He closed his eyes and recuperated with glowing green brilliance, and countless man-eating vines surrounded him and succumbed to his feet.

Tang Ni's cheeks were tied in the air by his hair, and looking at this magical scene, he couldn't help but speak, "What's the matter with you and these man-eating vines?" ”

It seems like... Something else.

Monrosses opened a slit and glanced over with turquoise eyes, "What man-eating vine?" ”

Tang Ni grabbed a tender vine that was climbing up from the side, "This." ”

A man looked at her with a strange look, didn't know what to think of, paused, and suddenly looked like this, and she wondered if she was asking a question.

Monrosis was relieved and a little helpless, "My body is called the Thorn Vine, not the Cannibal Vine, how have you ever seen me a cannibal." ”

Give him a nickname, he's not a carnivorous plant.

Tang Ni has three question marks on his head, and he is called a man-eating vine in the plot, hasn't he eaten people yet?

Wait a minute... Now the focus doesn't seem to be this, his ontology?

Seeing that she didn't understand, Monrosis stood on a giant vine and urged her to patiently spread the knowledge of Fulu Island while shuttling through the forest.

"Every elf here is a derivative of a plant, and my essence is the thorn vine, coiled in every corner of this land."

After being told in such a simple and detailed way, Tang Ni made it clear, and couldn't help but recall that when he drew his sword to suck the blood of the vine, the vine that was sucked trembled and turned into decay.

Thinking like this, he asked, "How do you feel when the vine is cut off, and does it hurt?" ”

Monroses tilted his head slightly, "As long as I don't cut off the rhizome, I'll be fine." ”

That is to say, it is okay to cut off one or two rattans, and before he has time to relax, two long brown strands of hair broke and flew to his face.

Tang Ni was covered with face, her fingers brushed her cheeks, and two strands of hair that did not belong to her lay quietly in her hands.

Before she could react, she subconsciously looked at him, "You lost your hair..."

Facing his green eyes and catching the yin owl he revealed, Tang Ni's words were stuck in his throat.

The two strands of hair didn't stay long, and in a few seconds they came to naught, as if they had never appeared.

The man pulled her into his arms, and took the initiative to protect her abnormally, and his clear voice was rigorous and serious, "No ink." ”

Before Tang Ni could react, the surrounding scene was flashing rapidly, and his fluctuations were not much.

There was a sound of fighting in my ears, the rustle of branches and leaves dragging on the ground was muffled, and the wind hit my face like a sharp blade.

The fresh smell of grass came to his face, and his arms tightened until the wind around him stopped.

Tang Ni looked up, shocked by the scene below.

Countless stumps and leaves were everywhere, and the broken thorn vines were still flowing with blood and blood stained the earth, and a steady stream of vines came up to die.

A few more strands of hair fell before her eyes, dissipating into the world.

Monrosis's pupils shrank, and there was obviously a trace of trance and sadness in the light of his eyes, which was just caught by the person who had just raised his head.

After all, it is his husband, even if he makes himself unhappy, this is a fact that cannot be changed.

Tang Ni couldn't stop feeling distressed, sat up straight in his arms and held his head in his arms without saying a word, "You don't feel it, it hurts, do you......"

There was a sense of belonging in her arms, and Montroses couldn't help but bury herself in it, holding her hands tightened.

She was right, the plant produced a spirit, which can restore the missing functional system, and although he does not die, it is equivalent to being slashed.

The people fighting below are already scarred and still pestering.

Tang Ni looked at it coldly, and from their bloodstained faces, he could see that they were the group of people he had met before, and at this time they were covered in blood, and he didn't know if it was his own or the thorn vines.

I kindly reminded them to run, but they still didn't run until now?

The daggers and blades in their hands, as well as the bloodstains on their bodies that are covered in blood, can also be seen at a glance to be camouflage civilian clothes, the ruthlessness of their hands, and the vigor of their bodies.

It is not difficult to see that this group of people is extraordinary, especially the eyes, each one is tougher than the other.

"Stop!"

There was a loud sound with anger from above, and the few people who were fighting and the vines paused and looked up.

I saw a woman holding a long-haired man caressing his back and comforting him, and he was glaring at them condescendingly.

Someone recognized her immediately, and several people gasped and saw her circling around but not attacking her, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and they were nervously vigilant.

Behind them, the giant vines that bowed down to their subordinates were larger than all of them, and they unanimously fixed their targets on them, as if they would riot at the slightest order.

Montroses emerged from the woman's arms, and at this moment he was furious in the face of these invaders, and his pure emerald green eyes were stained with murderous blood.

Elves are simple by nature and never warlike, but these outsiders have hurt the creatures here again and again, and he can't wait to break them into pieces even if he is not warlike.

He had been shocked by the fluctuations here when he came out of the earth forest before, and a source of life was absorbed and powerlessly made his expression solemn, but the smell had disappeared now.

The big bony hand was raised, and Monrosis pursed his thin lips, his eyebrows furrowed, "I have the right to punish foreign invaders." ”

As soon as the words fell, countless giant vines around him who had been waiting for a long time rushed towards the people below like a flood of fierce beasts, and the vines around them surrounded them, forming a life and death platform.

One of these giant vines is thigh-thick, and several of them are braided together, so there is nowhere to hide.

The faces of the people below were nervous, and they scattered to form a formation, trying to break through.

A man who was being chased and pumped was still looking at her in his busy schedule, but more often than not, looking at Monrosses, "Sir, where have we offended you, we have to be forgiving and forgiving." ”

And where would the man who was angry pay attention to his words, the anger in his eyes couldn't be stopped, and his long brown hair exploded and fluffed up.

The hair on the cheeks flew up, revealing two unusual pointed ears, and it was difficult not to notice it with an alternative outfit.

Monrosis couldn't make sense, and the man looked around at the brothers and sisters who were in trouble who had delayed their lives, and his pretended calm expression fluctuated.

The eyes fell on the woman who was held in the arms of the man, her pure black hair, round and small human ears, and her clothes were very close to modern times.

With the mentality of giving it a try, the man spoke again, this time with grievances, "Miss, can we have something to say, you also specially reminded us to run fast before, we all remember, as a kind of people, I would like to ask your subordinates to be merciful." ”

His expression was pleading, his dirty face could only be seen by a pair of dark pupils, and he was struggling to cut branches to fight for his own blood.

Montroses grasped the point and carried the woman in his arms in front of him, "Are you in a group with them?" ”