lost in the jungle

In the early morning of winter, dim light, howling cold wind, trembling branches, and white snow reflecting the glistening light.

Large flakes of snow were still falling, and the animal skin covering Wen Feng's head had accumulated a thin layer of snow and frost.

With the short dagger in his hand, Wen Feng himself felt a little ridiculous under the enemy's tall stature, but his legs sunk deep in the snow didn't move, they stood firm and stood in front of Vikas.

The blood on the side of the neck stopped quickly, and the blood-stained animal paws were wiped casually in the snow below him. Vikas stood up steadily, and raised his hand to sweep the white snow off Wen Feng's head. .

The head wrapped in the animal skin, with wide-open black eyes, turned back nervously. After realizing that it was the Vikas he was familiar with, Wen Feng heaved a sigh of relief, and the arms holding the dagger stopped trembling. Moving his bulky body, he hid behind Vikas as it should.

Putting his frozen palms back into the fluffy coat, Wen Feng had the time to observe the two huge black shadows opposite him.

As the light gradually brightened, Wen Feng found that the two creatures on the opposite side were surprisingly similar to Vikas, with strong limbs, thick and long tails, and an upright walking posture, but the color of the scales on the skin was slightly different.

Are they of the same kind as Vikas?

Wen Feng came out from behind Vikas, and carefully looked at the two strange beasts that appeared suddenly.

One of the strange beasts seemed to be holding something in its hand, and Wen Feng could barely make out a pair of huge wings in a haze.

Glancing sideways at Vikas beside him, Wen Feng struggled to lift his legs and feet buried in the snow, and clumsily moved forward two steps.

While Wen Feng was looking at the two strange beasts, the two opposite beasts were also silently observing the creature that had never been seen before.

After seeing clearly what was in the alien beast's hand, Wen Feng took a deep breath, his legs were buried in the thick snow, and his upper body tried his best to approach the creature in the alien beast's hand.

The upturned corners of the eyes, a pair of bright black eyes widened to the limit, Wen Feng wanted to see the creature in front of him more clearly.

The one held by the strange beast was a bird man, or an angel in Western religion.

The huge wings are covered with pure white feathers, and the fair skin is covered with large and small scars, and in some places, even dark red blood flows out continuously.

Birdman lowered his head, his long navy blue hair hanging down, revealing only a small section of pointed chin with a thin arc.

The birdman's slender arms were pulled behind him, and together with his wings, he was firmly grasped by the beast. His entire naked chest was exposed to the cold wind, and on his thin chest, slender ribs were visible.

This bird looked like a bird that had been abused for a long time, and Wen Feng always had a weird feeling.

Looking down, Wen Feng finally found the place that made him feel weird, which was Birdman's belly.

Compared with his skinny limbs, Birdman's belly was a bit exaggerated. It was round and hung in the thin skin, giving Wen Feng a dangerous illusion, as if his belly would be ripped apart in the next second, and the inside of his stomach would be ripped apart. things will fall out.

The wings caught in the hands of the strange beast moved, and the birdman's drooping head suddenly lifted up, and his open mouth revealed sharp bloodshot teeth, making a piercing cry.

The high-frequency sound waves from close range flooded the sky and covered the sky, and there was a sharp pain in the fragile eardrums. Wen Feng bent down in pain and covered his ears with all his strength.

A silver tail swung from behind Wen Feng and lashed towards Birdman's head.

The dry hair fell down, the navy blue head was tilted to the side, and the weak Birdman was easily knocked unconscious by Vikas.

The alien beast carrying the bird man roared at Vikas in warning, opening and closing its mouth to say something.

The piercing eardrums, the birdman's shrill cry still reverberated in his mind, Wen Feng couldn't hear it at all, and squatted in the snow dizzily with his ears covered.

Not knowing what they said, another strange beast suddenly stretched out towards Wen Feng, as if it wanted to tear off the animal skin wrapped around Wen Feng's body, but Vikas stopped it in time.

Vikas bent down and picked Wen Feng up from the snow.

The fluffy coat that was close to Vikas' strong chest felt waves of vibrations, and Wen Feng could roughly guess that Vikas was growling at the strange beast.

The two beasts finally left. Before leaving, the beast suddenly turned its head. Its dark green beast eyes took a deep look at Wen Feng in the hide, opened and closed its mouth, and said something to Vikas. What.

Vikas, who was holding Wen Feng across his body, tensed up suddenly, his plump lips were tightly pursed into a line, and his sharp animal eyes stared coldly at the two strange beasts disappearing at the end of the rock wall.

With his back slightly bent, to block the falling snowflakes behind him, Vikas hugged the white ball tightly in his arms, and strode back to the cave.

After returning to the cave, Wen Feng's ears had improved a lot. Although there was still some tinnitus, he could barely hear the sound.

Skillfully setting up the bone pot on the fire, Wen Feng walked to the cave door, picked up a large handful of snow, and poured it into the bone pot.

Under the heat of the flames, the pure white snow frost quickly melted, turning into transparent snow water, with fine ice cubes floating on the water surface.

Taking out the dagger, Wen Feng lowered his head, reached into the thick fluffy coat with one hand, and pulled out the clothes he was wearing next to his body.

Fingers tugged at the corner of the clothes, the sharp point of the knife slid down, and the sound of the cloth being cut could be heard in the small stone cave, Wen Feng tore off a piece of cloth two palms in size, and stood up.

Vikas next to him, with animal eyes glowing with a faint golden light, has been quietly watching Wen Feng walking back and forth in the cave, with imperceptible doubts under his stern expression.

Throwing the cloth into the steaming bone pot, Wen Feng stood beside Vikas.

With his back arched, Wen Feng took off his gloves, revealing two white and slender palms, some icy palms covering Vikas' furry head, and gently pressing down on his wrists, signaling for Vikas to turn his head sideways. Eyes moved up.

On the way back just now, Wen Feng, who was leaning against Vikas' arms, discovered the wound on Vikas' neck through the dim light.

The cold air made his nose's perception of smell very dull, but under the bright firelight, Wen Feng could still see the wound on the side of Vikas' neck clearly.

The wound on Vikas' neck was very large and deep, a piece of blood and blood, with hideous dark red blood clots, and even a thin layer of ice and snow on it, making Vikas' entire neck look extremely terrifying .

The shrill chirping in his ears continued, and for some reason, Wen Feng suddenly remembered the dark red blood stains on the bird man's fangs.

Wen Feng, who took the cloth out of the hot water, wrung it vigorously, and was doing all this in silence, suddenly raised his head and grinned at the indifferent Vikas, showing a sinister smile, "Brother, you Hold on."

The scorching cloth was pressed against Wen Feng's palm, covering Vikas' frozen wound, and white air came out.The resolute face twitched slightly, and soon returned to its usual calm.

With a gasp of "Hiss~", Wen Feng withdrew his reddened palm and replaced it with the other hand.

He took off the rapidly cooled cloth, threw it into the boiling bone pot, stirred it hastily twice, Wen Feng twiddled the hot cloth and quickly returned to Vikas' side.

With bent knees, he voluntarily knelt on Vikas' strong thighs, raised his arms to pinch the steaming cloth, raised his head, raised his gaze, and carefully wiped the stains on the wound.

Sensitive fingertips, through the flexible cloth, felt the unevenness of the wound, and Wen Feng's smooth and delicate eyebrows wrinkled a deep "Chuan" character.

The blood stains on the edge of the wound were wiped off bit by bit, revealing smooth and hard silver scales, which covered the entire injured neck densely, and firmly protected the surrounding area of ​​the wound.

Vikas, who was sitting on the ground, had painful twitches that flicked across his resolute and handsome face from time to time, and the arms hanging by his legs still allowed Wen Feng to move.

The fine scales shone with crystal luster under the firelight, and Wen Feng put the cloth in his hand aside in satisfaction.

Rubbing his sore arm, Wen Feng walked quickly to the corner of the cave, and found a roll of clean white bandages in the worn-out backpack.

This time Wen Feng's attempt to mess with Vikas was stopped.

Pushing away the bandage that Wen Feng wanted to wrap around his neck, Vikas strode out of the cave, flicked his long tail, and disappeared into the white snowstorm.

With a drooping head, black hair slipped down, covering his fair face, and his expression could not be seen clearly. Wen Feng patiently rolled up the bandage and put it back in his backpack.

Wen Feng is usually reluctant to take out these once-in-a-lifetime relief items, but this time seeing Vikas suffering such severe injuries, Wen Feng gritted his silver teeth to take out the bandages, and what he got was nothing. It was Vikas who mercilessly rejected it.

The head suddenly raised, the hair raised, showing a flushed face, with an expression of resentment, Wen Fenghuo pouted his mouth in the direction where Vikas disappeared, "The labor and management think highly of you, don't you?" Know people's hearts!"

Sitting back on the animal skin rug decadently, Wen Feng felt that he was in love, and it was just a time of Vikas' ungratefulness. Usually, Vikas rarely paid attention to him, but this time Wen Feng just felt inexplicably angry. Big, a nameless anger burning in his chest.

The roar in his ears had almost disappeared, but Birdman's thin body and high protruding belly appeared in front of Wen Feng's eyes from time to time, which he could not forget for a long time.

Feeling restless in his heart, Wen Feng wanted to ask Vikas about Birdman, but he knew very well that Vikas would not pay attention to him, and even if Vikas wanted to tell him, he probably wouldn't. It is incomprehensible.

Annoyedly kicking the burning wood beside his feet, a series of sparks were splashed, and Wen Feng fell wearily to the animal skin blanket behind him, with an uneasy fear lingering in his heart.

The light outside the cave was blocked by a tall figure, Vikas resisted today's food, bent down and walked into the narrow stone cave.Wen Feng, who was lying on the blanket, did not gather around to greet him as usual.

With deep animal eyes, he briefly paused on the fluffy snow-white animal fur coat, and rudely threw the prey aside, his stern face was tense, and Vikas became busy silently.