Ji Tianxing and the others could tell that the Wasp Chief was in a bad mood and his attitude was very cold.
They stopped staying, and after bowing to the chief and saying goodbye, they followed Nia and left the hall.
Nia took the three of them out of the palace and came to the jungle on the edge of the palace.
She arranged a place for the three of them to live, and placed them on different trees.
The small house where Ji Tianxing lived was located on a huge iron pear tree to the east of the palace.
Jike lived on a laurel tree 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 something was wrong, so he asked Nia: "Princess Nia, why are you arranging it like this?
I hope you can rearrange our accommodation so that the three of us can live close to each other and take care of each other."
Nia explained apologetically: "I'm very sorry, our tribe has not built a guest room for guests, and we rarely have guests visiting.
These three rooms were all vacated by the tribesmen. They are relatively close to the palace and not far from each other.
If we change to another room, we will be further away, so please forgive me."
Since Nia explained it like this, Ji Tianxing couldn't say anything more.
Ji Ke and Shi Zhongjian didn't feel anything was wrong. 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 stands like a big mushroom among the branches of a tree.
But there are bedrooms, living rooms and study rooms in the house, which are clean and tidy.
Unfortunately, the room was too small and short, so Ji Tianxing could only walk around bent down.
The bed in the bedroom was even smaller and pathetic, making it impossible to sleep on.
He could only sit cross-legged on the bed and silently exercise and adjust his breathing.
Soon, night fell.
The colorful forest became dim and very quiet, and only the chirping of insects in the jungle could be heard.
It was quiet all around, and there were little lights shining on the branches and leaves of the big trees in the jungle.
The palace not far away also had a few lights on.
Ji Tianxing sat on the small wooden bed, recalling the scenes that happened during the day, and always felt that something was wrong.
But after thinking about it carefully for a while, he couldn't figure out what the problem was.
"Those elves seem very friendly and enthusiastic. I hope I'm overly worried."
He calmed down his thoughts and released his spiritual consciousness to look into the room where Ji Ke was, wanting to see Ji Ke's condition.
However, his spiritual sense could only detect a radius of 1,300 meters, which was still hundreds of meters away from Ji Ke's room.
After hesitating for a moment, he quietly left the room, flew more than a hundred meters south, and landed silently on a big tree.
Only then could his spiritual sense detect Ji Ke's room.
Ji Ke's room was quiet. She was sitting on the small wooden bed meditating and practicing, silently recovering her true energy.
Ji Tianxing observed her for a moment and saw that there was nothing strange about her, and finally felt relieved.
He took back his spiritual consciousness, returned to his room, and prepared to practice Qigong.
But at this moment, in the night outside the window, there was a sudden sound of wind.
The wind was not loud, just like the sound of a bird flapping its wings and stirring up the airflow.
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 explore, and saw in the jungle two hundred meters away, a group of wasps wearing golden armor, speeding from a distance, rushing to the tribal palace.
There were a total of eight wasps, all equipped with bee-sting swords, and their bodies were filled with cold murderous aura.
They held a dwarf who was all gray-brown, and tied the dwarf's limbs with ropes made of spider silk so that he could not move.
The dwarf is only one meter tall. He looks like a lump of stone or a pottery man made of clay. He is both stocky and honest.
He has no wings, short and thick limbs, and a strong and powerful body.
Her long brown hair was tied into three braids and tied with a hair rope made of twisted gold wire.
Unfortunately, he suffered serious injuries. There were several wounds on his chest and back, with golden blood constantly pouring out. His right wrist was also cut off.
He struggled desperately and let out a dull roar.
However, he was unable to break the spider silk rope, let alone escape from the swords of the eight wasp guards.
The Wasp guards escorted him through the dark jungle, entered a gate on the side of the palace, and soon disappeared.
Ji Tianxing witnessed this scene with his own eyes and immediately frowned, showing a puzzled expression.
"What race is that dwarf who looks like a mud man? He is obviously not the same kind as the elves in Colorful Forest.
Could it be that he is the earth spirit tribe that the chief mentioned?"
He had a vague feeling that the elves in Colorful Forest were not as friendly as they seemed.
However, he didn't know much about the elves and the earth spirit tribe, let alone the grudges between the two races.
Therefore, he could not draw a conclusion on this matter, nor could he make any assumptions.
After a while, he gathered his thoughts, sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, and concentrated on practicing his exercises.
Time passed quietly, and the night became darker and darker.
About four hours later, it was Yin hour in the early morning.
This is the half hour before dawn, which is not only the time when people are most tired and relaxed, but also the darkest hour of the day.
Ji Tianxing was practicing Qigong when he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his skin, his head was slightly dizzy, and his consciousness became a little blurry.
Such a strange reaction made him wake up immediately.
He used his power to protect his body without hesitation and opened his eyes.
I saw that in the dark and lightless room, there were wisps of colorful mist floating in the air.
The colorful mist as thin as hair contained extremely powerful poison, floating silently and spreading in the room.
Ji Tianxing suddenly frowned, and a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Damn it! Someone poisoned someone on purpose?"
While using his martial arts to protect himself, he quickly released his spiritual consciousness to cover a hundred meters in radius, covering the entire tree.
He immediately detected several sneaky butterfly people in the grass under the big tree.
Those butterfly people are working together to use secret techniques to inject strands of colorful poisonous mist into the big tree.
The poisonous mist flowed silently into the small house along the trunks and branches of the trees, which was really hard to guard against.
In addition, there are several Wasp guards wearing golden armor lurking on the treetops not far away.
They all held bee-sting swords and stared at Ji Tianxing's small house with cold eyes, filled with murderous intent.
After just ten breaths, several butterfly people under the big tree finished casting their spells and gave a signal gesture to the wasp guards on the tree.
The wasp guards couldn't hold back their murderous intent and flew towards the small house with their stinging swords in hand.
Their movements were very light, they flew silently through the night sky, and quietly entered the small house where Ji Tianxing lived without making any sound.