lost in the jungle

On the dark cliff, there is a cold wind howling, and the orange fire is shaking in the wind, swaying and illuminating the surrounding darkness.

Wen Feng, who turned his back, silently ate the barbecue in his hand. There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and his body quietly moved away. Alien beast.

The viscous blood dripped onto the stone slab and quickly evaporated in the wind, leaving dark dark marks. Wen Feng felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Stuffing the last piece of roast meat into his mouth, Wen Feng wiped his greasy lips, and turned his head to look at the pitch blackness in the distance.

On the silent cliff, there was no chirping of insects, only the sound of howling wind. The oil sticking to his fingers quickly dried up, leaving a sticky touch, which made Wen Feng very uncomfortable.

Spreading out his ten fingers, and observing the jet-black fingers by the light of the fire, Wen Feng was a little dazed. If it was a week ago, he would never have believed that these hands were only his own.

The originally smooth skin was covered with small wounds, with dark red scars, and the nails were filled with dirty dirt, and the original appearance could not be seen.

Wen Feng sighed lightly, he is now rapidly developing into a primitive human.

A huge white bone was thrown on the ground, and the beast behind him finally had enough to eat, flicked its tail, and stood up.

The strong and slender legs stepped over Wen Feng who insisted on sitting at the entrance of the cave, and the strange beast walked out of the cave with Wen Feng's water bottle, and quickly disappeared into the endless darkness.

Sitting kneeling by the fire, quietly looking up at the pale blue moon in the sky.

The previous few times were all in the jungle, and this was the first time Wen Feng saw the moon of this world so clearly.

The round moon was twice as big as I remembered, with dark blue shadows on the uneven surface, large and small craters, hanging steadily in the sky, casting a soft and faint light.

The tall figure of the strange beast appeared at the end of the firelight. Under the orange-red light, the smooth scales reflected fine spots of light.

The heavy kettle was handed over, and he raised his hand to take it. The iron kettle painted with green dye had a cold touch.

Unscrewing the bottle cap, there was the sound of ding-dong water. Wen Feng hesitated for a long time, then turned to the strange beast who was cleaning up the cave and said solemnly, "Thank you."

As if not hearing Wen Feng's voice, the strange beast's movements did not stop at all.

Wrapping a large bundle of leftover garbage with the animal fur that was just torn off, and carrying it neatly on its shoulders, the strange beast strode out of the cave.

Drinking the clear water in the jug one after another, Wen Feng watched the back of the strange beast, its long bright silver tail covered with fine scales piercing the dark night.

He grabbed a bunch of herbs that the strange beast next to him had picked today. The green branches and leaves were still fresh in color and exuded a pleasant fragrance.

Wen Feng decided to call this plant "worm-repelling grass". Since he was likely to live here for a while, Wen Feng wanted to make his life as comfortable as possible.

Walking around the cave with the insect repellent grass, Wen Feng dripped the juice of the insect repellent grass on any place where the insects might be hiding.

Tightening his five fingers vigorously, the dark green branches and leaves overflowed from between his fingers and dripped into a dark corner. Finally, Wen Feng gathered all the insect repellent grasses at the entrance of the cave and lined them up in a long straight line.

Pour out half a bottle of clean water in the pot, and rub your fingers together to wash off the stains on it.

Staring at the flat open space in front of the cave, Wen Feng rubbed his chin and thought, maybe he can get some dirt here.

The beast's eyes glowing slightly at night glanced at the medicinal herbs placed at the entrance of the cave, and the strange beast stepped into the cave.

Bending down and sitting on the thick dark brown animal skin blanket, the long flexible tail of the strange beast stretched out, wrapped around Wen Feng's waist, held it high, and pulled Wen Feng into his arms.

With his chest against the beast, his entire back facing the fire, he knelt on the strong legs of the beast, facing the smooth and flat stone wall, Wen Feng was a little puzzled, not knowing what the beast wanted to do.

Immediately afterwards, a chill came from his buttocks, and Wen Feng was surprised to find that his pants had been pulled down to his knees.

Struggling uneasily, Wen Feng was immediately held firmly by the strange beast.

A cold object touched the sensitive tailbone, the body shook violently, the muscles tensed tightly, Wen Feng turned his head stiffly and looked behind him.

A cylindrical object with the thickness of a finger appeared on the strange beast's hand at some point.

The cylindrical object with a smooth surface, glowing hard and moist under the firelight, was firmly pinched by the sharp claws of the strange beast, and stuck to his buttocks, as if he was looking for a hole to enter, Wen Feng suddenly felt Share a very bad feeling.

Sure enough, in the next second, a shrill scream echoed in the spacious cave, spread far away, and disappeared into the silent night.

"Lying grass! Labor and capital are going to kill you!"

With a pale complexion, fine cold sweat oozes from the forehead, Wen Feng roared in pain, grasping the knuckles of the strange beast's shoulders, turning pale as if they were about to break.

The finger-thick cylindrical object was suddenly inserted into his lower body, and the center of his brows furrowed deeply. Now Wen Feng even felt pain when he breathed.

With a stiff back, not daring to move, Wen Feng cursed the strange beast no less than a hundred times in his heart.

The wide palm of the strange beast on Wen Feng's back did not move, as if it was waiting for Wen Feng to adapt.

The cold sweat on the forehead condensed into water droplets and slid down his neck. After more than ten minutes passed, Wen Feng let out a long breath and finally regained his strength.

Stretching his right arm to the back, Wen Feng wanted to pull out the thing stuck in his body, but before his fingers touched the thing, his wrist was firmly grasped.

The right hand resisted vigorously, and the long tail holding his wrist remained motionless.

"Let go!" Wen Feng was furious, completely furious.

Negative emotions such as fear, unwillingness, and despair, which had been suppressed for several days, erupted at this moment, "You fucking let me go!" An angry roar echoed in the cave.

Trying not to involve the faintly aching lower body behind him, Wen Feng struggled to get away from the strange beast.

This time, the strange beast did not stop Wen Feng, and silently let go of Wen Feng's restrained wrist.

It's just that when Wen Feng wanted to pull out the foreign matter in his body, the long silver tail followed him like a shadow, and after trying several times, Wen Feng had no choice but to give up.

Quickly crawling away from the strange beast's side, with its slender neck and exposed veins, Wen Feng clenched his teeth angrily, his eyes flushed.

Opening the backpack in the corner, holding the dagger firmly in his hand, Wen Feng turned around, rushed over, and threw himself at the strange beast sitting on the blanket.

The dagger raised high, with a sharp blade, glowed with a dangerous cold light, and stabbed at the unshielded chest of the strange beast.

The strange beast sitting on the blanket, with golden animal eyes, looked at all this coldly.

"Ding!" The sound of metal impact resounded in the cave, and sporadic sparks splashed out as the tip of the knife collided with the scales.

Under the dagger, the fleshy skin that should have been light yellow instantly turned into a whole piece of hard silver scales. Wen Feng moved away the knife edge in surprise, and the fine silver scales retracted into the skin again, leaving only a little bit of it. A little bit of broken light.

The white teeth bit the thin lips to produce bright red blood, and the viscous blood flowed from the corner of the mouth, across the pale skin, along the pointed chin, and dripped onto the slowly rising and falling chest of the strange beast.

When Wen Feng decided to attack the alien beast, he already had the determination to die, but now such a pale result made Wen Feng's resentment even worse.

The hands holding the handle of the knife were tightened, and there was a touch of madness in his wide-open eyes. Wen Feng held the dagger high and stabbed it hard again.

Sparks flew, and the scales on the strange beast's body grew out piece by piece under Wen Feng's knife.

The strange beast sitting on the blanket, with its long tail coiled behind its back, allowed Wen Feng to resist meaninglessly.

After the extinguished fire, the pitch-black cave, and the No.30 six sparks dissipated, the crisp crash finally stopped.

The sharp dagger slipped from the sweaty palm of the exhausted man. Wen Feng, after venting, fell on the beast's body exhaustedly, and the sweat-soaked hair stuck to the beast's shoulder wetly.

The body after strenuous exercise, the high-temperature skin, and the continuous oozing of fine sweat, Wen Feng, who leaned on the strange beast with half-closed eyes, was so sleepy that he didn't want to think about anything, not even the humiliation behind him. Forget about it.

After losing control, the corner of the human's mouth curled into a mocking smile, and Wen Feng realized that even his resistance seemed so ridiculous.

The pure gold beast's eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, and the strange beast, which had been sitting quietly, suddenly moved.

The open palms clasped Wen Feng's waist, the sharp claws moved away, and the palms stuck to the flexible waist.

The wet tongue hit Wen Feng's defenseless neck, and licked it carefully, and an ambiguous sizzle sounded in the stone cave where he couldn't see his fingers.

There were bursts of numbness in the sensitive neck, the body trembled slightly, and the breathing became heavier unconsciously, Wen Feng embarrassedly wanted to push away the big head of the beast that kept moving forward.

The soft tongue, with tiny forks and protruding taste buds, licked the back of Wen Feng's sweaty ear, and a low and hoarse murmur escaped from the rolling Adam's apple, and a burning pain rose from the flat belly. Enthusiasm.

"Grass!" With a swearing, Wen Feng roughly concealed his embarrassment.

The heat in the lower abdomen made Wen Feng feel uneasy, and with his outstretched arm, he groped to press the side face of the strange beast, and pushed it away forcefully.

As if feeling Wen Feng's abnormal resistance, he scrubbed heavily on the side of the neck, and the strange beast quickly withdrew its tongue.

The cave was quiet again, only the sound of the strange beast and his own breathing, the opened eyes silently persisted for a while in the dark, then closed sleepily, Wen Feng quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The animal's eyes were opened, and after confirming that the creature in his arms was asleep, the spread animal claws gently covered it, sticking it to Wen Feng's flat lower abdomen, and slowly rubbing it.

The bright sunlight came in from the entrance of the cave, and there was still a hint of coolness in the breeze. Wen Feng slowly got up from the animal skin blanket, looked around, and found himself alone in the empty cave. people.

Stepping on the furry animal skin blanket with his bare feet, his white and round toes sank deep into the thick dark brown fluff, Wen Feng stretched his waist greatly.

A dull strangeness came from his lower body, Wen Feng suddenly remembered something, two blushes appeared on the tips of his ears.

Stretching his hand into his pants, Wen Feng frowned, and pulled out a finger-thick cylindrical object from his body.

The smooth object was stained with transparent intestinal fluid, and it was wet. With disgust on his face, Wen Feng threw the object into the corner with his hands.

Putting on the colorless hiking boots, he stepped out of the cave in a few steps, a refreshing cool breeze blowing in, his shiny black hair fluttering gently, Wen Feng found the strange beast right above the cave.

The strange beast squatting on the stone has short light yellow hair with slight curls, stern facial features, and a strong and healthy body, with fine silver lights shining.

His eyes didn't stay on the strange beast too much, Wen Feng turned his head awkwardly, and looked at the vast jungle in the distance.

Gently pursing his dry lips, Wen Feng walked back to the cave and took out the water bottle from his backpack.

Pouring the last bit of water into his mouth, Wen Feng shook the empty kettle, a trace of struggle flashed across his face.

Moving slowly to the bottom of the hole, he raised the kettle high, "There is no water."

Withdrawing its gaze towards the forest, the beast's cold eyes sized Wen Feng's body for two seconds. Its thick and long tail stretched down to encircle the water bottle in Wen Feng's hand, and the beast jumped down nimbly.

The tail wrapped around the kettle flicked leisurely behind him, Wen Feng was surprised to find that the strange beast was walking towards the stone mountain on the left in a lazy posture.

It seems that this strange beast is not always so cold and serious. Because of this accidental discovery, Wen Feng is in a rare good mood.

Lifting his feet, he followed quickly. Last night, the strange beast had a short time to fetch water, and Wen Feng had a vague feeling that the source of water was not far from the cave.If possible, Wen Feng hoped that he could clean his body of dirt well.

Leaping lightly onto a boulder more than two meters high, the beast turned around and looked at Wen Feng who was clumsily pawing on the stone surface, with a flash of contempt in his eyes.

Ignoring the alien beast's condescending look down, Wen Feng raised his foot to rub against a nearby stone, trying to use his strength to climb up to the boulder in front of him.

Stepping on the stone with one foot, he bent his knees and jumped up vigorously. His palms hit the stone with a "slap", and he slid down unsupported. It was obvious that Wen Feng had failed, and the stone under his feet was not high enough.

Wen Feng bent down, rummaged through the pile of rubble to find a suitable stone, and stacked it under the boulder.

The strange beast standing on the rock, with its pure gold eyes, looked coldly at Wen Feng who was busy below, showing no sign of wanting to help.

Stepping on the stone he hastily padded, Wen Feng jumped up carefully, successfully climbed to the edge of the boulder, and climbed up with difficulty.

Panting tiredly, and patting the dust off his body, Wen Feng stood up excitedly.

With a wide field of vision, a small rocky mountain taller than one suddenly appeared in front of Wen Feng.

The strange beast at the side, with its eyes lowered slightly, carefully observed Wen Feng's expression with hidden curiosity. The long tail stopped shaking. The strange beast seemed to be very curious about Wen Feng's next reaction.

"The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard,"

Wen Feng took a deep breath, silently recited the inspirational slogan of the Red Army's Long March,

"Persistence is victory!"

Turning his head, Wen Feng looked firmly at the strange beast beside him, waiting for his next move.

As if amused by Wen Feng's righteous expression, the beast's eyes narrowed slightly, with a sense of comfort.A thick arm stretched across Wen Feng's waist, and with a scream, Wen Feng was caught under the armpit of the strange beast.

The scene in front of him was shaking violently, the sharp stones were moving away and approaching, Wen Feng closed his eyes in fear.

After two jumps, the strange beast stood firmly on a stone surface with cold water flowing.

There was the sound of gurgling water, with cool water vapor floating in the air, a clear white water splashed out from the crevices of the stones, fell to the huge stones at the foot, and rushed down the mountain rapidly.