Ancient elf as husband

Eat sparingly. After eating, Jian Yan doesn't know what to do.

She was trapped on the vine less than ten meters and could not do anything. Even if she had the intention to make insecticidal water, she would have no way forward.

"Hey, I'm begging you, brother! I'm not going anywhere, I'm just looking for the items I need—"

"If it doesn't work, just keep an eye on me."

She was tired of talking, but there was no response. She was talking to herself as if she were playing the piano to a cow.

Jian Yan cursed secretly and greeted his ancestor, "I think he wants to starve me to death on purpose. He said it so nicely and gave me a chance."

Time flies, and Jian Yan's food is exhausted despite extreme frugality.

During this period, Molix was nowhere to be seen and his voice did not reply.

If it continues like this, it will be nothing more than starving to death. As a last resort, Jian Yan can only find another way.

The vine is big and thick, so it should be strong enough.

She had put aside someone's warning and touched a vine with her toes.

The thorns of this vine are not very dense, and the densest spacing between each one can accommodate the width of a foot.

One thorn is the size of a fist, and the thorns on the old vines below are even more terrifying, with long black and shiny tips, and a cold glow from the top of the tip that exudes a vicious aura.

Jian Yan swallowed, and her ankle touched the thorn body. As she increased her strength, the thorns on both sides slowly moved closer to her ankle.

Suddenly, the vine that was bearing her weight retreated, and her feet fell without the support, stepping hard into the ferocious thorns.

"what--"

In an instant, a red light smeared over her feet, her jeans were torn, blood could be seen spreading on her trouser legs, and the scary-looking spikes pierced her flesh from different places.

On the dark brown spikes, blood seeped out, the red color was not obvious, and the smell of blood was strong.

Jian Yan gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain, tears already overflowing from the corners of her eyes.

"I asked you not to ask for trouble. If you don't listen, then it's up to you."

These were the only words he responded to after she had been looking for him for so long, but they were full of cold and heartless warnings.

Huge grievances and severe pain filled her chest. Jian Yan couldn't help but roared bitterly, "I told you that you trapped me here, and I can't do anything about it! What do you want me to do? I'll wait in three days." Die?"

Her tears streaked down her sides, and although she still tried hard not to sob, she was still weak and vulnerable in his eyes.

"That's your problem."

Again he responded with indifference.

Molix looked at her face with a complicated expression. The skin as white and rosy as a porcelain doll was rapidly withering away, and he didn't know what it felt like in his heart.

The elves have always had a strong sense of compassion. Look, he will even pity his enemies.

He sighed and forced himself to look away.

Mercy is not cheap. When he pities his enemies, his enemies never pity him.

Besides...his doing this can be regarded as a kind of protection for her.

He disappeared again, returning to his previous state of pleading for explanations of selective isolation.

Jian Yan held her heavy head. The stinging pain from her feet made her afraid to move. She didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or too much pain. Her vision was blurred and her head was in chaos.

Death has been so close to her more than once, comforting her and letting her sleep.

It doesn't hurt anymore when I sleep.

At this moment, Jian Yan wished she could just sleep like this, because she was afraid of the intense pain.

But she is not willing to give in. She still has a beautiful youth, a perfect and brilliant life, and a wish that she has not yet had time to realize! And her family... her parents had a hard time raising her up, and before she had time to enjoy the blessings, the white-haired girl gave her to the black-haired girl.

These beliefs that supported Jian Yan made her wake up for a moment. She suddenly threw away the temptation and faced the god of death, "Save me..."

Her voice no longer had the tenacity it had when she tried to be strong, only the weakness of losing her life, "I have a way now...save me...I'll show you..."

The core of Qingling Pupil, which contained green mountains and green waters, trembled slightly, and he responded.

He was still so holy and unattainable, standing among the thorns, looking down at her with half-open green eyes, "Okay."

He raised his hand and pulled out the spikes that were embedded in her leg flesh. The blood flowed down like red wine with the cork removed.

"Let's see if you can prove it to me in your only life."

At some point, a vine hung a cage made of ropes. Inside, a dozen fat locusts were flying around in panic.

The cage was thrown in front of her eyes, causing the locusts to crash again.

Jian Yan could no longer hear what he was saying. She shakily reached into her backpack and dug around randomly.

Her hands were colder than porcelain bottles, so she couldn't feel what she needed.

She took out the perfume, threw it aside, and took out the moisturizing spray.

After rubbing it repeatedly, she finally took out a black porcelain bottle the size of a thumb, with a long string of English written on it, and it was hard to tell what it was.

With trembling and stiff hands, she sprayed the cage once, then sprayed it twice more for fear that it wouldn't work.

The strong spicy and pungent smell hit her face. Jian Yan, who was the closest, had difficulty breathing and coughed violently. Her eyes were red, swollen and tearful from the heat.

She couldn't bear it anymore and passed out completely.

Compared to her discomfort, Molix was only one meter away from her, but he was not affected at all.

He stared intently at the rioting locusts in the cage. These locusts reacted like her, as if they had been violently stimulated and were trying to escape.

In less than a minute, they slowly lost their vitality and fell one after another.

Molix's silent eyes lit up, and his slightly swaying green pupils were no longer complicated this time, but pure surprise and happiness.

He grabbed the cage and shook it. The locusts began to struggle again without rebounding. They settled at the bottom and never made waves again.

What she said is true, she can really stop the locusts!

When I went to see her again, she had lost too much blood and passed out. Her slender legs had nearly ten holes deep into the bones.

Such a serious injury requires the use of Elf's Kiss.

Anyway, she was unconscious again, so he didn't feel too awkward.

It’s just her crazy costume...

To be fair, he felt so ugly. He just wrapped his body properly, so why did he have to wrap it so tightly that it was printed?

For Molix, he feels that it is not gorgeous at all to show off his clothes and wear casual clothes.

With a wave of her hand, her torn jeans revealed the skin underneath.

Her legs were beautiful, but compared to her perfect left leg with no trace of injury, her right leg was simply horrible.

There were blood holes all over the legs. It turned out that the blood was so red that it was dazzling.

Molix could clearly see the vitality mixed with the blood flowing out, and finally disappearing from the world. He felt sorry for her, raised her legs, and did not dislike kissing a piece of skin at all.

The power of life is warm, there is beauty in the world, and everything is full of spiritual energy.

While he was undergoing treatment, he was also regretting the lost beauty.