Lang Xiaoran looked at Lang Qiang's red and swollen cheeks. She quickly took out the trauma medicine and handed it to Lang Qiang: "Lang Qiang, apply the medicine quickly."
"oh."
Lang Qiang put down the firewood and sat down with a depressed look on his face.
Soon, the bonfire burned.
It was warm in the camp, and several giant wolves nearby also gathered around and lay down behind the Wolf Spirit tribe members.
The atmosphere in the camp was a bit strange, and neither Lang Hai nor his men spoke.
But on the other side, Chen Yang and Lang Xiaoran were chatting animatedly, with Lang Xiaoran giggling from time to time.
When she smiles, her two little tiger teeth are exposed, which is so cute.
However, when Lang Hai saw this, he became more and more angry.
He turned his eyes to Chen Yang and thought to himself: "How can this kid beat Lang Qiang? You must ask Lang Qiang carefully about this matter."
After a while, seeing the sky getting dark, Lang Xiaoran yawned and said to Chen Yang, "It's getting late, I have to rest."
"Okay." Chen Yang nodded, stood up and said, "I will sleep outside your tent tonight and be your personal guard."
"Chen Yang, you are so considerate."
Lang Xiaoran looked at Chen Yang, feeling a little moved in his heart.
However, she shook her head and said: "There are giant wolves here, so there won't be any accidents at night. You and Lang Hai and the others can live in that tent together."
Chen Yang smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. Men don't have to pay so much attention when they are outside. The sky is the quilt and the ground is the seat. This is how bold and unrestrained it is."
Hearing this, Lang Xiaoran felt that Chen Yang was not only considerate, but also heroic.
She no longer insisted, nodded to Chen Yang, and walked into her tent. Chen Yang leaned against the door and sat on the ground.
Chen Yang has long been accustomed to various harsh environments, so spending one night like this is nothing to him.
Seeing Chen Yang sitting there, Liang Hai narrowed his eyes and said, "Brother Chen Yang, please guard Miss Xiaoran, and we will rest first."
After saying that, Ling Hai winked at the other members of the Wolf Spirit Tribe, and they walked towards another tent that was so simple that it was almost like nothing.
After they sat down, Liang Hai looked at Lang Qiang and lowered his voice: "Aqiang, what's going on?"
Lang Hai couldn't believe that Chen Yang could actually injure Lang Qiang, who was in the middle stage of Xiantian, by virtue of his early stage Xiantian.
Even without the help of the giant wolf, Lang Qiang should not lose.
He must figure this out.
Lang Qiang looked depressed and told what happened, focusing on the speed of Poxu Palm and Chen Yang.
After everyone heard this, they were all a little surprised.
"In the early stage of Xiantian, he actually has such strength. This kid is quite powerful."
"That's because Aqiang didn't summon his giant wolf. Otherwise, the kid would definitely be eaten by the wolf."
"No matter what, we must get rid of this guy. Miss Xiaoran is the woman that the captain likes, how can we let this guy get close to her."
Everyone started talking in low voices, but Liang Hai said nothing, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
He was thinking about how he could kill Chen Yang openly and without making Lang Xiaoran angry.
On the other side, Chen Yang was leaning against the door, and there was a rustling sound in his ears. It was obvious that Lang Xiaoran was not asleep and was tossing and turning.
Although the tent blocked the line of sight, it was made of branches and leaves after all. Chen Yang and Lang Xiaoran could hear almost every sound from the other side clearly.
After a while, Lang Xiaoran suddenly said: "Chen Yang, tell me a joke, I can't sleep."
There was a sudden voice in his ear, and Chen Yang smiled evilly and said, "Okay, listen carefully."
"There was a beautiful woman who was sick. She went to see a doctor, and the doctor asked her: What's wrong with you?"
"The beauty coughed twice: her throat hurt."
"The doctor suddenly realized: Oh, it turns out that my aunt is here."
"The beauty immediately nodded and said yes."
Chen Yang's voice was not loud, but it was still heard in the quiet night.
Not only Lang Xiaoran heard it, but also Liang Hai and others sitting on the other side heard the joke he told.
For a moment, Liang Hai and others were confused.
Because they didn't understand the joke.
Lang Xiaoran was also confused and asked: "Chen Yang, did my aunt have a fight with the girl you mentioned? So the girl screamed her throat out."
In the Beast Spirit Tribe, they do not understand modern vocabulary.
Chen Yang explained: "In the outside world, aunt refers to a woman's menstrual period."
"Oh, so it's this."
Lang Xiaoran's voice became very thin, and she was obviously a little shy when talking about this topic.
And involuntarily, she tightened her legs a little.
Listening to Chen Yang talking about women's private matters, she felt numb.
In fact, she was embarrassed to continue talking about this joke, but she couldn't suppress her curiosity and couldn't help but ask: "Chen Yang, why does that beautiful woman have a sore throat, and the doctor said she is having menstruation? Could it be that menstruation and sore throat are the same thing?
Does it matter?"
Chen Yang said seriously: "There is no direct relationship, but women and men cannot do that during menstruation. So, the beauty's mouth was tired, which eventually caused a sore throat."
Although Chen Yang didn't say it explicitly, Lang Xiaoran knew what it meant.
Suddenly, her cheeks turned red and she felt hot.
If it were someone else, she would definitely be angry and think she was teasing herself.
But she didn't feel this way about Chen Yang.
However, what does it mean when a beautiful woman’s mouth is tired?
"Ah, it's with your mouth... Oh, how embarrassing."
Lang Xiaoran suddenly remembered her married cousin and some things she had said to her before, and she immediately reacted.
She spat and muttered: "Chen Yang, how are you?"
"Uh, is it bad? It's just a joke."
Chen Yang smiled evilly in his heart, but his tone was serious.
He continued: "Xiao Ran, do you still listen? I still have a lot of jokes."
Lang Xiaoran's heart trembled, feeling strange. Listening to Chen Yang telling such a joke gave him an indescribable excitement.
She hummed like a gnat in agreement.
Chen Yang said: "There is a man and woman..."
"Chen Yang, that's enough!"
At this moment, a gloomy voice came from other members of the Wolf Spirit Tribe.
The one who made the sound was none other than Liang Hai.
He stared at Chen Yang with an angry face, his eyes almost bursting with fire.
Having just figured out Chen Yang's joke, he was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
He had never even had an intimate word with Lang Xiaoran, yet Chen Yang could actually tell Lang Xiaoran such a meaningful joke.
What's even more annoying is that Lang Xiaoran not only didn't get angry, but also asked Chen Yang to continue talking.
"This couple of bitches!"
Liang Hai cursed secretly in his heart, a sinister light flashed in his eyes, and waved to Chen Yang: "Brother Chen Yang, come here, let's drink."