Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

Wolf territory, under the sky.

Lang Yuan sat high on the throne, a black robe outlining his burly figure.

Lang Yuan's deep eyes were like a deep pool, looking into the distance through the window lattice, with a chilling coldness between his brows. His angular jawline was strong and resolute, and the hideous scar at the corner of his eye added a bit of ferocity to his handsome face.

His slender fingers tapped the armrest intermittently, the veins on the back of his bony hands bulged slightly, and his whole body exuded a suffocating kingly aura.

Outside the hall, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.

The elder of the clan walked into the hall hunched over, trembling. His old face was full of solemnity, and a trace of panic flashed in his turbid eyes.

Under Lang Yuan's cold gaze, the elder felt a chill down his spine and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Great... King," the elder's voice trembled, "The Rabbit Tribe requests to enter our territory, and their marriage team has arrived at the border."

When Lang Yuan heard this, the corner of his lips curled up into a smile that was not a smile.

Lang Yuan's slender fingers slowly touched the long sword at his waist. The wolf head totem inlaid on the hilt shone coldly under the candlelight. Seeing this, the elder shuddered violently, and deep fear emerged in his turbid eyes.

That sword was the weapon that Lang Yuan used to kill the previous Wolf King. The elders still remembered the blood-spattered scene that day, when Lang Yuan held the sword in his hand, his eyes as cold as a knife, and cut off the head of the old Wolf King with one sword.

"Oh?" Lang Yuan's deep voice echoed in the hall, with a bit of nonchalance, "Let them in. This king would like to see what the young master sent by the rabbit tribe looks like."

Tao Yuan said he was interested, but his eyes were calm, as if the marriage had nothing to do with him.

The elder responded tremblingly, bowed and left. When he walked out of the hall, he was already sweating profusely, and his clothes on the back were soaked with sweat.

The king's majesty became more and more terrifying. Just a glance from him could make people feel like they were falling into an icy cave.

Lang Yuan watched the elder leave, a hint of amusement flashing in his deep eyes.

Tao Yuan slowly stood up, his dark robe fluttering in the wind. He walked to the window, looked into the distance, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The Rabbit Tribe, have they finally lost their temper? Who is scheming against whom in this marriage?

Outside the palace, the sun sets and the afterglow dyes the sky red.

Lang Yuan's tall figure was stretched out, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, with its edge exposed. His slender fingers gently stroked the long sword at his waist, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

No matter what the rabbit tribe planned, he would not let them succeed. The wolf tribe never needed to rely on marriage to maintain peace.

In the distance, a gust of wind blew by, raising a cloud of dust.

Lang Yuan narrowed his eyes, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.

This life is really boring. I hope the rabbit tribe can bring him some fun.

With the permission of Wolf King Lang Yuan, the rabbit clan and marriage team successfully entered the wolf clan's royal court.

Song Guo stood in the team, lowered her eyes slightly, her fair cheeks glowing lightly in the sunlight.

Song Guo has been taking good care of her body over the past two days. Her originally sallow, malnourished complexion has now become as rosy as jade, as if water could be squeezed out of it.

The light yellow robe made him look even more handsome, and the jade-inlaid belt around his waist outlined his slender waist. He looked like a spoiled young master, gentle yet a little fragile.

The furry ears and tail add a charming temptation to Song Guo.

Pure and delicious.

The elder had a stern face, and his eyes swept across the Rabbit Emissary and Song Guo sharply. His tone was serious and almost a warning: "When you see the king later, remember not to act rashly. If you anger the king, you will bear the consequences yourself."

When Song Guo heard this, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes.

He muttered in his heart: Is A Yuan that scary? He is so charming, with deep eyes, a high nose bridge, and that charming and handsome profile, which makes people unable to take their eyes away.

The Rabbit Emissary saw Song Guo's nonchalant look, his face darkened, and he turned around and warned him fiercely: "Behave yourself! If you cause any trouble, you will be in trouble!"

Song Guo pretended to be afraid, lowered his head, and replied softly: "I know."

The rabbit envoy did not see it, but a hint of cunning flashed in Song Guo's lowered eyes, as if he was planning something.

In the hall, Lang Yuan sat high on the throne, his dark robe making him look even more majestic. His slender fingers tapped the armrests from time to time, his eyes cold, like a king looking down on all living beings.

The elder bowed his head and reported respectfully: "Your Majesty, the rabbit tribe's marriage team has arrived."

Lang Yuan raised his eyes slightly, and said in a low and magnetic voice, with a hint of scrutiny: "Oh? Who is the young master of the rabbit tribe?"

The rabbit envoy was so frightened by Lang Yuan's amazing momentum that his legs went weak, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he pushed Song Guo next to him out with trembling hands.

Song Guo staggered and nearly fell down. He steadied himself and raised his head, his eyes clear and bright, meeting Lang Yuan's.

Lang Yuan narrowed his eyes, sizing up the slender boy in front of him, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Are you the young master of the rabbit tribe? Why are you a little squirrel?"

When Song Guo heard this, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips slightly lifted, revealing an innocent smile: "Your Majesty, you are joking. Although I am not the young master of the Rabbit Clan, I am representing the Rabbit Clan to marry Your Majesty."

The elder stood aside, sweating profusely, staring at the ground, wishing he could disappear immediately.

He cursed in his heart: These rabbits look innocent, but they are actually full of evil intentions! They actually sent such a weak squirrel to replace the young master of the rabbit tribe to marry the king. Isn't this obviously a provocation to the king?

Lang Yuan's gaze lingered on Song Guo for a moment, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

Lang Yuan slowly stood up, his tall figure like a mountain, full of oppression. He walked in front of Song Guo, looked down at him, and said in a low voice: "Little squirrel, you know, once you enter the wolf tribe's territory, there is no turning back."

Song Guo raised his head, looked at Lang Yuan fearlessly, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, my king. Since I'm here, I have no intention of turning back."

When Lang Yuan heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he chuckled: "Interesting."

Tao Yuan turned back to the throne, waved his slender fingers lightly, and said in a cold tone with unquestionable majesty: "Take them down and settle them down."

The elder felt relieved, with the fine beads of cold sweat not yet drying on his forehead, and hurriedly retreated with the rabbit envoy.

The hall suddenly became quiet, with only Song Guo standing there, following Lang Yuan's back with a complicated look in his eyes.

Song Guo looked at her lover, her fingers curled up slightly unconsciously, and her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.

A Yuan's back was still as tall and straight as before, but his aura was even colder and more distant than those in the previous small worlds, as if there was an invisible barrier between them, making it difficult for people to approach him.

Lang Yuan noticed that he had not left, so he turned around, raised his eyebrows, and looked teasingly: "Why? Do you want me to take you out personally? Or are you too scared to walk?"

Song Guo raised his head and looked straight at Lang Yuan. There was no fear in his eyes, but instead a hint of smile.

Song Guo's voice was clear and soft, as if it carried some kind of bewitching power: "When we first met, I was stunned by the king's handsome face and was fascinated by him."

Song Guo was honestly saying that every time she saw her lover's face, she would be amazed and the feeling of being moved became stronger and stronger.

Hearing this, Lang Yuan raised a dangerous smile at the corner of his lips, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. Is he charming? !

This was the first time that Lang Yuan, who had frightened people to tears many times with his stern face, heard such an evaluation.

This little squirrel is quite interesting.

Tao Yuan waved his hand, and an invisible force instantly pulled Song Guo into his arms.

Song Guo felt his body lighten, and the next moment he fell into Lang Yuan's solid chest.

Lang Yuan pinched his chin with his palm, lifted it up slightly, stared at him with a sharp gaze, and said in a low and cold voice: "You are so bold, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Song Guo did not struggle. Instead, she leaned softly in Lang Yuan's arms, like a well-behaved little animal.

Song Guo's fingers gently touched Lang Yuan's wrist. Her fingertips were slightly cold, but her voice was firm: "I bet the king won't do that. The king is not such a bloodthirsty wolf."

Lang Yuan's eyes suddenly darkened, and a dangerous aura filled the air between the two of them.

Tao Yuan lowered his head, his hot breath spraying on Song Guo's fair face, his voice was like a devil's whisper: "Oh? How do you know I'm not? Rumor has it that I'm a cold-blooded and murderous devil."

Song Guo's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt indescribable, but he remained calm.

Song Guo tightened her fingers slightly, and her fingertips gently stroked Lang Yuan's wrist, as if soothing a restless beast.

His voice was soft but firm: "I just don't believe it!" After saying that, he pouted, with a hint of stubbornness and grievance in his eyes.

How could A Yuan be such a person?! Of course he knew who his lover was.

Although the lover looks cold on the outside, he has an indelible tenderness in his heart. He will never kill innocent people at any time, and will not hurt those who are really good to him.

Song Guo felt a surge of bitterness in his heart. He wanted to tell Lang Yuan how much he knew him and how much he trusted him.

But Song Guo knew that Lang Yuan in this small world had long forgotten him and might even regard him as a strange and dangerous enemy.

Lang Yuan looked at the stubborn person in his arms, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

Lang Yuan's fingers loosened slightly, but he did not let go of Song Guo completely, instead he gently stroked his cheek. Lang Yuan's fingertips had a slightly rough touch, but were surprisingly gentle.

Lang Yuan's eyes were as deep as the night, with a hint of inquiry and amusement, and his voice was low and magnetic: "You are quite special, daring to be so presumptuous in front of me. However, you'd better remember that I am not a soft-hearted person."

When Song Guo heard this, his nose felt sore and his eyes turned red instantly.

Song Guo's eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings blown by the wind. Crystal tears swirled in her eyes, and finally slid down her cheeks and dripped into Lang Yuan's palm.

The tears seemed to be warm, burning Lang Yuan's heart.

"You are mean to me! How could you be mean to me?!" Song Guo's voice was filled with a bit of grievance and accusation, with a bit of coquettish reproach in her tone.

Song Guo's voice was soft and sticky, like a hook, drilling straight into Lang Yuan's heart.

Lang Yuan was at a loss for what to do due to these sudden tears. He had never seen anyone cry so wildly in front of him and he didn't know how to respond.

Lang Yuan's face was tense, and his voice was stern: "You are not allowed to cry!"

However, the stricter he was, the more Song Guo couldn't stop crying, and her tears burst out like a flood.

Lang Yuan looked at the little guy in front of him who was crying bitterly, and felt a little flustered.

He stretched out his hand stiffly and clumsily wiped away the tears on Song Guo's face, his voice unconsciously softened a bit: "Don't cry, my king, I'm not being mean to you, don't cry."

Song Guo raised her tearful face, her nose red, like a little squirrel that had suffered a lot of grievances. Song Guo hugged Lang Yuan's arm tightly, and her voice was choked with sobs: "My king, will you be mean to me again next time?"

Lang Yuan was so amused by his appearance that he felt a little soft in his heart. Lang Yuan nodded stiffly, his voice low but somewhat helpless: "Not fierce anymore."

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart: Is this little squirrel made of water? How can it cry so much? It's so delicate!

However, looking at Song Guo's tear-stained but still delicate little face, Lang Yuan's mouth corners unconsciously rose slightly.

He thought: Never mind, this look is very much what I like, I will just coax it a little bit in the future. Can this little squirrel still turn the world upside down?

Song Guo sensed a softening in Lang Yuan's tone and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Guo knew that his trick of acting like a spoiled child had worked. He gently grasped Lang Yuan's sleeve with his fingers, a sly look flashed in his eyes, but he still pretended to be aggrieved: "My king, you must keep your word and not lie to me."

Lang Yuan looked at his aggressive appearance, feeling angry and amused at the same time, but he could only nod helplessly: "Well, keep your word."

Song Guo's mouth curled up slightly, and he was secretly proud in his heart: Sure enough, A Yuan is still the same A Yuan, even if he has lost his memory, he still falls for it. Song Guo leaned in Lang Yuan's arms, feeling the warmth coming from him, and a sweet feeling surged in his heart.

Lang Yuan looked down at the well-behaved little guy in his arms, and an inexplicable sense of satisfaction arose in his heart. He felt more excited about his boring life. It seemed not bad to have this little squirrel to accompany him in the future.

Lang Yuan gently rubbed Song Guo's hair, his voice low but with a bit of doting: "Okay, stop crying, your eyes will be swollen if you cry any more."

Song Guo raised his head with a sly smile in his eyes: "Then the king will be responsible for coaxing me."

Lang Yuan smiled helplessly, "You are arrogant because of your favor and you are so bold!"

But in his heart, he thought that a little squirrel that could act coquettishly like this was not bad.

Song Guo refused: "How could I? I was obviously a very well behaved person." A Yuan always liked to label him. Humph, forget it, he, the little squirrel, was very magnanimous and would not bother with A Yuan.