forced to be pampered by monsters

Weimian hangs his coat on the tree, and turns around to find that the vines on the bank are gone.

It disappeared. Weimian was looking at the squirrel just now, but didn't notice any movement.

He stepped out from under the tree and looked around, but he didn't see it.

It left just like yesterday, and didn't know when it would come back suddenly.

No, the vine has always been like this, that time it disappeared suddenly for several days, and Weimian worried about it for a long time.

But in the face of a monster that has been following him and its intentions are not yet clear, it is impossible for him to say hello before asking the other party to do something.

But the vines were not there, and Weimian looked at the quiet lakeside and clear lake water and thought about it.

He wanted to take a bath in the water, the weather was getting hotter and hotter recently, and it was getting colder after the sun went down, so he didn't dare to take off his clothes easily, and if he sweated during the day, he always felt uncomfortable all over his body.

Now that he is alone, he can simply wash in the water on the shore, which won't take too much time.

The backpack he picked up was still soaking in the lake, and Wei Mian walked around to the far side, broke a branch to test the depth of the lake, and quickly took off his clothes and went into the water after confirming it was safe.

Even though the sun is very bright now, Wei Mian still shivered when he entered the water, the temperature below the water surface was much colder than he imagined.

After washing in a hurry, he rubbed his hair with a towel. After landing, he dried his body and dripping hair, and then changed into the clean clothes.

The hat could not be worn for the time being, Weimian sneezed, put the hat and the changed clothes together, and hung them on the tree where the sun was exposed after washing.

When it was getting dark, Weishui didn't see the vines, so he put away his clothes and went back alone.

After he left, the spider emerged from its cocoon.

It came over when Weimian was washing clothes, saw Weimian alone here, and quietly hid and did not appear.

It wasn't until Wanmian left that it came to the lake on eight legs and looked down at the water surface.

There is a thing called fish, which is a common food for human beings, and lives in such lakes.

The spider took out a piece of paper caught between its soft limbs, opened it and looked at the words on it.

——Ten ways to cook fish.

But this piece of paper is not complete, and more than half of the content behind it is missing, and there are several places where words are missing, leaving a small square hole.

The spider couldn't figure it out even after studying it for a long time. It was full of human-specific words.

It put away the paper and decided to try catching fish first.

—

Weimian went back to the cave, and hung the clothes that were still a little wet nearby. Once the wind blows at night, they should be dry in the morning.

He didn't bring that backpack back, and left it in the water to soak it, and he'll check it out tomorrow.

Taking advantage of the still glimmer of sunlight, Weimian took out the map again and examined it carefully.

Only the "Garden of Eden" in the center of the map has an icon, and the words on the label are larger. No matter how you look at the map, it seems to guide others to the Garden of Eden, but the owner of the backpack is from Changchuan.

Weimian looked closely for a long time, and finally found the word "Changchuan" somewhere on the map.

And Changchuan continued to go north, separated by a barren area, with "Xicheng" written on it.

Weimian recalled the direction he walked after leaving the Xicheng base, and found a blank barren area along the route.

This place should be the forest where he is.

No wonder this person appeared in the forest, he should be returning to his base.

Even the new human beings with very powerful supernatural powers would not go out alone for safety reasons, and only one person entered the woods... If he had a companion, it would probably be just as bad.

Also, he has mutated from a new human to a believer, which makes Weimian even more worried.

The apocalypse is cruel, and the pure humans at the bottom can survive until now, all thanks to the protection of new humans with supernatural powers, if even their state is not stable...

Weimian didn't dare to think about it anymore, he put away the map and curled up in the cave in a daze.

The icon that was very similar to the birthmark on his body also made him a little concerned.

Garden of Eden... This name sounds easy to make people feel good.

But as a deported person, what qualifications does he have to join other bases.

Besides, it's a long way from here, and he doesn't know how many days he can live outside of this forest.

Weimian sighed silently, closed her eyes and stopped thinking about it.

In the middle of the night, black mist drifted in from outside the cave, surrounding the sleeping body.

Weimian opened her eyes in a dream, and saw a familiar face in front of her, still a little dazed and confused.

He quickly remembered yesterday's dream and the last promise, and said happily: "You really came!"

Weimian didn't hide her joy at all, and Hei Wu's usual cold brows and eyes softened a bit, and she responded, "Yes."

He had left the woods during the day to hunt for new prey, and had just returned.

In fact, Weimian left the vines in the cold today and became very close to a gray four-legged animal. Hei Wu felt unhappy, and even killing all the monsters along the way could not completely calm the anxiety in his heart.

He didn't understand that every time Weimian was obedient and obedient in the dream, but after waking up, he became erratic and unpredictable.

Weimian used to be closest to vines, he liked to stay with this green plant, and would take the initiative to talk to it and give it a name.

Even in the face of danger, it will protect it behind itself.

However, in just a few days, Sleepless changed.

Maybe it was because he had been away for too long, the vines no longer appeared, and Wei Mian fell in love with something else.

Hei Wu narrowed his eyes slightly when he thought of the squirrel that made Wemian miss him during the day.

This kind of inferior creature does not deserve to be loved by Sleepless, so only the body is barely useful.

Weimian was still looking at the black mist at this moment, stretched out her fingertips to gently grab his cuff, and asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking?"

There was still a trace of joy and happiness on his beautiful face, his eyes were moist and shy, as if to say "Why don't you hug me".

Because it is in a dream, Weimian does not need to think too much, he has gradually let go of his defenses, and slowly reveals his truest self in this conscious world.

He has also become a lot more straightforward. He has a good impression of the person in front of him, so he gets close unconsciously.

Hei Wu stretched out his arms to hug Weimian, bent down and buried his face in his neck and rubbed gently, his lips accidentally brushed against the skin.

Weimian hides for a while, and pushes him with a blushing face.

But Hei Mist could feel that Sleepless wasn't really resisting.

He couldn't describe it accurately, but the reaction made him want to rub that small piece of skin harder.

Weimian saw a trace of dangerous emotion in the black mist eyes, and shrank her neck: "Don't do this..."

Even if he is willing to get close to the black mist, kissing is still not something that can be easily done in his subconscious mind.

Hei Wu looked at him for a while, but didn't continue, and raised his hand to caress the horns on the top of his head.

Touching the corner...should be okay, right?Weimian was in a daze, the strange feeling coming from the corner made him want to avoid it, but also wanted to touch the black mist again.

After all, except him in the dream, no one would like such an ugly thing.

At the same time, he gradually felt drowsy and fell asleep leaning on Hei Mist's shoulder.

—

The dream ended, and Sleepless woke up on time at dawn.

In this dream, he clearly remembered a detail, the person in the dream kept stroking his horns.

After waking up, he seemed to still be able to feel the warmth of the gentle rubbing, which sent a shiver down his spine.

Weimian's face became more and more red, and he hurried out of the cave.

The hat and clothes had dried out after being blown outside all night, so Weimian put the hat back on and felt less panicked.

He folded the clothes and put them in the cave. When he was going to fetch water from the lake, he found that the vines hadn't come back all night.

It insisted on sleeping with me yesterday, but now it doesn't know where to go...

Weimian feels a little awkward, but in short, she won't worry about it as much as before.

He came to the lake with the stump, and was attracted by a white mass on the shore.

This thing looked abnormal, and Weimian couldn't help being vigilant, stood there and looked at it from a distance for a while, and then cautiously went over when there was no movement.

When he got closer, he found that this mass was not a monster, but some unknown substances piled up together, which looked like cloth.

The other end of the fabric is immersed in the water, the translucent material floats, and a large number of live fish swim crowdedly underneath.

Weimian stayed there for a while, hesitatingly bent down, trying to tear the fabric apart.

Only then did he discover that the fabric was a large dense net, which contained all the fish and fixed the opening on the shore. The fish could survive in the water, but they could not escape.

He grabbed the cloth and tried to lift it up to have a look. There were at least [-] or [-] fish inside, and Wei Mian even suspected that all the fish in the entire lake were here.

Seeing this strange scene, Weimian immediately thought of a large pile of wild fruits placed on the stones by the lake a few days ago.

Could it be a spider?

Weimian touched the white cloth under his hands, and felt that it was a bit similar to the bag that the spider put the monster's corpse in and discarded.

Although I'm not sure, it's a lie that Wanmian doesn't feel excited when faced with so many fish.

He had long wanted to try the taste of fish, but unfortunately he couldn't catch it himself, and he didn't dare to accept the two dead fish back then.

But there are so many here, he can't finish them all by himself.

Weimian thought for a while, went to pick up a branch with a sharp tip, and opened the opening of the net.

There were too many fish in the net, and the scope of movement was restricted. Weimian stabbed one easily, fixed it on a branch and was brought out.

He fastened the gag again, looked at the fish wagging its tail, and thought about what to eat.

It's definitely not good to be raw, and he can't cook without sleeping. He only learned some methods of drilling wood to make fire in the base.

It seems that we can only try roasting with fire, and Weimian put down the fish temporarily, and went to the woods by the lake to find usable tools.

He quickly collected a lot of dry weeds, and a few pieces of cracked bark.

Just as she was about to find some more branches, Weimian heard a sound in the grass beside her.

He lowered his head, and saw two thin and small forelimbs parting the blades of grass, revealing a head the size of a thumb.

Is that the little monster?Weimian was a little surprised and surprised, stopped and didn't move.

The dead branch worm took a few steps forward, looking at Wei Mian with a pair of sesame-sized eyes.

It had already followed Weimian all the way, and only after making sure that the terrifying aura was not around Weimian last time did it boldly come out.

Weimian saw it actively approaching her, squatted down slowly, and took out a sun-dried fruit from her pocket.

He put the fruit in the palm of his hand and moved it to the deadwood worm.

The dead branch insect looked down at the fruit, then at Weimian, and suddenly rushed over and climbed onto his hand, hugged the fruit and began to gnaw.

Its hind legs are drawn down, and its posture is like sitting on the palm of Wanmian's hand. It looks a little cute, as Weimian just stretches out his hand to watch it eat.

The sun-dried fruit was a little smaller, and was gnawed clean in a short time. The dead branch insect wiped its face with its forelimbs, then climbed up the sleepless arm, and stopped at his shoulder.

Weimian turned her face to look at her right shoulder, and raised her hand to touch the little monster, but before she touched it, the dead branch insect came over and rubbed against his fingertips.

It's really cute... Weimian kind of likes it, and greets it softly: "Hello."

When the dead branch insect heard his voice, he tilted his head and blinked his sesame eyes, folded his limbs and lay down on his stomach.

Does this mean to follow him?

Weimian got up with the hay and bark in his arms, and went to pick up branches elsewhere. Sure enough, the dead branch worm stayed quietly on his shoulders, and his forelimbs were firmly hooked to the cloth of the clothes.

Finally finding what he needed, Weimian returned to the lake with a pile of dry grass and branches, and placed them on a short rock one by one.

He turned the branch clumsily according to the method he remembered, and tried for a long time without success, and the rough skin of the branch rubbed a large part of his palm red.

Weimian put down the branch and rubbed his hands, at this moment, the dead branch insect lying on his shoulder moved.

It jumped onto the stone, seemed to be very curious about the branch, looked around a few times, and easily lifted the branch that was as thick as its body and twice as long with its forelegs.

Weimian was a little surprised, but it only thought it was playing, and was about to bring the branch over, but saw the dead branch insect imitate what he had just done, pointing the sharp end of the branch at the wood block and bark, and began to swing its forelegs.

It was only as big as a palm, but its strength and speed were astonishing. The branches twirled wildly under its movements, and fine smoke soon rose from the connected parts.

Weimian was dumbfounded, and quickly regained consciousness when he saw the smoke, and added some dry grass and branches to keep the sparks burning.

The dead branch worm returned to Sleepless's shoulder and lay down again.

The fire was getting hotter and hotter, and Weimian finally put one of the thickest branches in it, which should burn for a long time.

He didn't know how to grill the fish, so he just put the sticks with the fish on top and turned them over from time to time.

Seeing this, the twig worm wanted to take over the branches and fish, but Weimian stopped it: "No, no, no... I can do this."

He was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect such a small monster to help him make a fire.

Weimian sent the dead branch worm back to his shoulder, touched its tiny head: "Thank you."

The twig worm rubbed against his fingertips, wondering if he understood.

After roasting for about ten minutes, Weimian smelled burnt, and there was an indescribable smell.

He thought it should be ripe, put down the branch and poured out the fire on the stone with lake water.

The fish was roasted black and it looked unpalatable, but Wei Mian was still very excited.

When the fish was not so hot, Weimian tried to take a bite.

His expression slowly changed from anticipation to speechlessness, and he finally spat out the bitter and hard thing.

Is this what fish tastes like?

Unswervingly determined, he tore off a layer of skin on the surface of the grilled fish, and tasted the meat inside.

This time it was much better. Although it was still not delicious, it was at least edible.

Weimian cherishes the fish he grilled for the first time. He picks and chooses for a long time, and eats all the edible ones. The rest are either too hard or too fishy, ​​and there are not many fish bones.

He also tore a small piece for the dead branch worm on his shoulder, but the dead branch worm didn't seem to like fish, and ran to the other shoulder in disgust.

After eating the fish, Weimian cleaned up the surrounding area, piled up the sundries and buried them under the tree.

After he came to the lake, the whole process of catching and grilling fish was watched by the hiding spider.

Seeing that Weimian had eaten the fish, it rubbed the two pairs of soft limbs on its chest excitedly.

It seems that Weimian likes fish, and the things and methods he used when grilling fish were also silently recorded by the spider.

It seems very simple, try it next time!

As for the twig worm, since it is not asleep, it will not be chased away, and the spider will not care about it.

Weimian didn't move the remaining fish in the net. He threw some aquatic plants and mud from the shore into it. The fish should not die in it.

In the afternoon, the sun gradually sets.

Weimian took the dead branch worm back, thinking that if the vines didn't appear tonight, he could let this little monster stay in the cave, if it wanted.

However, before arriving at the destination, the dead branch insect got off Never Mian's shoulder, stood on his hand, hugged a piece of finger and rubbed it.

Then it ran into the dense grass and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Weimian didn't have time to stop it, so he had to take out two fruits from his pocket and put them before the dead branch worm left the grass.

He had just straightened up when a gray figure suddenly jumped into his arms from the tree.

Weimian almost lost his grip on the tree stump filled with water in his hand. He looked down and was more surprised than when he saw the dead branch insect during the day: "Huh?"

The one that jumped into his arms seemed to be the little squirrel from yesterday.

It has gray hair, white neck and belly, and a big fluffy tail. Its paws are hooking Sleepless's coat and climbing up his shoulders. It lowers its head and sniffs.

This position was where the dead branch worm stayed just now.

An inexplicable feeling of strangeness flashed through Weimian's heart. He tried to reach out and touch the little squirrel, but it didn't dodge at all, and let Weimian move.

Although the little squirrel wasn't afraid of him yesterday... Weimian felt strange, but couldn't explain why.

But Weimian has never been in contact with any animals or monsters before. Since the dead branch worm can recognize him, will the little squirrel be too?

And he really liked this kind of furry little animal, so he couldn't help touching its tail again.

"Do you want to go home with me?" Weimian asked, touching the little squirrel's slightly raised front paw.

Of course, the little squirrel couldn't answer him, and Weimian continued to walk forward, and the little squirrel stayed quietly on his shoulder along the way.

The little squirrel didn't jump until it reached the outside of the cave, but it didn't leave, but followed Weimian to the entrance of the cave.

Weimian didn't know what it was going to do, so it squatted down and burrowed into the cave by itself, and the next second the little squirrel also burrowed in.

With a light body, it jumped into the arms of Wumian, found a comfortable position and lay down.

Weimian couldn't believe that this squirrel was so close to him, like a little pet he had always kept, but they actually met for the second time.

He slowly stroked the little squirrel in his arms, the temperature felt in the palm of his hand was slightly lower than his body temperature, and the soft hair and tail felt soft to the touch.

It's really suitable as a pet... Although he also likes deadwood worms very much, this strange-looking little monster also helps him drill wood to make fire.

But it's a completely different feeling than a fluffy little squirrel.

For some reason, Weimian thought of vines again.

There are lessons learned from the past, he shouldn't just leave the deadwood insects and little squirrels around, it seems that there are not many normal creatures in this barren area.

But... the little squirrel is so cute, Weimian thought.

It's just a squirrel.

Sleepless, as if comforting herself, lay down with the squirrel in her arms.

As night fell, Sleepless fell into a dream again.

He was lying on his side, and someone held him tightly in his arms, and slowly stroked his back with the palm of his back.

Weimian was very sleepy, opened his eyes in a daze and saw a familiar face, subconsciously rubbed forward, and said something vaguely.

Hei Wu didn't hear clearly, lowered his head and asked, "What?"

Weimian's voice is very small: "I want to touch the corner..."