lost in the jungle

In the quiet stone house, a beam of bright light shone in through the gap opened by the stone door.

Wen Feng was lying on the large stone bed, his face sunk into the clean animal skin blanket under him that still smelled of sunshine, his lazy body refused to move.

More than a week had passed since that day, but Wen Feng could not forget the birdman imprisoned in the stone house for a long time.

Putting his arms on his cheeks, wrapping his head around his head, tightly covering the surroundings, he opened his eyes buried in the animal skin, and what he saw was pitch black.

The stone house in the depths of the tribe seemed to have become Wen Feng's taboo, he tried his best not to think of it, desperately wanted to forget it.

Even if he usually stayed in the stone house and had nothing to do, Wen Feng would never go near that place again.

The first thing I do when I wake up every morning is to press my stomach, fearing that something is growing in my stomach that I don't know.

Every time he presses his stomach until it becomes red, swollen and painful, Wen Feng feels helpless for his nervous behavior.

Even if something really grows in the stomach, can it be easily killed with just a few presses?

Wen Feng has always had a deep understanding of the powerful vitality of alien beasts.

Perhaps, the reason why those bird people were locked up was because they didn't want to reproduce for the strange beasts, they were forced to, so the strange beasts locked them all up, Wen Feng comforted himself like this.

Although I was forced to be crushed by Vikas because I couldn't resist, I wouldn't run away, and I couldn't escape with my own strength, so Vikas had no reason to lock him up, and Wen Feng didn't believe Vikas either. Will do this to myself.

After figuring this out, Wen Feng felt a little better, not as frightened as he was a few days ago.

The slender legs, naked, protruded from the blanket, slid down the stone bed, stepped on the hard stone slab, and there was a soft soreness deep in the tailbone.

Wen Feng let out a muffled groan, and his body fell weakly towards the stone slab, his outstretched arm was dangerously grabbing the stone bed of his body.

"Shit! That damned beast!" A vulgar curse came out of his mouth, and two blushes appeared on Wen Feng's white and tender cheeks.

With a long body, swaying from side to side, Wen Feng staggered towards the other side of the stone house with stumbling steps.

In the large stone house, on a flat stone slab, there is a huge round wooden barrel filled with clear water.

We have been together for a long time, because we know that Wen Feng needs to wash his body with water every morning when he wakes up, Vikas will specially prepare a bucket of clean water and put it in the stone house before disappearing every day.

The moving legs, the red and swollen acupuncture points that could not be completely closed, viscous liquid flowed out, slid into the deep buttocks, and slowly meandered down along the straight and bare long legs, a strong smell diffused in the air .

Holding the finger on the edge of the wooden barrel, the fingertips were white, and the back of the smooth nail was printed with a strong pink color, and the white tooth shell bit his lower lip. Wen Feng held his breath, and lifted his right leg vigorously to step into the wooden barrel inside.

"Hmm~" The thighs were raised high, the sore waist was bent, and there was a pulling pain deep in the lumbar spine.

Holding his arms on the edge of the barrel, Wen Feng took a few breaths, gritted his teeth, kicked off his left leg, which was tense on the ground, and slid into the water.

The calm wooden barrel swayed with snow-white water splashes, splashed on the flat stone slab, and gathered into a pool of shallow water stains.

Withdrawing his hands that were clinging to the side of the wooden barrel, Wen Feng let out a sigh of relief, and with his outstretched palms, he stroked the smooth skin, and began to wash his body seriously.

Gently poking the red and swollen acupuncture point with his finger, a sharp tingling pain came, Wen Feng gasped, and decided to give up the plan to wash his lower body for the time being.

In fact, when he wakes up tomorrow morning, Wen Feng will find that the distended lower abdomen from last night has inexplicably disappeared, leaving only a small amount of fluid in his back acupoint.

Wen Feng would not think that Vikas took the initiative to get out those liquids while he was drowsy, because Vikas was unwilling to pull his things out of Wen Feng's body until everything was over, and even Don't talk about getting out the liquid that you have worked so hard to inject.

After soaking in the water for a long time, Wen Feng slowly crawled out of the barrel when white wrinkles began to appear on his fingertips.

Casually covering it with a thin leather blanket that has had its fluff removed, Wen Feng picked up a huge fruit next to it, and bit into it bit by bit.

The legs that were striding forward were wet with water stains, leaving a pair of soaked footprints on the flat stone slab, and Wen Feng swayed slowly on the stone bed.

Wen Feng, who was lying on the blanket, took out a heavy pouch from a dark place under the stone bed with his arms hanging down.

The pouch is made of a special stomach pouch of a certain animal, and Wen Feng uses it to hold the juice of the repellent grass that he squeezed out a little bit, which is much more convenient to use than before.

Applying the juice of the repellent grass to several key parts of himself that were vulnerable to attack, Wen Feng put the pouch back to the corner of the cool stone bed, stretched his limbs, and emptied them back into the blanket.

With dry skin, a full stomach, and the faint fragrance of herbs in the nostrils, the inertia hidden in the body blatantly came out.

Closing his thin eyelids, Wen Feng decided to rest for half a day, and then go out in the afternoon to finish building the semi-finished stove outside the stone house.

In the quiet cave, the dim light, and the wide stone bed, Wen Feng's shallow breathing sounded regularly.

Suddenly, a shrill cry woke Wen Feng up from his sleep.

The body lying in the blanket suddenly sat up, with wide black eyes and a little confusion, Wen Feng thought he was dreaming just now.

The shrill screams came over and over again, the vibrating eardrums brought a faint tingling pain, Wen Feng, who was sitting on the stone bed, finally confirmed that he was not hallucinating.

Putting on his clothes hastily, and skillfully pushed open the stone door, Wen Feng rushed out quickly.

Standing on the open muddy ground, with the planting land cultivated by himself at his feet, Wen Feng suddenly lost his direction and didn't know where he should go.

It was the first time that the birdman's miserable cry reached the stone house where he was. What kind of painful thing was he going through?

If I really passed by, would I see any pictures that made me even more unacceptable.

Wen Feng panicked and stood in front of his stone house in a daze.

There are strange beasts passing by quickly, running straight towards the depths of the tribe.

The birdman's shrill cry that seemed to consume all his life was heard sharply, and the extremely uncoordinated and terrifying body of the birdman was constantly emerging in front of him, stimulating his tense nerves over and over again. Wen Feng watched the situation deep in the tribe. Black eyes, out of focus.

There was another shrill cry, and Vikas appeared, with his long silver tail swaying unconsciously behind him, and with his vigorous limbs, he landed firmly in front of Wen Feng.

Looking at Vikas's familiar and deep face, the strong ups and downs of emotions miraculously stabilized.

"Take me there." Wen Feng said softly to Vikas, raising his head with some kind of absolute firmness.

Wen Feng clearly knew that he wanted to see that bird man, even though he knew it might not be a beautiful picture, he still wanted to see it.

Deep down in his heart, Wen Feng realized that Birdman's current appearance is very likely to be his future appearance, or the appearance when he was pregnant with Vikas's heir one day.

Although he is a male and has no reproductive system, Wen Feng really didn't see any female characteristics in that bird man except for the high protruding belly.

Now that I have appeared on this planet, what else is impossible?

No matter what, I want to live on, and I want to live until the day when I die of old age naturally, and I will never succumb to fate.

Everything is for better survival, Wen Feng told himself in his heart.

Vikas' slightly drooping animal head and icy animal eyes stared silently at the fragile creature standing upright in front of him. It seemed that something was supporting this creature. Vikas couldn't tell, but felt that such a warm front was abnormal. It's so dazzling that I can't take my eyes off it.

The thick arms gently hugged Wen Feng in front of him, Vikas swung the silver tail vigorously, and the tall and strong body leaned forward, and shot out quickly.

The gust of wind raised Wen Feng's shiny black hair high, exposing his smooth forehead.

In the blink of an eye, they had already appeared outside the stone house deep in the tribe.

In the towering stone house, the huge stone door was wide open, the bright light dispelled the darkness in the stone house, and the three birdmen clearly appeared in the sight of the strange beast.

In the middle is a birdman who is firmly tied to the stone wall, with its mouth wide open, screaming in pain, and a thin layer of belly below him protrudes shockingly.

Wen Feng, who was held in Vikas's arms, covered his ears in discomfort, and stared straight at the birdman in the stone house with a pair of deep black eyes, seeming to be unusually calm.

Around the stone house, more and more strange beasts gathered from all directions. The huge beast eyes were fixed on the bird man Gao Long's belly, with a kind of ardor that made Wen Feng's heart startled.

The skinny birdman in the stone house struggled weakly with his tightly bound limbs, and the two bare wings behind him never stopped flapping.

There was a violent convulsion in the stomach below him, the sharp cry stopped abruptly, and the birdman's mouth opened wide, and a dark red blood column suddenly spewed out.

It seemed that there was a huge wound inside the body, and the bird man could no longer sing, and blood gushed out of his throat continuously.

Standing upright, the palm covering Vikas' chest lightly pushed, Wen Feng signaled Vikas to put himself down.

Wen Feng with his legs on the ground, his dark eyes seemed to swallow all the light, and he couldn't see the light.