The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 558 On Taotie’s Self-Cultivation (39)

As soon as the words fell, the petite girl in front of her transformed quickly, with a deer head and a dragon body, and Song Chaoye in front of her was extremely small against her huge and fierce body.

"It's agreed, the dragon head will be yours, and the dragon bed will be mine."

That Taotie spit out words, condescendingly looking down at everything, then her belly rolled, and the next second she opened her mouth, revealing a mouthful of serrated fangs glowing coldly.

"vomit--"

A huge faucet, stained with unknown mucus, hit the floor with a bang, rolled twice, the ground trembled, and finally leaned against the wall quietly, making people unable to take their eyes off it.

This dragon head is only a circle smaller than Jiang Tang's current size. How did Jiang Tang swallow the whole dragon into his stomach?

Song Chaoye considers himself the proud son of heaven. He has seen all kinds of scenes since he was a child, and the Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his face. But since meeting Jiang Tang, Song Chaoye feels that he is still too young, and he is simply a country turtle who came to the city.

Eating dragon beds and bombs, he thought these were the limit.

Now such a huge dragon head is placed in front of him alive, holding his neck to remind him: Your concubine is not a human being.

The emperor slowly raised his head and looked at Jiang Tang's prototype.

Much bigger than he imagined.

And obviously, this is not her truest appearance.

Even though the glutton in front of him had no expression on his face, he still had a ferocious look, with four sharp claws grasping the bed, the brocade quilt was already flying, and his thick limbs had a majestic dragon body and a tall deer head.

Song Chaoye tried his best to raise his head to see Jiang Tang's whole picture clearly.

On the forehead, one antler was obviously missing, the wound was uneven, and blood was oozing out, and the other intact antler was like a beautiful work of art, with orderly forks and a faint silver light.

Jiang Tang still felt comfortable turning back to his original form. After spitting out the dragon head, he shrunk his body and turned into an arm-sized black beast, lying quietly on the pillow, staring at Song Chaoye with dark eyes.

"I'll give you the dragon head, this dragon bed is mine."

Song Chaoye stared at the dragon head the size of a hill in front of him, unable to recover for a long time.

He turned around and saw Jiang Tang licking the wound on his back, very quiet.

"Isn't it already bandaged?"

Song Chaoye stepped forward quickly, stared at the little beast carefully, and noticed that there was only a bloody hole left on her left horn.

Jiang Tang licked his wound on his own.

"My saliva is more effective than medicine, and it's quick to lick."

"And what about your horn?"

"no solution anymore."

The man pursed his lips.

"Where is the broken horn now?"

Jiang Tang raised his eyes and thought about it.

"It should sink to the bottom of the lake. It's okay. If it's gone, it's gone. Anyway, I don't need this horn."

Taotie's horns are extremely hard, and are usually used for fighting, but Jiang Tang was already strong, and he became even stronger as Taotie, and he could run through the world with one bite of fangs, so it is really useless to have that horn.

The decoration was very good, but now it's gone, so I can only appreciate the incomplete beauty.

After some self-enlightenment, Jiang Tang felt much more comfortable.

Close your eyes and rest for a while, and then slowly heal after waking up.

Just when she closed her eyes, the corner of the broken corner was suddenly icy cold, and the pain caused by the swelling dissipated a lot.

She opened her eyes and saw Song Chaoye sitting beside her, holding a small bottle in her hand.

"I hurt my back, I can lick it myself, what about the horn?"

Jiang Tang remained silent.

What to do, accept it.

(End of this chapter)