Chapter 724 My Wolf Friend (62)
Then, Lang Jiuchao carried Jiang Tang to the door.
Several security guards guarding the entrance of the villa opened the door without saying a word and let Lang Jiuchao walk in.
As soon as you enter, you will see a gurgling stream flowing down from the mountain. The sound of water is rushing, and there is a large expanse of vibrant woods on both sides. A spacious road winds with no end in sight.
Lang Jiuchao walked quickly through the woods, hearing the sound of birdsong and the faint sound of wolves howling from all sides.
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. The branches and leaves covered the sky and the sun, and the verdant tree shadow was reflected in the moonlight. Mottled and swaying, it almost looks like a scene in a primeval forest, as beautiful as a fairyland.
Lang Jiuchao walked under the tree without stopping, turned back and whispered.
"Hurry up."
Jiang Tang hugged his neck without any politeness, and in the next second he flew into the air, hanging on the wolf's back.
I saw that strong body jumping directly onto the thick trunk, and effortlessly climbed to the highest and most stable branch. A round tree house could be seen 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 cave inside the tree house.
Circular structure, soft carpet underfoot, clean and tidy, a bed made of hay placed in the corner.
There was a fireplace in the room, and the charcoal fire was crackling. There was a table in the middle of the room, and the surrounding walls were covered with dried furs and antlers.
This is not like a room in modern society. As soon as you walk in, you will feel a strong sense of age, as if you have entered a hundred years ago. There is a faint scent of wood on the tip of your nose, which makes people feel comfortable all over.
Lang Jiuchao squatted, Jiang Tang stepped off his back, took off his high heels, and stepped on the soft carpet with his bare feet.
Lang Jiuchao returned to his human form, dragged his huge wolf tail, closed the door silently, and then walked to the fireplace to add charcoal.
Compared with modern life, men are more adaptable to this environment.
Jiang Tang sat on the carpet and looked at the wound on his arm. The white shirt was stained with blood and felt sticky and uncomfortable. She did not hesitate to tear open her shirt with one hand, leaving only her upper body underwear.
The crystal-white skin is translucent and shiny. Under the charcoal fire, it looks like fine mutton-fat jade, delicate and fair.
As soon as Lang Jiuchao turned around, he saw such a scene. In an instant, the hair on his tail almost exploded.
And like this, this girl really didn't know how to avoid anything in front of him.
Forget it, there are so many things to do between partners.
The man walked over, sat in front of Jiang Tang, gently grabbed her arm, his face dark.
"Don't move, I'll come."
He walked to the corner, took off an unknown horn hanging on the wall, put it on the table, and then scratched the corner with his sharp nails. White powder sprinkled down and fell on a plate.
Jiang Tang watched him working, propped up his chin, and listened to the squeaking sound of his nails scraping against the bones.
Lang Jiuchao raised her hand, poured white powder on the wound, and wrapped it with clean cloth.
Jiang Tang looked at him clumsily tying a bandage on himself and smiled.
"What kind of powder is this?"
"Tiger bones."
"By the way, I saw two werewolves today. They have no fangs or tails. What's going on?"
Lang Jiuchao helped her tie it up, then took a blanket from the wall and draped it on Jiang Tang.
(End of chapter)