Ancient elf as husband

The dead-end thorn vines hidden throughout the tribe spread and climbed up the stone walls of the houses, as if being invaded by something dark.

Behind them, waist-thick vines sprouted from the bushes, opening a gorgeous path for him.

For some people, two extremely familiar faces arrived as expected.

Molix calmly stood in the air out of thin air, looking down at all living beings with an imperial posture. A head poked out from behind him, and his chin rested on his shoulder in boredom.

"We've arrived."

He was also quite rude, and the scene of his trip was as exaggerated as if he was invading.

Some people mistakenly believed that he came with bad intentions, and subconsciously switched to a state of alert, preparing to defend themselves against enemies.

No matter how unwelcome the clan leader was, he still had to greet him with a smile on his face, "Welcome to our Yeyan tribe. Today we have completed the cleaning at your request. This small tribe is simple and simple. I don't know if the adults will be satisfied."

Molix glanced briefly and said, "It's very clean. Although it's a bit crude, it's still tolerable."

"..."

Just to be polite, why did he actually climb up the pole? If he hadn't seen that he was strong and couldn't beat him, this kind of person would have to be thrown out.

The clan leader laughed awkwardly, "It is our clan's fortune to have the favor of these two adults. We have provided you with comfortable accommodation, feasts and dances, and we will try our best to leave you with good memories here."

Jian Yan was speechless, "Why is this scene so familiar?"

But this time she was not surprised as to why Molix received such authoritative respect.

As expected, they are all afraid of lust.

By the way, was the Stone Spirit Clan also threatened by him with force last time?

Only Molix could hear her low voice. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and didn't notice anything unusual about her hair.

Just standing at the door of the tribe and talking is nothing. The leader of the tribe enthusiastically accompanies him and says, "Please follow me to the residence prepared for you."

Molix raised his hand to refuse, "No need."

He paused and looked at him confused.

Molix flew forward, arms spread over his shoulders.

Following his movements, thorns and vines lost all of Wen Wan's scruples and sprang up one after another, climbing up everything around them and stepping on their heads to grow wildly.

The shape of the treehouse slowly comes together, one piece after another holding it firmly in place.

This time it is not parasitic on a tree branch, but multiple vines are hooked to every corner of the vine house, hanging between three big trees to act as a shining golden cage.

The people of the Yeyan tribe were stunned. They had never seen such a scene.

The little pet likes the leisure hammock, and Molix also made up the hammock she used to play in while sleeping, as well as various toys that she played with out of boredom.

Facing a noisy tribe, Molix decisively made a rattan tassel to isolate the contact between them, which did not mean that he was closed to them.

Unexpectedly, they brought their own house, and the clan leader couldn't say anything.

Many tribesmen were surprised. They thought that a bunch of vines intertwined together must be ugly.

In fact, on the contrary, the thorn vines grow straight and flexible, and a large vine of the same length and thickness hangs down, like a waterfall of green plants in the forest.

Molix waved his hand, and the vine-tasseled curtains opened on both sides, revealing the full view inside.

The sharp thorns of the thorn vines are never pointed at the people important to me, so the inside is beautiful and harmless. They are all young vines without any dangerous items.

Well, it was his silly little pet that hit a spike while playing.

From then on, his spikes never pointed at her again, and what appeared in front of her was always young vines.