Ancient elf as husband

Chief Yeyan, who was questioned by his own people, did not know that his cautious actions had won the favor of the elf.

He looked at the dwindling meat and frowned, "If this continues, this meat will never survive the winter. This meat will have been squandered before the snow falls. What should we do...how will they leave."

It hasn't snowed yet, and these prey are kept alive in cages. Killing one means having to eat the whole one. Last night, in order to express their sincerity, they killed four different game animals.

The wounds of the tribal men have not healed, and there is no way to fill them with new meat. If this happens again, they will starve to death in winter.

"Oh? Do you really expect me to leave?"

The clan leader was frightened, turned around and saw that the thorns and vines had seeped in, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Did he hear it?

The voice was cold, "Why come out and huddle at home?"

Molix glanced at the thatched doorframe that was level with him, showing disgust, and he drew a vine to sit down.

He was actually outside, and it could be seen from the answer just now that he also heard his complaints.

The patriarch's heartbeat almost stopped, his face lost color, and his body was trembling with fear.

He raised his trembling hand, not daring to imagine what his expression would look like behind the door, and whether it would be the day of his death.

Molix's patience was not cheap. He didn't hear his movement for a few seconds and immediately activated the vines to catch him out.

As soon as it was activated, the door was quickly opened.

What caught his eyes was the half-aged face of Patriarch Yeyan. He was trembling all over, and before he could say a word, he knelt down in front of him.

"Lord Elf, please forgive me. I didn't mean any disrespect. I just said something unintentionally. I didn't really want you to leave."

Molix half-opened his eyes, looking at him so frightened that he was speechless.

Of course he knew it well, he had heard them talking about how to drive him out countless times, but this time he happened to be caught in front of them.

Although he felt very unhappy, Molix remembered his purpose and restrained himself.

The patriarch had been kneeling for a long time, and there was no movement in front of him. He couldn't help but quietly raised his head to see his reaction.

Just when he raised his head, before he could see clearly, a vine hit him fiercely.

The clan leader reacted quickly and covered his face with his arms. A lightning-fast blow slapped him to the ground. The sharp thorns pierced into the skin and cut through the skin like the tip of a knife with the movement of the vines.

Molix's expression remained as usual, but the green eyes under his eyes were a bit cruel, "If I hear you talking about me in front of me again, I will sacrifice your life to heaven first!"

Even behind his back, if he dared to do this in front of him, he was really impatient with his life.

Chief Yeyan did not dare to move, even though his body hurt so much that beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, "Yes, sir..."

Molix walked along without trying to hide anything, and he was naturally followed by some curious onlookers, some of whom were unconvinced. They watched him walk towards the patriarch's house and caught up with him to see what he was going to do.

Now the scene of the patriarch is deeply unforgettable, and everyone dare not breathe, even those who disobey him are timid.

The spikes on the vine were indeed not fake. As soon as the vine was slapped, the blood flowed all over the ground along with the flood that opened the gate.

The big devil turned around with blue eyes, and the person he was staring at ran faster than a rabbit.

Molix sneered coldly, "I didn't come to you today just to whip you. Come with me."