lost in the jungle

Firmly grasping the animal skin blanket on his body, Wen Feng looked at the cub at the door in embarrassment.

Although it wasn't a big deal, and the little beast might not be able to understand the situation just now, Wen Feng was always a little embarrassed, and turned his head away uncomfortably. Wen Feng stretched his legs and kicked and lay on the bed Vikas outside.

Vikas must have noticed the intrusion of the cub just now, but he didn't tell himself anything, which made him feel ashamed this time.

The calf protruding from the blanket was about to kick Vikas' immobile thigh twice in disbelief.

The cub sitting at the door with its legs spread wide did not seem to intend to leave for a short time. Its two small claws were clasped between its legs, and a pair of round black eyes curiously looked at the two animals on the stone bed. The creatures seemed to be deterred by Vikas' oppressive force as an adult beast, and the cubs did not dare to step into the stone house rashly.

Vikas, who was lying on his side safely on the animal skin blanket, had a long silver tail swimming slowly among the fluff, sticking to Wen Feng's white and tender soles, the pointed tail was on the slightly sunken soles, Mischievously making circles.

Vikas didn't seem to care much about the cub at the door, perhaps because he clearly knew that even if he lost the ability to move his lower body now, this was a newborn cub and he was not his opponent.

There was a cold numbness in the palm, curled up toes, Wen Feng bent his knees, and stepped back.

The silver tail lying prone in the blanket, like a flexible silver snake, quickly followed, attached to Wen Feng's smooth heels, the tail covered with fine scales climbed up, and the pointed tail inserted into Wen Feng's dense and dense body. Between the toes, slowly shuttling, the smooth scales reflected fine spots of light.

Wen Feng's attention was immediately attracted by the silver tail in the blanket, he tightened his toes, curled up forcefully, and clamped the tail of Vikas's wandering.

The furry animal head rested on his thick arm, and Vikas, who was lying on his side on the stone bed, narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his plump lips slightly, as if he was having a very good time.

"Aw~ow~"

The cub sitting under the stone door keenly felt that he was being ignored, his small vibrating chest made noises, unwilling to be lonely, trying to attract the attention of the creatures in the house.

The strange cry made by the cub's immature vocal cords successfully caught Wen Feng's attention.

Grasping Vikas' restless tail with one hand, Wen Feng looked up at the cub.

The black eyes of the animal came into contact with Wen Feng's line of sight, and the cub's two slightly bent legs immediately stood up excitedly, holding on for a few seconds with difficulty. The trembling hind limbs, the cub's unbalanced upper body, Back on the slate, on all fours.

With a head of nearly transparent silver-white curly hair, the cub howled towards Wen Feng, turned around and took a small half step towards the door, then turned its head quickly, howled towards the stone bed, as if it was guiding Wen Feng Feng goes somewhere.

Wrapping himself tightly in the crude animal skin, Wen Feng pushed Vikas' silver tail wrapped around his toes, and climbed out of the bed.

Putting his arms on the animal skin blanket, he turned around carefully. In order not to get involved in the wound with a lot of blue medicine on his back, Vikas lay prone on the big bed.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, clinging to the chest on the thick animal skin blanket, making a muffled sound, warning the cub at the door not to do anything that would dissatisfy him.

Seeing Wen Feng approaching him, the cub excitedly crawled back and forth on the stone slab, smoothing the hard stone surface, leaving scratches with fine white powder.

Wen Feng stopped three steps away from the cub. Although the cub is only a small one now, it looks very cute and seems harmless, but the bloody scene when the cub was born left Wen Feng with a deep memory. Made an indelible impression.

The cub jumped out of the stone gate first, with a slender black tail swaying rapidly behind it, and its small head turned around from time to time to check whether Wen Feng behind him was following.

Wen Feng came out from the shadows and stepped out of the stone door. Vikas inside the room, the low-pitched roar from his chest suddenly became louder. It seemed that Wen Feng had left his sight, which made Vikas feel uneasy.

Wen Feng just took a few steps, and stopped on the path in front of the door. It was supposed to be the bare dirt ground that he had pulled out by himself, and Youlan's blue medicine was scattered everywhere.

Some blue medicines are only carelessly inserted in the shallow soil, some blue medicines don't even have roots, dripping leaves, blue medicine juice flowing out, a large mess.

The cub was running and jumping around the muddy ground, howling from time to time, as if it was waiting for Wen Feng's praise.

Facing the cub's overtures, Wen Feng's mood began to become complicated, he was puzzled, moved, and distressed.

Maybe this cub regards itself as its mother. This is because the strange beast is in its infancy, and it should be the instinct of a cub at this stage to find a mother to give birth to.

Did Vikas have such a memory?Looking around for a creature that might be his mother, and finally discovering the cruel truth.

Wen Feng bent down, and the little cub consciously came over, squatting at Wen Feng's feet, covering his palms, his fingers sinking into the soft curly fur of the cub, caressing it gently, with the drooping black eyes, with his own Indistinguishable pain.

The comforted cub raised its head slightly and purred comfortably.

Wen Feng sorted out the blue medicine in the soil carefully, and walked back to the stone house with a large handful of herbs that could no longer be planted.

After being encouraged by Wen Feng, the cub left contentedly and ran straight to the jungle.

Wen Feng guessed that the cub should have already started learning how to hunt.

In the dark stone house, there was a dangerous low air pressure.

Wen Feng, who walked into the stone house, sensitively felt Vikas' unhappiness.

The lower body of the strange beast, paralyzed on the big bed and unable to move, had a pair of faintly glowing golden beast eyes, staring at Wen Feng who was holding a large handful of blue medicine. The flowing golden light carried a dangerous coldness.

"Are you angry?" Wen Feng was a little puzzled, he couldn't think of what he had done to make Vikas angry.

If it wasn't for Vikas to let him go, he wouldn't be able to climb out of the bed and follow the cub out, so what kind of anger is Vikas so angry at?

Without waiting for Wen Feng to approach, Vikas stretched out his long arms and pulled Wen Feng towards the stone bed. The bulging thick muscles turned over neatly, and Wen Feng, who fell on the animal skin blanket, was caught by Vikas. Si was pressed firmly under his body, and the blue medicinal herbs were scattered all over the ground.

"Vikas, what's wrong with you?"

The injured right arm was carefully pulled out, and it lay flat on the soft animal skin. Wen Feng, whose left wrist was tightly held by Vikas, was a little confused.

Vikas suddenly lowered his huge animal head, and slightly curled pale yellow hair stuck to his cheeks. Wen Feng held his breath nervously, not knowing what Vikas suddenly wanted to do.

Opening his mouth, Vikas exposed two rows of white and sharp animal teeth to his only intact left hand.

Wen Feng took a deep breath, and a little worry flashed in his heart. Vikas couldn't see himself running and jumping, feeling unbalanced, and wanted to turn himself into a disabled person.

A long, bright red tongue stuck out, with tiny forks on the tip of the tongue, trembling in the air, with sticky saliva dripping down, the bent tongue licked heavily on Wen Feng's left palm.

Wen Feng was a little stunned, staring blankly at Vikas' long tongue, licking it over and over again on his palm, mixed with a lot of saliva, and scrubbing it carefully.

This was the first time Wen Feng saw that Vikas' tongue was so interested in another part of his body besides his own neck.

There was a sticky and warm feeling from the palm, and when Wen Feng had lost sight of where his mind was wandering, Vikas finally stopped.

The close animal nose sniffed Wen Feng's saliva-smeared left palm carefully, and Vikas let go of the animal claws that clamped Wen Feng's wrist in satisfaction.

Lifting his wet palm, Wen Feng was a little helpless,

"After tossing and tossing for so long, it's not because I touched the cub's head twice just now, right?"

It was Vikas' two arms that answered Wen Feng, wrapping himself tightly in his arms.

With his raised left arm resting on Vikas' shoulder, Wen Feng slowly waited for the saliva on his hand to dry.

A pair of nimble black eyes met Vikas's at close range, and Wen Feng could clearly see his own shadow reflected in Vikas' huge golden beast eyes.

Wen Feng felt a little amusing and bared his teeth at Vikas' animal eyes. In the golden pupils, there were indeed a mouthful of bright white teeth, and he squinted his bright black eyes in satisfaction.

The animal eyes in front of him suddenly approached, Vikas lowered his head, opened his tightly closed lips, a familiar breath rushed towards his face, and then a wet and hot tongue licked his eyes without warning.

A stabbing pain came from the fragile eyeballs, Wen Feng was furious,

"Lying grass! Are you finished!?"

With a soft tongue, tiny protrusions, and densely packed taste buds, Wen Feng began to lick the corners of Wen Feng's slightly raised eyes, and Vikas seemed to be fascinated by these magical black eyes.

Wen Feng, who was struggling weakly, rested his palms on Vikas's heaving chest, his thin eyelids were tightly closed, and his wrinkled face silently endured the discomfort of his eyes.

This domineering beast, one day he will get back all the grievances he suffered today, Wen Feng secretly made up his mind in his heart.

As if aware of the discomfort of the creature in his arms, Vikas withdrew his tongue reluctantly as his sensitive tongue brushed gently over the trembling eyelashes.

There was warm viscous liquid flowing down the corners of his eyes, Wen Feng still closed his eyes tightly, and decided to stay motionless in Vikas' arms and pretend to be dead.

Outside the stone house, in the spacious alien beast tribe, it was as quiet as ever. Occasionally, the low-pitched conversation of alien beasts sounded, and the high-frequency chirping of bird people was blocked by layers of thick stone houses.