Ancient elf as husband

"Jasmine, you just entered here."

A group of people walked out of the corner, headed by Jasmine, with her arms folded across her chest and looking thoughtfully at the house.

They came back early today, and as soon as they came in, they saw the adult walking hurriedly on the road carrying a basket.

Although she didn't quite understand why this adult didn't fly, she actually entered Feifei's house?

The cold words and cruel words of the woman before are still vivid in my mind. Is this house where women's laughter and laughter appear from time to time, real?

"When did she have such a good relationship with Feifei?"

Talisa asked: "Should we go there?"

Someone said, "Goodbye, Feifeixila won't play with us."

Talisa frowned, "I didn't ask you, Linda, right Jasmine."

Jasmine lowered her head to think about things and ignored her attentive face.

She is not the one who can control the situation in the tribe. Feifei and Sheila did not join her small group and maintained a polite and peaceful relationship with them. The two of them have never looked for her, and she has never played with them. They are usually in a strange state of being in harmony with each other, so she has no reason to hate them.

Jasmine opened her mouth but could not say anything when a distant voice came, "Wow, look, Lai Lang and the others have hunted two live bison!"

There was a lot of people there, and the tribesmen were surrounding them in circles. She couldn't help but walked over to watch the excitement.

"Lai Lang is indeed a warrior of our clan, that's how powerful he is!"

“There are so many more besides two live bison, we definitely won’t go hungry in the winter.”

After squeezing into the crowd, I discovered that Lai Lang and his brothers were handling the carcasses of large and small prey.

The two live bison were covered in bruises, tied tightly and thrown to the ground, still wailing.

Even Jasmine, who had issues with Lai Lang, had to admit that this time they had gained a lot and they were indeed quite powerful.

But what caught Jasmine's attention the most was the small package on his shoulder. This was a small bag specially used to carry fruits for her. This time it looked slightly bulging and uneven, and it was obviously full.

Lai Lang raised his head while holding a sheep fan, and happened to catch her sight.

Jasmine maintained her usual arrogance. She didn't even know that she always showed the willfulness of a spoiled little girl in front of him, as if she was sure that he would not abandon her.

Lai Lang was just stunned for a moment and moved away expressionlessly.

The hustle and bustle outside made the people inside the house curious and came out to check.

Feifei's home is close to the center of the tribe, so naturally she can see them when she goes out.

Silla led Jian Yan out and pointed to the crowd not far away, "They came back very early today, and they don't know how the harvest will be. Let's go and take a look."

Jian Yan refused. She wanted to maintain her elf's noble style, so how could she be crowded with the people.

However, she couldn't beat them, and was dragged there under their pressure.

"Rang, don't touch the adults."

Sheila squeezed into the crowd to open a path. When the people heard the word "sir", they turned around and saw that it was true, and decisively and humbly gave way.

A pair of brown bare feet, with a pair of dazzling white feet appearing.

Lai Lang raised his head along his feet and saw her lowering her eyes to say hello, "Sir."

Jian Yan nodded in agreement.

Lai Lang thought for a moment and took off the small package on his shoulder, "Sir, this is a milk fruit that grows well on the high cliff, dedicated to you for your enjoyment."

Jasmine froze indifferently, her eyes fixed on the bag full of milk fruits. She couldn't believe that the man gave the fruits to other women without even looking at her!