Ancient elf as husband

After being subdued by one move, Molix maintained his usual rigorous and elegant attitude and slowly flew down, his toes being caught by a thorn vine.

He looked at the people fleeing in all directions, with nothing but anger in his eyes.

Molix did not feel that beating the ants was something to be proud of, and was speechless as he watched the shallow and gentle life force disappear.

This is what they deserve. Even if their appearance is ugly and ignorant, the power of life is equal to all living beings. The passing of the power of life will bring out their sorrow.

As a well-informed great elf, Molix would not be controlled by this sadness, but he also felt uncomfortable and frowned.

Out of sight, he looked away irritably.

This time they knew that they had kicked an iron plate. Seeing their companions who were caught by the vines in agony, they knew how to beg for mercy, "You...please..."

The women were protected and were the first to retreat. They didn't even need the animal skins and ran as fast as they could.

Lai Lang put Jasmine in a safe place, looked back and felt stressed at the tragic scene behind him, and did not forget to tell her, "Go back to the tribe quickly!"

He was about to step forward bravely to join his people without hesitation, but his arm was pulled.

Jasmine was not stupid. She saw that the men were helpless and knew that the men in her tribe would definitely be defeated.

Why would Lai Lang go even though he knew that going there would lead to death?

She secretly concealed her selfishness and said worriedly: "It's so dangerous, Lai Lang, how can you reassure me when you go up there? Just stay with me and accompany me..."

Lai Lang only thought that she was worried about him. There was nothing more exciting than the concern of a loved one. His tough-guy face showed an honest smile, "I am Lai Lang, how could I leave Du Li and the others to run away from the battlefield? Don't worry. Come on, I’ll be fine, you and them return to the tribe quickly, as long as the tribe still has a few of you females, it won’t perish!”

"Lai Lang..."

Jasmine wanted to say something else, but Lai Lang was already striding towards the ferocious thorn vines, his firm back telling her of his determination.

Jasmine cursed secretly. There was no one around to protect her, and she felt panicked.

The thorns and vines swept over and easily rolled up several men who were trying to fight with them. The sharp thorns pierced into the skin, like a thousand swords piercing the heart.

Because of the pain, some people gradually showed their prototypes under the entanglement of vines.

The beasts were huge, with faces like cows, and two short horns on their heads that looked a bit like sheeps. Their bodies were blue-gray, and their thin downy hair was slightly soft and flexible like a leopard.

Wait, what is this?

Jian Yan was stunned. She looked at it for a long time but didn't see what kind of animal it was.

Molix saw it clearly. He turned around and put the little pet in his arms into the tree house. He patted her head that was looking around and said, "Stay here."

They couldn't climb trees, so he could safely put her on a high place and go about his business.

Jian Yan nodded obediently and lay at the door with her little head to explore outside. From the bottom up, she looked like a newly hatched chick sticking out its curious baby's head to observe the world.

Molix gathered the power of the light green elf that belonged to him in his hand. He lowered his eyes and picked up a vine. The spirit became transparent, and the light spots disappeared into the vine.

The vine he grabbed emitted light green fluorescence, spreading before her eyes and growing on its own.

Jian Yan reached out and grabbed it without thinking.

The vine paused humanely, and seemed to grow in a circle around her helplessly. The delicate vine leaves lightly touched her palm, lingering and tenderness.