Excellency the Apostle, for sending him here. You have avoided a direct conflict between the blood clan and the special agency. From my own point of view, or as a pure-blood identity that I am not really willing to take on, I would like to express my high respect and gratitude to you for your selfless and considerate behavior."
"Liar, I obviously feel that you are very happy to scare people with pure blood..."
Shaking his head resentfully, he took the takeaway that he had heated up from the werewolf. The frightened elf still couldn't help muttering something in a low voice, and then couldn't help worrying about his friend's married life, so he plucked up the courage to sit up straight and stared back.
"I can tell you, when the two of you fight in the future, you are not allowed to be so fierce with potato chips. In the final revision of the six hundred and fifty-third edition of the "Convention on the Peaceful Coexistence of Humans and Vampires", the second edition will not be revised even if you kill them." It is stipulated that under any circumstances, vampires who intimidate, coerce, coerce, etc., do not cause harm to humans will also be punished by a blood ban for three days—although it seems that it is of no use to you... "
"Before I knew it, the special agency had already held 653 meaningless meetings."
The vampire shook his head and chuckled, poured himself a cup of tea, and thoughtfully poured a cup for the elf apostle in front of him, and pushed him in front of him with one hand: "Please rest assured, no matter what form or situation I am in, I will never There will be even the slightest threat and disadvantage to him."
"Wrong, in fact, we held 654 meetings. Because we strictly distinguish between killing and not changing the version, there is also the difference between the first version and the second version..."
He raised his hand to take the teacup, and the elf who had been poisoned by Party A sighed bitterly, and nodded to him to express his gratitude: "By the way, this is just the "Convention on the Peaceful Coexistence of Humans and Vampires." How many times has the Armistice between Werewolves and Vampires been reprinted?"
"Unfortunately, I happen to have no interest in this subject."
Ruthlessly interrupting the other party's grievances, Wei Long blinked at him apologetically, took a sip of tea, and looked aside at the blood-sucking ball who started mumbling again: "What did he say again?"
"He said—he said take him away, he smelled something ominous..."
An Muxi leaned over and listened carefully, then sat up again in a daze, and looked around curiously: "Is there any ominous smell here, is your hair bloody?"
Before he could finish his words, there was an ear-splitting dragon chant from behind him. With a loud noise, a marble floor tile in the living room was smashed by the golden dragon's tail: "It's him—this herbal tea seller chased me all the way and beat me like this!"
"Nonsense or nonsense, I am a noble gangster boss!"
Hearing Jin Long's words, the blood-sucking ball, who was thinking about running fast, suddenly jumped up angrily, bounced on the sofa, and said angrily inarticulately: "If you don't call me Wang Laoji, I won't miss it." How long have you been hot!"
"Okay, okay, stop talking."
The elf had already heard him bluffing all the way, but now he felt more and more headaches, and pushed the blood-sucking ball back into the sofa.
"His Royal Highness Shenlong, since the dragon race and the blood race belong to very powerful races, and there is no obvious conflict, so in principle, the special agency has no system to restrain the two races from fighting—I can pretend that I didn't see anything, but please Your movements are a little quieter, my friend is upstairs and may need to rest more... "
"I can't move yet, you go and roast him for me!"
The golden dragon was so angry that he blew on his beard, his round eyes turned into copper bells, but his voice was lowered a lot, and he patted his tail arrogantly towards the fire dragon who was in a dilemma.
Compared with the angry partner, the fire dragon is obviously much more rational. Glancing at the vampire master next to him, he received a signal not to be impulsive in the other's gaze, so he turned around in embarrassment, and swiped his two little paws in front of him twice.
"Honey, you see he's been hurt so badly—if he's willing to go through the civil dispute procedure and compensate you, we'll let him go this time, and it's time not to retaliate, okay?"
"I'm so pissed off... Don't go back to sleep in the nest tonight, and don't even think about following me to this year's Peach Festival—there's no ginseng fruit, not a single one!"
Although he also saw the hint of the vampire master not to be impatient, but after all, he was beaten all over for no reason. The anger in Jinlong's belly had nowhere to vent, he snorted coldly and turned his neck away, letting Huolong wave his two little paws to try to persuade him, but he refused to say anything.
When the elf at the side heard the ginseng fruit, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his expression suddenly showed a strong eagerness. He walked over quickly, put his hands on his shoulders and one knee on the ground, and actually saluted him respectfully in front of everyone.
"His Royal Highness Shenlong, if I entrust this blood-sucking sphere to your disposal, can you give me a—no, half a ginseng fruit? I heard that ginseng fruit can cleanse the tendons and cut the marrow and regenerate the bones. Only with this level of treatment is it possible to cure…”