Ancient elf as husband

Despite the current grievances within the clan, Lai Lang didn't have time to scold Jasmine for being such a bad guy. He needed to get Molix to stop killing, otherwise the lives of their entire clan would be at stake.

Don't ask Lai Lang whether he still likes Jasmine or whether he is still disconnected from her.

Sorry, Lai Lang has always been a person who has no affection for his children in the face of major events. Jasmine did such a cruel thing, causing the whole clan to take the blame for her and being buried with her, which was enough for her to be cut into pieces with a thousand knives and burnt to apologize!

Molix was furious outside. He was angry like never before, mixed with some indescribable panic.

Every second his little pet disappears adds a little more certainty to the possibility of her death. Death will not cause him to panic. At most, it will make him fall into endless regret. He is afraid that she will... leave completely. his world.

She once told him that she came from another world. She came so suddenly that he couldn't find any traces. Will she also leave suddenly...

The records in the library, which is famous for the elves, have not yet touched upon the world outside the mainland. If she leaves, what will he... do...

Molix didn't dare to think about it. As long as he thought about this possibility, his heart would twist like a knife, "You guys are useless, you can't protect her!"

The accumulated emotions need to be vented, and the Yeyan Tribe, who failed to agree to his conditions, is the best target to vent their anger!

"Lord Molix! Please calm down and listen to me!"

Among the noisy screams, cries, and begging for mercy, only this firm and powerful voice stood out from the crowd. Looking back, Lai Lang stood in the middle of the field, surrounded by thorns and vines, each of which could easily penetrate his body. Still standing there unswervingly.

Afraid that he would lose his mind and not listen to anything, Lai Lang emphasized again, "I know where your Excellency is going!"

Sure enough, as soon as the words about Jian Yan came out, Molix stopped killing. The vines gathered towards him, with spikes, fangs and tiger claws. If he didn't give valuable words, his life would end here. .

When Lai Lang saw what was going on, he was indescribably excited, "Sir, a lot of things happened here during your absence. Due to the circumstances, it is difficult to talk about it. We did not tell you. Please show mercy and let my people go. Can we have a nice talk!”

The thorn vine stopped moving. Lai Lang didn't know what he meant, and cold sweat spread on his forehead.

Looking at the tribe in a mess around him, with corpses strewn all over the place, dead and injured, the surviving tribesmen all looked at him with pleading, hoping that he would do something to save this dilapidated tribe.

Lai Lang was burdened with a heavy burden and could only take a gamble, "Since you left, there has been an uninvited guest in the tribe. He is a flower elf who often hangs around the adults. They have a very close relationship, and the adults even give him barbecue... "

The more he spoke, the weaker his voice became, as if testing his reaction.

His throat tightened, Lai Lang grasped the hair wrapped around his neck without any reaction, and his body was lifted into the air by his neck.

Molix looked sharp. He came out of the vines at some point. A strand of hair was locked around his throat and brought to him, and he ordered: "Continue!"

Lai Lang didn't dare to hide it: "The flower elf blatantly pursued you. At first, you were very resistant. Later, you gradually acquiesced to his existence, allowed him to live with him, and even mated with him. The flower elf also They say you are pregnant with a cub. In fact, the meat you hunted has been roasted and given to the flower elf, and the meat she is eating now was hunted by the flower elf."

Molix's emerald green eyes, which were full of dazzling vitality, were like thin ice, and the green light seemed to spread to the top of his long brown hair.

Good guy, every word he spoke accurately stepped on Molix's minefield, inciting his anger and reminding him how green the top of his head was.