Ancient elf as husband

The separation between life and death was still going on down there, and it seemed a bit inappropriate for them to be intimate on this occasion.

Molix didn't have too much entanglement with her. Entering the true body would double his strength. He didn't want to get too entangled with her anymore. He wanted to resolve it as soon as possible and then have sex with her.

More thorns and vines rise from the ground, standing high and waving in the air, which is a rich visual feast.

The vines wrapped around the beast suddenly threw away the half-dead creature. The thorny vines were like sweeping fallen leaves, driving out all the pests with their thorns.

As soon as Lai Lang came over, he was met by the bruised Du Li who was thrown to his feet.

He couldn't believe it and knelt down to help him up, "Dooley..."

"Dooley! How are you!"

Du Li was completely unconscious. There was very little breath exhaled from his nose. His whole body was full of holes, and his whole body seemed to have been soaked in a pool of blood.

Lai Lang's voice was full of energy, and it was difficult to shout loudly without attracting anyone's attention.

Seeing him, everyone seemed to see the backbone and moved closer to him.

Molix's driving posture paused, and his sharp blue eyes looked at him, full of disgust and ridicule.

Higher creatures don't bother to compare with lower animals. This is a very cheap thing. A certain man has violated his sacred elegance without even knowing it.

The thorny vines stood tall, like a coiled snake, enjoying the desperation of its prey.

Lai Lang raised his head and looked at the dignified man who had appeared in front of him at some point. His heartbeat stopped and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The distance between them was only less than two meters. The man's holy and dignified appearance looked down upon all living beings, like a god admiring the ants in the world from above, which was a symbol of strength.

Lai Lang didn't know what he was doing all of a sudden, but the pressure he felt was not as strong as usual, and his legs felt like they were weighing a thousand pounds and were so weak.

This is where Jian Yan can completely see. The man didn't follow the routine and ran over there. By chance, he confronted the muscular man she had complimented casually...

Her heart tightened and she had an ominous premonition.

"Molix, what are you doing?"

As the two stood facing each other, she realized that the man was still so tall, a head taller than him.

Compared with Molix's slender and perfect figure, Lai Lang's body looks short and bloated, and he doesn't feel that strong and strong.

A certain man looked at him with unscrupulous eyes, and suddenly his figure rushed forward, and his aggressive hands grabbed his neck at a speed that he couldn't react at all.

Without any effort at all, he tightened his big hand and lifted it up like a rag.

"You are worthy of comparing yourself with me? You are really overestimating your abilities."

Lai Lang's face was pale, the pain in his neck, and the gradually thinning air were destroying his nerves. He struggled wildly, but his strong arms felt the disparity in strength at this moment, unable to change his ending.

He couldn't understand what he meant, and as his consciousness became increasingly confused, despair crept into his pupils.

The tribesmen who witnessed it with their own eyes did not dare to express their anger. They had seen the strength of this terrifying man, and there was nothing they could do.

But seeing that Lai Lang was about to lose his vitality, and his kicking legs were getting smaller and smaller, some of the deeply affectionate ethnic people couldn't help but rush forward, "Let Lai Lang go, don't kill him!"

Molix didn't even move his brows. He just felt happy looking at this weak and helpless face. He turned his eyes to the woman who was leaning out half of her body over there.

Look, what’s the use of being strong?