lost in the jungle

In the silent night, the burning fire made crackling noises. In the orange flame, Vikas' upper body leaning forward dangerously, his chest shaking, let out a low roar.

The cub on the other side was squatting, motionless, as if it hadn't received Vikas' warning, and a pair of abyss-like black beast eyes were still firmly fixed on Wen Feng who was next to Vikas.

With his neck sideways, he avoided looking at the cub in fear, Wen Feng subconsciously moved behind Vikas, the gaze that was condensed on himself seemed to be tearing with pain , and it seems to be cold with nothing.

The outstretched wide animal claws gently held Wen Feng's stiff waist, and hid behind him. Feeling Wen Feng's growing uneasiness, Vikas, who had been waiting impatiently, stood tall. With a strong body, a long silver tail swung out, and quickly slapped the opposite cub.

"Ah~" Wen Feng, who was hiding behind Vikas, let out an exclamation, feeling faintly worried about the cub.

The cub that was squatting on the ground like a statue suddenly disappeared.

The cub sensitively dodged the attack, exited the range of the firelight, and sank into the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers. Only a pair of dark and shiny animal eyes showed the existence of the cub.

The long tail shot by Vikas did not use all his strength, and his intention was to scare away the cub that passed over, but it seemed that the cub did not intend to leave so easily.

Shi Li's pale fingers grasped the animal skin blanket wrapped around him nervously, Wen Feng slowly stood up from the ground, mustered up the courage to raise his head, and looked over the tall body of Vikas in front of him. shape, met the cub's dark, almost terrifying eyes.

With a stiff neck, Wen Feng could clearly hear the pounding sound of his heart beating faster. There was an evening wind blowing past him, and his long black hair floated in the wind, outlining soft and bright arcs.

Desperately suppressing the urge to look away from the side in fear, Wen Feng's slightly parted lips moved, wanting to say something to the cub.

The small Adam's apple rolled up and down, and saliva slipped in from the throat. Wen Feng was anxious, but he couldn't say anything in the end.

Should he clearly tell the cub that he is not the mother that gave birth to it, or comfort the cub not to be sad, all of this is not its fault?

How should I speak these words? Even if I say it myself, can this cub really understand it?

Beautiful eye shape, bright black eyes, staring at the cub hidden in the darkness for a long time, subconsciously, Wen Feng tried to use his eyes to convey some emotions that he couldn't sort out.

In the quiet air, the red fire made a crisp crackling sound.

The cub in the darkness suddenly moved, a pair of shiny black eyes moved closer, and Vikas immediately let out a low growl in warning.

However, after taking a deep look at Wen Feng wrapped in the animal skin blanket, the cub quickly turned around and disappeared into the thick darkness, leaving only the sound of howling and running wildly.

With lowered brows and eyes, Wen Feng stared blankly at the constantly jumping fire, with a sullen feeling mixed in his complicated mood.

Wen Feng also wanted to help this cub that had helped him before.In the end, I found myself powerless.

A huge shadow shrouded it, blocking Wen Feng's sight of staring directly at the fire. With a pair of thick arms stretched out, Wen Feng was hugged into a familiar and safe chest.

Vikas, who was holding Wen Feng across his arms, walked back to the stone house in silence all the way, with a pair of lowered golden animal eyes, there was a hazy dark light circulating.

Sensitively feeling Vikas' unhappiness, Wen Feng curled up his back and quietly stayed in Vikas' firm embrace.In the dead darkness, there is an invisible low pressure spreading.

The climate in the basin is warm and humid, and the four seasons are not obvious. Most of the time, the temperature front can only be judged by the sunshine to determine the approximate solar term.

Wen Feng, who lives comfortably in the Alien Beast Tribe, his only job is to eat and sleep when he is full, and then eat when he is full. Of course, this "sleep" includes mating with Vikas.

Wen Feng, who was lazily lying on the big bed, carefully calculated his daily life, Wen Feng had to admit that his life was quite decadent, almost to the point where both humans and gods were indignant.

In addition to the necessary physical needs of eating, drinking, and lassing every day, I just need to lie in any place and let Vikas manipulate me obediently.

I don't know if it's because of the continuous improvement of the fit of the body, Vikas can now be in heat anytime and anywhere, Wen Feng feels that even if he calls him a yin beast, it is not an exaggeration.

As a result, Wen Feng, who was getting more and more decadent every day, was condemned by God, at least Wen Feng himself thought so.

It was already a sunny afternoon outside, but Wen Feng, who was lying on the big bed, tossed his body tiredly, but still didn't intend to get up. Wen Feng found that he was often in a state of exhaustion recently, and his attacks were menacing.

At first Wen Feng thought it was because he played too crazy with Vikas the night before, or because he slept too long, but after a week, he even tried to refuse Vikas' courtship, but his sleepiness remained the same. Instead of getting better, it got worse.

The current Wen Feng probably sleeps for more than ten hours every day before he has the energy to get out of bed.

His cheeks were pressed against the furry animal skin, his thin eyelids were trembling, and his long eyelashes were slowly opened, revealing a pair of lifeless black eyes inside, "Vikas..." Wen Feng opened his pale lips valve.

The strange beast with excellent hearing seemed to have been guarding outside the stone house for a long time. Vikas dodged, rushed into the stone gate, and appeared in front of Wen Feng.

"I'm hungry." Wen Feng lay on the blanket, feeling weak.

With a deeply bent back, Vikas handed the food he had prepared to Wen Feng, with an expressionless animal face and a hint of worry in his eyes.

Vikas, who is not good at expressing feelings, can only care about Wen Feng in this clumsy way of constantly satisfying the other party's demands.

The body slowly propped up from the blanket was full of tiredness, Wen Feng lowered his head, looked into the food in front of him, and a faint smell of medicine came over his face.

What Vikas held in the palm of the animal was a pile of dark brown fungus-like things. Wen Feng freed up a hand and squeezed the swollen fungus. It felt soft and slippery to the touch. Yes, kind of like mushrooms.

With his almost transparent white fingers, he poked curiously among the pile of mushrooms, and Wen Feng picked out a smaller one.

"Can this be eaten raw?" Wen Feng raised his head and looked at Vikas beside the bed uncertainly.

"Huh?" The corner of his eyes inadvertently caught a touch of dark red, Wen Feng turned his head in surprise, his eyes were firmly wetted by the dried-up dark red, "How did you get hurt!?" Except for Birdman, Wen Feng Feng didn't know what else could hurt Vikas.

Wen Feng, who was in shock, supported Vikas' arm and stood up from the animal skin blanket, and leaned over with a black head worriedly.

Maybe it was because he got up too quickly, Wen Feng's long body swayed on the stone bed, and then fell weakly towards Vikas who was outside the bed.

The strong arms firmly caught Wen Feng, and the black-brown mushroom bag in Vikas's hand was scattered all over the floor.

After a few seconds, Wen Feng recovered from the dizziness, but suddenly found a weird sticky feeling from his fingertips.

Immediately thinking of a certain possibility, Wen Feng withdrew his arm in a panic, staggered away from Vikas' arms, and raised it to the palm in front of him. His fingertips were indeed stained with sticky blood, which hadn't been taken care of for a long time. The cracks between the nails turned a conspicuous black red.

On the pale yellow smooth skin, a deep scar appeared, extending from the shoulder to the chest. The eversioned wound exposed the coagulated blood inside, and the appendage of the wound was surrounded by a long strip of silver scales that could not be retracted.

Wen Feng's fingers moved along the wound, stroking lightly on this thin silver scale, careful not to touch the fuzzy piece of flesh and blood, trembling eyelashes, and undisguised distress in his eyes.

Vikas stretched out one arm to wrap around Wen Feng's weak back, and fixed it in his own bent arm, rolled up a mushroom bag on the ground with his flexible long tail, and handed it to Wen Feng's lips.

A pair of dark golden animal eyes focused on Wen Feng in his arms. Vikas' handsome animal face was always cold, as if the wound on his body did not exist.

"It still hurts..."?With his mouth open, Wen Feng hadn't had time to finish his words, but was interrupted by the mushroom bag that Vikas forced into.

The blunt white teeth were embedded in the soft mushroom bag, a bitter taste came from the tip of the tongue immediately, and a strong smell of medicine soaked into the nasal cavity, Wen Feng was unprepared, with his throat constricted, he wanted to squeeze Spit out what's in your mouth.

Vikas, who had been observing Wen Feng carefully, noticed the strangeness at the first time. His sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Although he was a little surprised by Wen Feng's reaction, Vikas stretched out his animal palm in time to cover Wen Feng. mouth.

Wen Feng's mouth was tightly gagged, his cheeks were bulging, his fingers clasped on Vikas' hard palm, his fingertips were pale with force, and Wen Feng, who was uncomfortable, wanted to gag his mouth things torn apart.

There was a swallowing sound suddenly, and the flushed cheeks shrunk. While struggling, Wen Feng accidentally swallowed the extremely bitter mushroom head into his stomach.

After hearing the sound of swallowing, Vikas withdrew his animal palm in satisfaction. There was a touch of softness in the huge animal eyes, and the wide animal palm caressed the fragile creature panting in his arms.

"You fucking want to choke me to death!"

The bitter taste in his mouth couldn't fade away for a long time, but it felt more and more serious. Wen Feng squinted his eyes in pain, wishing he could bite Vikas' neck.

The slender tail tip swung over, and another mushroom bag was handed to Wen Feng's lips.

Wen Feng turned his head decisively, followed closely by the round mushroom head.

The body is exhausted, the spirit is very tired, and now there is still a very bitter mushroom bag on his lips, Wen Feng feels that he has been abused, cruelly abused by Vikas.