The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 725 My Wolf Friend (62)

Then, Lang Jiuchao walked to the door with Jiang Tang on his back.

Several security guards guarding the entrance of the villa opened the door without further ado and let Lang Jiuchao walk in.

As soon as you enter, there is a gurgling stream flowing down from the mountain, with the sound of the water, a large piece of vibrant woods on both sides, and a wide road winding with no end in sight.

Lang Jiuchao walked quickly through the woods, with the sound of birds singing and the faint howling of wolves.

Jiang Tang felt that he had entered the wolf's den.

Lang Jiuchao took her into the woods and stretched out. In the distance, a towering tree came into view. The trunk was as thick as five people hugging each other. Mottled and swaying, it is almost like a scene in a virgin forest, as beautiful as a fairyland.

Lang Jiuchao walked under the tree without stopping, turned his head and said in a low voice.

"pay close attention."

Jiang Tang hugged him around the neck unceremoniously, and the next second his body flew into the air, hanging on the back of the wolf.

I saw that vigorous body jumped directly onto the thick trunk, and climbed onto the tallest and most stable branch effortlessly. A round tree house loomed through the lush leaves.

Pushing aside the leaves in front of him, Lang Jiuchao led Jiang Tang into the tree house. The small entrance required him to crawl in. There was a hole in the tree house.

With a circular structure, there is a soft carpet under your feet, clean and tidy, and a bed made of hay is placed in the corner.

There is also a fireplace in the room, with crackling coals, a table in the middle of the room, and dried furs and antlers on the surrounding walls.

This is not like a room in modern society, as soon as you walk in, there is a strong sense of age, as if you have directly entered 100 years ago. There is a faint woody fragrance at the tip of the nose, which makes people feel comfortable.

Lang Jiu was squatting, Jiang Tang got off his back, took off his high heels, and stepped barefoot on the soft carpet.

Lang Jiuchao turned back into a human form, dragged a huge wolf tail, closed the door without a sound, and went to the fireplace to add charcoal.

Compared with modern life, men are more adapted to this environment.

Jiang Tang sat on the carpet and looked at the wound on his arm.

The white shirt was covered with blood, sticky and uncomfortable, she tore off her shirt with one hand without hesitation, leaving only the underwear on her upper body.

The white skin is translucent and shiny, and under the light of the charcoal fire, it looks like a high-quality suet jade, delicate and white.

As soon as Lang Jiuchao turned his head, he saw such a scene. In an instant, the hair on his tail was about to explode.

Again, this girl really didn't shy away from him in the slightest.

Forget it, what do partners care about so much.

The man walked over, sat down in front of Jiang Tang, gently grabbed her arm, his face darkened.

"Don't move, I'll come."

He went to the corner, took off an unknown horn hanging on the wall, put it on the table, and then scraped the corner with his sharp nails, and the white powder fell onto a plate.

Jiang Tang watched him busy, propped his chin, and listened to the screeching sound of nails scraping against the bones.

Lang Jiuchao raised her hand, poured the white powder on the wound, and wrapped it with a clean cloth.

Jiang Tang watched him clumsily bandage himself, and smiled with his lips curled up.

"What powder is this?"

"Tiger bone."

"By the way, I saw two werewolves today. They don't have fangs or tails. What's going on?"

Lang Jiuchao helped her tie it up, then took a blanket from the wall and put it on Jiang Tang.

(End of this chapter)