Ji Tianxing and the three of them could see that the chief of the hornets was in a bad mood and had a very cold attitude.

They lingered, saluted the chieftain, and followed her out of the hall.

Nia led the three of them out of the palace and into the jungle at the edge of the palace.

She arranged a place for the three of them to live in different trees.

The small house where Ji Tianxing lived was located on a huge iron pear tree to the east of the palace.

Ji Ke lived on a laurel tree to the south of the palace, more than a thousand meters away from him.

Shi Zhongjian was arranged to the west of the palace, far away from Ji Ke and Ji Tianxing.

Ji Tianxing vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he opened his mouth and asked Nia: "Princess Nia, why do you have to arrange it like this?"

I hope you can rearrange our accommodation, so that the three of us can live next to each other and take care of each other. ”

Nia explained apologetically, "I'm very sorry, but our tribe doesn't have a guest room for entertaining, and we rarely visit from guests.

These three rooms were vacated by the tribesmen, and they were relatively close to the royal palace and not far from each other.

If you change to another room, it will be farther away, and please bear with me. ”

Since Nia explained so, Ji Tianxing couldn't say anything more.

Ji Ke and Shi Zhongjian didn't feel anything wrong, and after thanking Nia, they went to their respective rooms.

Ji Tianxing also entered the small house and settled down.

Although, this small house is only ten meters square, and it is perched between the branches like a large mushroom.

But the house has bedrooms, living room and study, which are clean and tidy furnished.

It's a pity that the room is too small and too short, and Ji Tianxing can only bend over and walk around.

The bed in the bedroom was even more pitiful, and it was impossible to sleep at all.

He could only sit cross-legged on the bed and silently exercise pranayama.

Soon, night fell.

The colorful forest became dim and quiet, and only the sound of insects in the jungle could be heard.

All around was quiet, and the big trees in the jungle were lit up by the branches and leaves.

The royal palace not far away is also lit up with a few lights.

Ji Tianxing sat on the small wooden bed, recalling the scenes that happened during the day, and always felt that something was wrong.

But he pondered for a while, but he couldn't think of what was wrong.

"The elves seemed friendly and welcoming, and I hope I'm overly concerned. ”

He gathered his thoughts, released his spiritual sense, and leaned towards the room where Ji Ke was, wanting to see how Ji Ke was doing.

However, his spiritual sense could only detect a radius of 1,300 meters, and it was still a hundred meters away from Ji Ke's room.

After hesitating for a moment, he quietly left the room, flew more than a hundred meters to the south, and landed silently on a large tree.

At this time, his spiritual sense was able to probe Ji Ke's room.

Ji Ke's room was quiet, she was sitting on a small wooden bed meditating and cultivating, silently recovering her true yuan.

Ji Tianxing observed for a moment and saw that she was fine, so he was finally relieved.

He withdrew his spiritual sense and returned to his room, ready to practice.

But at this moment, in the night outside the window, there was a sudden sound of wind breaking through the air.

The wind was quiet, like the sound of a bird flapping its wings and rolling up the air.

If it weren't for Ji Tianxing's keen perception, he wouldn't have heard it at all.

He subconsciously released his spiritual sense to probe, and saw that in the jungle two hundred meters away, there was a group of wasps wearing golden armor, speeding from a distance, rushing to the tribal palace.

There were a total of eight wasp people, all armed with bee stinging swords, and their bodies were filled with a cold murderous aura.

They carried a grayish-brown dwarf, and ropes made of spider silk bound the dwarf's limbs, immobilizing him.

The dwarf is also only one meter tall, and looks like a lump of stone, and it looks like a pottery figure shaped from mud, which is both stocky and honest.

He had no wings, short limbs, and a strong and powerful body.

Her long brown hair was tied in three braids and tied with a hair rope made of gold thread.

Unfortunately, he suffered a lot of injuries, with several wounds on his chest and back, golden blood gushing out, and his right wrist was also severed.

He struggled desperately, and a dull growl came out of his mouth.

However, he was unable to break the rope of spider silk, let alone escape from the swords of the eight wasp guards.

The wasp guards escorted him through the dark jungle into a gate on the side of the palace, where he soon vanished.

When Ji Tianxing witnessed this scene with his own eyes, he immediately frowned, revealing a puzzled expression.

"What race is that little dwarf who looks like a mud man? He is obviously not the same kind as the elves of the Colorful Forest.

Could it be that he is the earth spirit clan that the chief said?"

He vaguely felt that the elves of the Colorful Forest did not seem to be as friendly as they seemed on the surface.

However, he didn't know much about the elves and the earth spirits, let alone the grievances between the two races.

Therefore, he could not make a conclusion about this, nor could he speculate.

After a while, he gathered his thoughts, sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, and concentrated on his exercises.

Time passed quietly, and the night grew darker and darker.

About four hours later, it was midnight in the morning.

It is half an hour before dawn, which is both the most tired and relaxing time for man, and the darkest time of the day.

Ji Tianxing was practicing Gonggong when he suddenly noticed a tingling pain in the skin all over his body, his head was faintly dizzy, and his consciousness became a little blurred.

Such a strange reaction made him wake up immediately.

He didn't hesitate to protect his body and opened his eyes.

I saw that in the dark and dark room, there were wisps of colorful mist floating in the air.

The multicolored mist, as thin as a hair, contained extremely powerful poison, floating silently and spreading throughout the room.

Ji Tianxing suddenly frowned, and a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Damn, someone deliberately poisoned it?"

While he used his skills to protect himself, he hurriedly released his spiritual sense to envelop a radius of 100 meters, enveloping the entire tree.

He immediately spotted that there were a few sneaky butterfly people in the grass under the big tree.

Those butterfly people are teaming up to perform a secret method, injecting wisps of colorful poisonous mist into the big tree.

The poisonous mist poured silently down the trunks and branches of the trees into the small house, which was really unguardable.

In addition, in the treetops not far away, there are several wasp guards in golden armor lurking.

They all held the bee sting sword, staring at Ji Tianxing's small house with cold eyes, and they were all full of murderous intent.

After just ten breaths, a few butterfly people under the big tree finished casting their spells and made a code gesture to the wasp guards in the tree.

The wasp guards couldn't hold back their killing intent, and flew towards the small house with their bee sting swords.

Their movements were very light, flying silently across the night sky, quietly burrowing into the small house where Ji Tianxing lived, without making a sound.

(End of chapter)