lost in the jungle

Today Wen Feng got up early in the morning, when he pushed open the stone door, cool air rushed in, blowing away the thick smell in the stone house, taking a deep breath of fresh air mixed with the smell of grass, it was another brand new day.

With a good mood, Wen Feng walked on the path in front of the door with somewhat sore steps.

Without letting Vikas intervene, after a few days, Wen Feng successfully built a stone hearth next to the stone house.

On the stove, a deep crack had been cut out of the hard shell, Wen Feng stepped out, stuck his fingertips into the crack, and with his raised elbow, he forcefully broke it open.

With a click, the shell of the fruit cracked open, revealing milky white and round fruit grains inside.

Curved fingertips scraped the fruit pieces into the bone pot row by row, Wen Feng turned around and lifted a wooden lid next to it, scooped out a few ladles of water, and poured it into the bone pot.

The milky white fruit pieces are floating in the clear water, and the small round ones collide with each other softly.

This is a delicious food newly discovered by Wen Feng. The raw fruit has a bitter taste, but if it is cooked, the bitter taste in the flesh will disappear automatically, and it will melt with the water, making it wet and sticky It is a sticky whole piece, exuding a kind of aroma of rice, and it has a slight sweetness in the mouth.

Wen Feng became obsessed with this kind of food after just the first bite, and has been eating it for several days in a row without any feeling of boredom.

It must be because it has the taste of hometown, Wen Feng stared at the floating fruit in the bone pot, with a layer of yearning in his eyes.

Shaking the clear water in the bone pot, he felt that it was almost ready, Wen Feng put the bone pot into the round hole on the stove, squatted down, and picked up two flints on the ground.

It was after Wen Feng had described these two pieces of flint for a long time that Vikas realized it and found them for himself.

Normally, when Vikas made a fire, he only needed to rub his two animal claws effortlessly to splash a large amount of sparks and ignite the wood easily. Therefore, when Wen Feng made a gesture of lighting the fire to Vikas at first, Vikas Si thought that what Wen Feng needed was a pair of animal claws.

No matter how many prey's claws there are in his hands, it is impossible for the weak sparks from friction to ignite the flames with his own strength.

Wen Feng was rather curious, where did Vikas find these two pieces of flint and steel, next time he has a chance to ask himself.

After that incident, the relationship between Wen Feng and Vikas became much closer.

It is also possible that he unilaterally thinks it is closeness, because he understands the reason why Vikas often changes his attitude, and every time Vikas suddenly becomes indifferent, Wen Feng can gradually feel relieved.

In Vikas' heart, he always had to die before his eyes, or at the hands of his heirs.

If he has feelings for himself now, Vikas will only be left with grief in the future. After all, he indirectly killed himself.

It would be very unwise for a strange beast to get too close to a creature that was likely to give birth to a cub for him.

But Wen Feng still hoped that Vikas could always remember himself, remember that there was such a creature in this jungle.

Holding the flint in both palms, rubbing it vigorously, the hot sparks shot into the dry grass leaves, and the orange-red flower seedlings were slowly burning.

Wen Feng lifted the hay upside down, and put the rapidly growing flames into the bottom of the stone stove where the wood was placed.

From the burning stove, a wisp of cooking smoke slowly drifts away, a white mass, dissipating in the empty tribe.

Steam was rising from the bone pot, and Wen Feng took a long-handled bone spoon, and from time to time, gently stirred the rapidly expanding fruit pieces to make the whole piece of fruit cake more even.

A black shadow suddenly appeared on the stove, Wen Feng subconsciously turned his head to look, he was startled, the bone spoon in his hand slipped into the bubbling bone pot, and his legs and feet moved back a little. stride.

The long hair on the forehead was tied behind the head, revealing a pair of beautiful black eyes, staring nervously at the cub that suddenly appeared on the stove.

The bloody scene of the cub's birth is still fresh in Wen Feng's memory, and he can't help being very afraid of this cub, which is much smaller than other strange beasts.

The cub squatting on the stove, with a pair of watery black animal eyes, looked curiously at the tumbling fruit in the bone pot.

With its lowered back, moving limbs, and the slender tail swaying slightly behind it, the cub moved a little closer to the bone pot.

He straightened his upper body and sat down on the hot stove. The long tail hanging behind him swung over, as if he wanted to plunge into the boiling water.

Seeing this, Wen Feng couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the wooden cover beside him, and slammed it on the bone pot to block the cub's long tail.

It's not that the powerful cub will get burned, what Wen Feng cares about is that this tail, which has touched countless things, sticks into the bone pot, and the food he has been busy all morning will be scrapped.

The blocked cub seemed to notice Wen Feng at the side at this time. His black animal eyes fixed on Wen Feng's eyes of the same color as his own, staring curiously.

The slender black tail vigorously slapped the stone stove behind him, shaking his small chest, making a muffled sound, and yelled at Wen Feng one after another.

Wen Feng, who was standing by the stove, was a little confused about the situation, and vaguely felt that the cub was talking to him, but Wen Feng couldn't distinguish the muffled low noises.

Before Wen Feng could respond, the cub vigorously slapped the thin tail of the sturdy stone stove, feeling a little anxious.

The fluffy white fur on the top of its head trembled in the air. The cub stood up suddenly, kicked its hind legs on the ground, and shot out like an arrow. Fluorescence of excitement is flowing.

Wen Feng, who was standing on the ground blankly, stared in horror at the sharp animal claws that were getting closer and closer to him with his widened black eyes, and was unable to dodge in time.Could it be that he is destined to die today?

A silver arc flashed across quickly, and with a loud bang, the cub pounced on Wen Feng was sent flying. The cub's petite body curled up into a ball and rolled onto the hard muddy ground.

Vikas jumped over suddenly, standing tall in front of Wen Feng, with his mouth open, revealing a mouthful of sharp animal teeth, and growled ferociously at the cub on the ground.

The cub crawled up from the ground in embarrassment, with wide-open eyes, looking straight over, as if it wanted to see Wen Feng behind Vikas.

With perplexity in his eyes, mixed with obvious injuries, the cub turned around and ran away quickly, disappearing behind a stone house.

Vikas watched the cub leave coldly, a trace of oppressive gloom flashed across his deep eyes.

A burnt smell came, and Wen Feng managed to recover from the cub's fright. He lifted the wooden cover, and the original milky white fruit cake was surrounded by a layer of burnt yellow.

Wen Feng squatted down in a hurry, pulled out the burning wood from the stone stove, and when he stood up again, he was surprised to find that the hot bone pot in the stove had been brought out at some point and placed on the stove. flat surface.

"Thank you~" Wen Feng raised his head and gave Vikas a big smile, not only because of the bone pot, but also because of the cub just now.

If Vikas hadn't slapped the cub away, he would have been injured today. Wen Feng didn't want to feel the pain of those sharp animal claws piercing his body.

The golden animal eyes stared fixedly at the fragile creature who seemed to be in a very happy mood, and said nothing.

Vikas found that he couldn't understand this extremely fragile creature more and more. He thought that after knowing that, he would struggle, resist, and even commit suicide, just like those captured by them. Like Birdman.

But apart from that reckless escape, Wen Feng did not do any behavior that could be called low-resistance, and it seemed that even the previous depressed mood disappeared.

The mating every night was also very cooperative, and even pointed out that he did some behaviors that made the other party feel comfortable. Vikas was puzzled, not knowing what the creature was thinking.

Did you give up hope of living?But Wen Feng seemed to be living very relaxed and happy every day, even the cub's almost fatal attack on him just now, he quickly calmed down, and he was busy with his food again in the blink of an eye.

If Wen Feng started to plan, start to resist, and start to become hysterical, maybe Vikas could still be as ruthless and brutal as other strange beasts treat their reproductive tools.

But Wen Feng's fragile body, which is different from other birdmen, has already attracted Vikas' attention. This is the first time that Vikas has tried to pay attention to a creature so carefully.

At first, it was because Wen Feng was different from other creatures in fragility. Gradually, Vikas found himself unknowingly attracted to this creature, and occasionally did things he had never done before.

This makes Vikas panic, even angry, as Vikas finds himself out of control.

The longer we got along, the more obvious this feeling of losing control became. In order to stabilize his mind, Vikas had to reduce the contact time with Wen Feng, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

Staying in the jungle with nothing to do every day, the time passed extremely slowly, and sometimes Vikas would unconsciously appear on the edge of the jungle, hiding among the dense branches and leaves, watching Wen Feng appearing outside the stone house.

Vikas told himself silently that this was because he was worried that this fragile creature would encounter dangers he hadn't considered.

The whole day's torment will only make me yearn for Wen Feng even more at night, plunder endlessly, and be reluctant to leave.

After this creature fulfills its purpose and dies, he should be able to return to normal immediately, suppressing the unease in his heart because of his own thoughts, Vikas's cold beast, with a ghost Shen's perseverance.

"Get out of the way, I'm going back to the house to get the bone bowl." Wen Feng pushed Vikas who was blocking the path.

For Vikas's intermittent convulsions, Wen Feng has become so used to it that he can take it calmly, even every time he sees Vikas' cold and beastly face that suddenly darkens, Wen Feng still has a dark and refreshing feeling.

On the towering snow-capped mountains, the low-pitched roars of alien beasts came from afar, carrying a warning of danger. On the white snow slopes, a few black spots could be faintly seen sliding down from the tops of the snow-capped mountains around the basin.