Chapter 689 My Wolf Friend (27)
Jiang Tang, who had just broken off the wolf's jaw with his bare hands, wiped the blood on the man's pants without caring, his voice cold.
"Shut up."
It was cold and dank in the alley.
The wind blew at night, blowing the leaves on the treetops and making a rustling sound.
Without saying a word, Jiang Tang hugged a big man and walked home easily.
Lang Jiuchao was lying in Jiang Tang's arms, his whole body stiff and motionless.
The girl rubbed his arm. He was not wearing a shirt, so he could feel the other person's temperature more clearly.
She is so soft.
The man thought in his heart, and after a long time, he added another sentence.
And fragrant.
Like rabbits in the mountains, he had never caught rabbits before.
Not only because the weak rabbit is not worth his while, but also because the existence of the rabbit tells him that there is still beauty in the world worth yearning for.
The rabbit in front of me is clean and beautiful, but not weak.
He could hear her heartbeat, which was extremely strong and beating healthily.
Moreover, are all humans so soft and taste so sweet?
Or is it just her?
Then, Jiang Tang listened to the wolf in his arms holding his breath for a while and then breathing rapidly, as if he had asthma. He didn't know how badly he was injured. Jiang Tang quickened his pace and hurried back.
When she got downstairs, she turned back, looked at the figure behind her that had been following her, and frowned slightly.
Revenge coming?
I guess I'm tired of living and want to die.
It tried to kill her, but its jaw was broken.
If you still don’t know what to do, you will eat wolf meat tomorrow. Jiang Tang was about to go upstairs, but Lang Jiuchao struggled to get down and limped towards the wolf.
He stretched out his left hand and placed it on the wolf's forehead. The tall wolf lowered its head respectfully, knelt on its forelimbs, and almost prostrated in front of Lang Jiuchao.
At this moment, the man is like a king.
And the wolf is a loyal minister, yearning to express the highest respect.
Jiang Tang stood aside and watched. Lang Jiuchao withdrew his hand, and the giant wolf stood up, ran towards the darkness without looking back, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
After watching the wolf leave, Lang Jiuchao turned around, walked slowly to Jiang Tang, bent down and looked up at her, and said calmly.
"He, friend."
Lang Jiuchao's friend attacked her just now to protect Lang Jiuchao.
Jiang Tang was not so stingy about arguing with a wolf, and turned around and walked upstairs. Lang Jiuchao looked at her back, then covered the wound on his stomach and followed her slowly.
After entering the room, Jiang Tang didn't say anything, turned on a small light and patted the sofa.
"Come here."
In the darkness, the tall man walked over obediently, with a big tail hanging from his buttocks. He was wilted and showed no momentum. He silently walked to the sofa, then squatted down and leaned against Jiang Tang's feet.
"Jiang Tang..."
He called out. Although he was a wolf, his tone was low and soft. His hoarse voice was deep and magnetic, and could play at the heartstrings of others.
Jiang Tang took out a lot of potions and bandages, his face was calm and there was no emotion at all.
"Lie down."
Lang Jiuchao sat down and lay directly on the cold floor. Blood was seeping out from his waist and abdomen. He stretched out his hand to cover it, and his long fingertips were covered with bright red liquid.
Jiang Tang moved his hand away, pressed his wound with gauze, and applied slight force. The muscles on the man's body were elastic and tense because of the pain, and they glowed with a very sexy luster under the light.
Jiang Tang reached out and touched his uninjured ground.
Smooth and strong, feels great in the hand.
(End of chapter)