Ancient elf as husband

Molix rushed to the river and froze when he saw the undisguised tragic traces, almost suffocating.

His heart seemed to be tightly held by an invisible hand. The traces stopped at the raised rocks by the river. The scratches of wild beasts, the messy footprints, and the scattered weeds and buds all around told him what kind of fierce battle had occurred here.

What happened to his little pet while he was away, and why did she appear in the suburbs in the dark night?

Molix forced himself to calm down and looked around, seeing the three-finger scratches of the beast and the plum blossom footprints beside the bushes. Her footprints were jagged and did not look like she was walking freely.

On the protruding roots under the hazelnut tree, a touch of blood-red caught his eye. Molix's tight thin lips were slightly open, his pupils were trembling slightly, and his mood was high.

The people from the Yeyan tribe finally caught up with him carrying torches. They shuddered and whispered to each other when they saw this scene.

"Oh my God, what happened here!"

"There are scratches from wild beasts there. Could it be that the woman ran out in the middle of the night and was caught by the wild beasts!"

"I think the things that still come out in winter must be hungry beasts. Looking at this scene, that adult must be more evil than good, and it will become a delicious meal!"

Molix was so silent that he seemed to be isolated from the outside world. He stepped forward and tremblingly picked up a little bit of the semi-coagulated plasma with his fingertips. Before he could suppress the overflowing pain, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and his emotional fluctuations were frozen.

This is not her blood!

She used to be naughty and mischievous, relying on his healing power. She always played unscrupulously and often got bloody wounds, so he had tasted her blood many times, and he could clearly tell that the blood was not hers.

After learning this, Molix suddenly became enlightened, ecstatic, and breathed a sigh of relief.

If it's not hers, it can only belong to that beast. She can still hurt the beast, at least it won't determine life or death so quickly.

Chief Yeyan was in a state of embarrassment and was supported by his fellow tribesmen as he limped out and said, "Sir, you have also seen it. There are footprints of wild beasts here. She must have wandered around at night and was accidentally picked up by a wild beast." , it’s not that we didn’t take good care of it, please be aware of it!”

If you want to ask why he is limping, it goes without saying that Molix beat him.

It is not impossible for him to uproot the entire tribe in a fit of anger, not to mention the person in power who promised his terms but failed to do so. The vines almost strangled him to death. If there were no traces of him asking Jian Yan, he would have been here today. He will surely perish under the thorns and vines.

Molix was not blind. Hearing this, his eyes were as fierce as a knife.

The thorn vines whipped him in the middle with a whip, and pushed him into the ground, making a deep hole. "You still have the guts to bargain with me! I asked you to take care of her, just to take care of her food, housing and entertainment?! Is this how you help me take care of her? If anything happens to my little female, you will die without mercy! You should pay the due price for your broken trust!"

The people around him were so frightened by his sudden outburst that they all shouted in panic: "Chief!"

The vines didn't lift up, and they didn't dare to help him, for fear of damaging the fish pond, so they could only shout and worry.

The patriarch's old bones are about to give up half of his life, but the body of the orc is strong and can be restored in a short time without any trauma or other injuries.

In the blink of an eye, the noble figure had disappeared, and the vines extending outward covered the ground, indicating that he had not left.