The seven-color vine immediately stood up energetically, and several branches grabbed the three weird things that kept yelling, dragged them over hard, and smashed them one by one in front of Jun Lin with three bang bang bang sounds.
Ah, bah, bah, bah! The three weird-looking guys took a mouthful of mud one after another. Before they could get up, they couldn't wait to spit out the grass foam and dust in their mouths.
Three pairs of red eyes looked angrily at the seven-color vine hanging in the air, twisting triumphantly.
This angry look made Qise Teng's hair suddenly explode, and the violence factor in his body became active again. The dark vine turned into a whip shadow, and when it was about to fall, he unexpectedly saw someone on the side purse his lips and say nothing, with an impatient expression on his face.
The ultimate king's arrival.
Therefore, Xiaoqi's classmate quickly shrank back, huddled aside obediently, hid behind the tree and looked around, not daring to act recklessly.
Jun Lin gently put Ni Tian back into the recliner, casually created a barrier to block out the surrounding sounds, and then turned to look at the three weird people who barely stood up and were less than one meter tall.
, there was a bit of shiver in his eyes.
"You are..."
"Plop!"
"Plop——"
The three of them fell in front of him one after another and shouted with tears in their eyes, "Dudi."
"Honga!"
"Achico!"
"I have met your noble Highness."
Jun Lin frowned slightly and looked at the three people in front of him thoughtfully. He pondered for a moment and then said, "Are you... from the Demon Lotus tribe?"
In his inherited memory, there are not many memories about his own clan members, as if they were deliberately sealed away, but after all, there are still some vague and fleeting impressions.
Referring to the weird images of these three monsters, he can basically confirm that these are the lower third-level members of their ancient Demon Lotus Clan. In his vague memory, there is still a little bit of classification of the Demon Lotus Clan into the third, sixth, and ninth ranks.
Impressive.
Naturally, the closer you are to the first level, the sooner you can change your form. On the surface, the people of the lower third level are closer to the demon form, while the people of the upper third level are naturally closer to the human form.
As for the pure-blooded Demon Lotus who have leaped above the ninth level, there are basically only a handful of them in the clan, and they all come from the bloodline of the Demon Lotus royal family.
Back then, when the ancient Demon Lotus clan was at its peak, among a hundred descendants of the Demon Lotus royal clan, there might not be a single pure-blooded Demon Lotus. This was due to the nobleness and complexity of the bloodline, which was also mixed with innate spiritual root mutations and so on.
, unpredictable factors.
It’s not that being born in the Demon Lotus royal family can have anything to do with the pure-blood Demon Lotus. It can be said that luck is a very subtle thing. But all the tribesmen know that only the Demon Lotus royal family has a chance of pure-blood demons appearing.
Lian, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people, even for the upper class nobles, it is impossible. This is an ancient inheritance that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Therefore, the birth of every pure-blood demon lotus basically marks his identity as the next clan king.
Jun Lin sorted through the relatively vague inheritance memories, his eyes paused on the three people for a moment, and said to himself rather helplessly, "Didn't I say that they are all dead..."
At that time, all the ancient surviving tribes were under various external attacks, but it was not just the Demon Lotus tribe that suffered a catastrophic destruction. All the nine ancient surviving tribes were attacked, and even the elven tribes, who were indifferent to the world, could not fare well.
You can imagine how tragic the battle was.
But seeing the three lower-class tribesmen in front of him, Jun Lin's eyes flashed and he thought: So... Actually, there are still a small number of tribesmen who survived that catastrophe.
In fact, this is not surprising.
After all, the Dragon Clan, which was attacked as fiercely as the Demon Lotus Clan, didn't have so many lively dragons still staying in their world at this moment.
However, what puzzled him was why his tribe would attack his Tianer?
Naturally, Junlin couldn't be happy, and he couldn't feel any sense of intimacy with these three weird guys in front of him after a long separation.
There was even a hint of alienation and coldness in the man's eyes, "Tell me, why did you suddenly attack my Tian'er?"
Don't think that he will let them go if they are tribesmen. Anyone who attempts to harm his Tian'er, whether human or beast, will automatically be classified as an enemy by him, and will only die.
There is no reason, and no reason is needed. From beginning to end, he is the Jun Lin who will protect Tian'er no matter where he is.
The three demon lotus clan members of the lower third class were obviously frightened by the cold tone of the young and noble Lord in front of them, and their expressions were a little more panicked. "Your Highness, please calm down."
"We did this entirely because..." Du Di paused and looked at the man in front of him with cold eyes, unable to speak anymore.
"Because?" There was a hint of coldness in the man's eyes. It was precisely because he noticed this coldness that the three of them looked at each other, and they became increasingly unable to speak completely.
Du Di stammered a few words of admiration, then suddenly fell to the ground and said with tears in his eyes, "Your Highness, your whole body exudes the blood aura of the most noble descendant of our family, a pure-blooded royal family! How can this be possible?
To be mixed up with such a tiny human being.”
"So." Jun Lin's eyes fell completely silent, with a hint of elusive depression and coldness in them.
"We finally found Your Highness, please come back to your clan with us." The three of them were lying on the ground, their thin shoulders trembling, and they shouted with uncontrollable excitement.
Jun Lin ignored them and completely turned a blind eye to their excited emotions. He just continued what he said coldly and said with an indifferent and cold expression, "So you just really wanted to take my Tian'er's life."
Only then did the three of them notice the chill in his tone, and they involuntarily began to shrink their bodies, their eyes showing fear.
"Really?" Jun Lin said these two words with an indifferent expression. However, he was already extremely sure in his heart that these three people just wanted to take away his Tian'er's life.
Then, there is nothing more to say!
In an instant, a bloody red flame jumped out of his palm, and he threw it towards the three people.
The burning hot flames can engulf three Demon Lotus tribesmen with just a tiny bit of it.
At this critical moment, I heard a scolding sound coming from mid-air, "Your Majesty, please be merciful——"
"Ah!" At this time, Du Di was the first to bear the brunt, and the burning flames had already ignited his coat, boiling and burning.
The visitor hurriedly grabbed Du Di with one hand, condensed a hand of cold mist, and covered half of Du Di's burned body, and tried his best to control the bloody flames that wanted to peel off Du Di's body.
But soon the man discovered that the rising blood flames, covered by the cold mist, were not only not under control, but were instead boiling even more wildly!