The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 1114 Warning, the sweetness exceeds the standard (58)

"She was a vampire in the first place?"

Hearing her question, Song Naichao frowned.

"Why do you ask these? Have you seen her?"

"Well, on the cruise ship to Italy, she came to my room for a while, and I discussed a few tricks with her."

Song Naichao leaned forward and looked at Jiang Tang carefully.

"Are you hurt?"

Before Jiang Tang could reply, the man spoke again with dark eyes.

"I will kill her."

"..."

Jiang Tang snorted, rubbed Song Naichao's head and smiled.

"You are no match for me, let alone her. I kicked her into mud with one kick."

The man still pursed his lips with a bad expression.

"After all, she can't be killed by ordinary weapons. If this kind of thing happens, you should tell me earlier."

Jiang Tang nodded casually, looking at the retreating bushes on both sides of the car.

"So, how did she become a vampire?"

"She's not a vampire, but a blood slave who was transformed after death."

"Who modified it?"

"The person who turned me into a vampire, there are many nondescript people like me in the world, but they can't bask in the sun like me, because they are just blood slaves, retaining the characteristics of corpses, and cannot touch the sun. I don't If they drink blood, they will starve to death, but if they don't drink blood, they will slowly rot until they become a pool of rotten meat."

Hearing these completely unfamiliar information, Jiang Tang's expression was unreasonably flat.

Song Naichao knew that she was calm and smart, but he always felt that compared to himself, she seemed to be more suitable for this demonic world.

"Jiang Tang."

He leaned slightly, leaning against Jiang Tang, sniffing the sweet smell at the tip of his nose, and narrowed his eyes intoxicated.

"who the hell are you?"

Jiang Tang glanced sideways at him, then turned his head indifferently.

"Jiang Tang."

"No, you are not."

Song Naichao suddenly raised his head, pressed against Jiang Tang's face, and kept shaking his head.

"Since I took you to the villa last time, you are not Jiang Tang. You don't even pretend to be, tell me naked, you are not her."

"uh-huh."

If it's not, it's not, even if it's exposed, he can still find a Taoist priest to accept her.

Seeing Jiang Tang's calm face, Song Naichao stretched out his hand weakly, and gently stroked her hair.

"I have lived for more than 800 years, but you give me the feeling that you have lived longer than me."

"No, I'm only in my 20s this year, and I'm in the prime of my youth, so don't compare me with an antique like yours."

After the words fell, the car went to the country road.

Jiang Tang promised Father Jiang to eat steamed buns tonight, so she rushed over as soon as the event was over.

Song Naichao followed her quietly, and Jiang's father watched the two come together, smiling more kindly.

It's impolite not to eat every time you come as a guest, not to mention that the person who treats you is your future father-in-law.

So this time, in front of the two of them, Song Naichao ate two meat buns with no expression on his face, almost swallowing the jujubes whole, swallowing them before he even tasted the taste.

Seeing this, Father Jiang piled up a few more steamed buns and placed them in front of him.

"Eat more, there is still in the pot."

Song Naichao reached out to take it, but was stopped by Jiang Tang, and his hand was slapped hard.

"Dad, he will vomit after eating too much accumulated food at night, let him eat less."

When Father Jiang heard this, he quickly stared at the face of his future son-in-law. His face seemed to be quite pale, like a piece of bloodless white paper, which frightened him.

"If you have accumulated food, you need to go out and walk around more, Tangtang, go out with Xiao Song after eating, if you still feel uncomfortable, I will give you a few needles."

(End of this chapter)