Ancient elf as husband

Jian Yan shivered and said with a smile: "A trivial matter is not worth your effort."

She really didn't want to have any contact with Jasmine, a scheming girl, and Molix happened to be back, so she could use him to threaten her.

It seemed that he would not dare to bring a group of people in front of her again.

Molix didn't know why.

The male tribesmen who were going to go hunting later gathered in front of the tribe. The originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet and the atmosphere was reserved.

"He is back……"

Molix didn't even look at the crowd of nervous people, and ignored them and returned to his and her residence.

When he came to the familiar vine house, he did not rush up to the tree house, but touched his chin underneath.

He should think about how she would be able to get up and down freely when he was not around.

Thorny vines rise from the ground, connecting the ground to the tree house, like a direct ladder. This vine has more leaves than ordinary ones.

But there are thorns.

The vines are as thick as telephone poles. Such thick vines are no longer tender vines. It is normal for them to be covered with sharp thorns.

No matter how tender the leaf stem is, it is too soft and may not be able to support her weight.

Molix fell into thought.

Jian Yan could tell what he was thinking at a glance, "Are you trying to get me a ladder to step on?"

Molix nodded, stepped forward and stroked the vines, his slender fingertips full of emotion and gentleness.

Seeing him caressing a thorn, Jian Yan was about to say that there were so many thorns that she wouldn't be able to scratch her to death if she stepped on them.

He clenched his hands into claws and grabbed the thorn, and violently broke it off.

Jian Yan was shocked and quickly grabbed his hand, "What are you doing!"

There was a sharp thorn lying in his hand, with a piece of vine bark hanging from the end. The core of the split was clean white, secreting a small amount of viscous white liquid.

Accepting that plants were his setting, Jian Yan felt distressed and confused about his confusing behavior, "Why are you hurting yourself?"

Molix pulled out the thorn without blinking an eyelid. Looking at his hand that was tightly held by her, he said honestly: "It will prick you."

Jian Yan couldn't understand, "Then you won't change it to one without thorns!"

"It's too soft. I can't hold you up without my control."

"..."

Jian Yan was speechless for a while and didn't know what to say.

Molix pulled off another thorn, but this time he pulled it too deep. The turbid juice from the gap overflowed, coating the brown vine body with water.

He frowned and said, "It's a little dirty. Let's wipe it again after it dries."

He also couldn't use purify, which had a healing effect, and the pain would be in vain if he accidentally used it.

Another fist-sized spike dropped.

Jian Yan felt uncomfortable watching him pull it out one by one, as if the vine in front of her was just a wild plant.

The man's face remained as calm as ever, and he didn't know whether it hurt or not, but his hands kept moving, and there was no blood from the plant in his eyes.

"Molix...stop pulling it out."

Jian Yan felt uneasy and bit her lower lip, "I am very comfortable living down here, you don't need to be like this."

Molix looked down at the hand that was grabbed by her again, and saw her worried little face almost crying. He smiled and took out his hand and tapped her nose, "It's not safe down there."

"Perhaps I may not be able to pay attention to you all the time. If you are in danger, just hurt my vine. I can sense it immediately and come back to help you."

Jian Yan shook her head in protest without thinking, "No, how can I come to you in a way that hurts you?"

She felt so sorry about that, she felt even more guilty towards this man, and it was even more difficult for her to leave him!