forced to be pampered by monsters

Weimian became more and more defenseless in the dream, and took the initiative to bury his face into the neck of the black mist.

He spent a lot of energy grilling fish during the day, and at the moment he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, his consciousness was drifting, and he just wanted to sleep well in this warm embrace.

And I don't know if it is an illusion of not sleeping, but the sleep in the dream seems to make him feel more comfortable and sweet.

He subconsciously looked for someone he was familiar with, and wanted him to touch his corner again so that he could fall asleep faster.

The black mist couldn't refuse, he hugged Wanmen tightly, lowered his head and rubbed against his side face, and touched one horn with the other hand.

Weimian shrank back towards his neck again, her cheeks flushed slightly.

He looked obedient and soft, he completely regarded the black mist as a dependence, and let him touch his horn like a baby.

The dark red in the bottom of Hei Wu's eyes became more and more apparent, and the strength in his hands could not be controlled, and the small black horns were rubbed heavily.

Weimian shuddered, raised his head and looked aggrieved, and said vaguely: "Uncomfortable..."

Heiwu didn't listen to what he was saying at all, and leaned over to feel the temperature of his exhalation while speaking, but was pushed away by Weimian.

Weimian almost fell asleep just now, but he lost most of his drowsiness by such a trick, and complained: "Be gentle."

He not only let the black mist rub the horns to coax him to sleep, but also made demands on him. If it was someone else, he would have become a corpse long ago.

Hei Wu didn't say a word, his low and dark eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He covered a pair of ram's horns again, and gently stroked them. Finally, Weimian was satisfied and closed his eyes again.

I slept very well this time, and woke up a little later than usual.

And when he woke up, the little squirrel from last night was still in his arms.

It was very quiet, with a pair of pitch-black eyes looking at Weimian without blinking, seeing him open his eyes to look at him, he leaned over and rubbed against the side of his neck.

The little squirrel swept over with its fluffy tail, and Weimian's face was a little itchy. He stroked the hair on its back in a comforting manner, and carried it out of the cave.

Weimian didn't know what the squirrel was going to eat, his food was only wild fruits and the dried meat he found in his backpack.

He took a fruit to the mouth of the little squirrel in his arms, and the little squirrel was unmoved, and took out another piece of jerky from the jar.

There is only so much jerky, and it will be gone after eating. Weimian was not willing to eat yesterday. He felt a little distressed, and thought it would be okay to feed it again.

As a result, the little squirrel didn't eat either, and had no interest in these two foods.

Now Weimian didn't know what to do, the only food he could think of was grilled fish.

Since the little squirrel stayed by his side and never left, he certainly couldn't let him go hungry.

So Weimian picked up the little squirrel, carried it to the tree stump and went to the lake.

In Weimian's heart, he has already regarded this little squirrel as his pet, which is completely different from the feeling he had when facing vines or dead branch insects before.

Perhaps because one is a common animal in the woods, and the other is a mysterious and unknown monster, they may know how to camouflage and hide better, and the features that appear on the surface may not be real.

Just like yesterday's little monster, so small, it can easily lift a branch twice its size, and its efficiency in making fire is faster than that of a human being he has learned...

Thinking of the dead branch worm, Wanmian paused and came to the place where it left yesterday.

The two fruits placed on the grass had disappeared, and Weimian walked around the area, and sure enough, he saw a familiar figure in the middle of a lush grass.

Most of the dead branch insect is hidden in the weeds, only half of its withered head is exposed, and it is looking up at Wanmian with a pair of sesame eyes.

It seemed to be waiting for him here, Wei Mian was very pleasantly surprised, he took out a fruit from his pocket and wanted to hand it over.

However, just as he squatted down, the dead branch insect took a few steps back, seeming a little scared.

Weimian was taken aback for a moment, wasn't it still willing to approach her yesterday?what is it today?

The twig worm was farther away, and could only see a vague dot parked in the grass. It didn't want to come over, but it didn't leave directly, and looked at it from a distance.

The little squirrel in Wumian's arms quietly turned its head, and its dark pupils looked at it.

The dead branch worm trembled in fear, then shrank back under the leaves, completely disappearing from the sight of Wumian.

Seeing that it seemed to have left, Weimian felt a little disappointed, and still put the fruit by the grass.

He stood up and touched the little squirrel in his arms: "Forget it..."

The vines haven't come back yet, so I can't force it...

Weimian sighed silently, turned around and continued walking towards the lake.

Noticing that the terrifying aura was no longer nearby, the dead branch worm poked its head out again.

It looked at the farther and farther back of Weimian, hesitated for a moment, and followed quietly.

When he was about to reach the lake, Black Mist noticed the presence of spiders nearby.

He manipulated the squirrel's body, climbed up to Sleepless's shoulder and rubbed against his cheek, and then jumped onto the branch nimbly.

With the spider guarding his side, he can basically feel at ease, planning to go out as in the past few days, and come back at night.

"Huh?" Weimian reached out to touch the little squirrel squatting on the branch, guessing: "Where are you going?"

The little squirrel stretched out a pair of paws to hug his finger, rubbed it with nostalgia, turned its head and shuttled among the dense branches and leaves, and soon disappeared.

Weimian watched helplessly, unable to stop it at all.

He pursed his lips slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

How come one or two are like this...

Weimian carried the empty stump, and finally had no choice but to go to the lake alone.

The net and the fish in it were still there, so Wei Mian went to the other side of the bank first, and took out the backpack that had been soaked for a long time.

The blood on the backpack was still there, and there was probably no way to get rid of it, but after all, it no longer smelled of blood.

Weimian wrung out the backpack as much as possible, hung it on a nearby tree and waited for the sun to dry it.

Just as he was fixing the backpack on the tree, there was a sudden movement from the side and rear, as if something had fallen on the grass.

Weimian turned around vigilantly, and saw a strangely shaped white object lying in the weeds not far away.

At the same time, he smelled something familiar in the air.

It seems... almost the same as the fish he burned yesterday.

In the middle of the canopy, the spider hiding in the cocoon was very disturbed.

It was up almost all night last night, trying to figure out how to grill fish, wasting a bunch of twigs and failing to start a fire.

The spider really had no choice but to go outside the woods to catch a young lizard that could breathe fire, and finally set the branch on fire.

The next step is to grill the fish. In this step, it wasted several fish because it was too charred and almost became a piece of charcoal.

Until the result was barely satisfactory, the spider was afraid that it would be cold, so it wrapped the fish in a special cocoon, then opened the belly zipper, and put the fish and a pile of paper together.

The Lizard escaped while it wasn't paying attention, and the spider also imitated Wei Mian to clean up the surrounding area, and finally hid it in the cocoon, planning to take out the fish and put it away when Wei Mian came soon.

The spider waited and waited, and accidentally fell asleep, only to wake up when he heard the sound of splashing water by the lake.

It quietly opened the cocoon, looking for an opportunity to throw the fish out.

Weimian approached slowly, knelt down and carefully poked the white mass with his fingertips.

It was warm, and he retracted his hand all of a sudden, with a puzzled and hesitant look on his face.

The material covered on the surface of this thing is very similar to the cloth net by the lake, so it should be the same kind.

He was closer now, and the smell of grilled fish was stronger, coming from inside.

Weimian looked up and saw nothing.

After struggling for a while, he picked up the thing and found traces of the package on the surface.

Sure enough, it was the same thing as the cloth net on the shore. Weimian untied layer by layer, revealing the three grilled fish inside.

For some reason, Weimian suddenly had a sore nose.

He was still not sure who caught so many fish, and he received the grilled fish today.

And these three grilled fish looked very similar to the ones he grilled yesterday.

Weimian rubbed his eyes, stood up holding the fish, and raised his head again.

He looked at the empty treetops and said, "Thank you."

No creature responded to him, but Weimian knew that the person who brought him the grilled fish must be somewhere nearby.

"Also..." He smiled shyly, "I can't eat so much, one is enough."

After he finished speaking, he felt like he was asking the other party to grill fish for himself next time.

Weimian hurriedly said again: "No, no, I mean..."

When he was in a hurry, he didn't know how to explain it. After holding back for a long time, he couldn't say the next sentence, so he hugged the fish in his arms tightly: "In short, thank you..."

It should be the spider, right?But why it has been reluctant to show up, it has been seen several times before.

As soon as Wanmian finished speaking, she heard a sound from the branch on the other side.

He thought it was the spider who heard his words, but when he turned his head, he saw the deadwood worms running towards him quickly.

Its forelimbs held a fruit tightly, but it didn't affect its speed of jumping and shuttling among the branches at all. When it jumped in front of Weimian, it almost missed the brakes and threw itself on his face.

Weimian freed up a hand to support the dead branch insect, a little surprised and surprised: "You... are you here to find me?"

The dead branch insect's attitude at this time is completely opposite to that not long ago, it rubbed against Weimian's fingertips affectionately, squatted on his shoulder and began to gnaw the fruit.

The fruit it is holding is very familiar, it is the one that Weimian left before leaving.

"really weird……"

Weimian whispered to himself while sitting under the tree, tearing off the burnt shell of the grilled fish.

The dead branch worm saw him just now, but he didn't dare to approach him, as if he was afraid of him...

Thinking of this, Wanmian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he vaguely discovered the problem.

But why should the deadwood be afraid of him?

Or... it was something else that scared it.

Sleepless's first reaction was the vine, the last time the dead branch insect ran into it, he had to scream, but he hasn't seen it since yesterday.

All that was left was the little squirrel that he held in his arms at that time.

It just so happened that the little squirrel was not there, and the dead branch insect came over again.

Wei Mian frowned slightly, and when she was distracted, she was accidentally pricked by a thorn from the tail of a grilled fish, and a small red dot appeared on her fingertips.

He tore off the fish tail, tore off the fish meat bit by bit and ate it, feeling a little strange because of the thought just now.

If he guessed correctly, the vines were the black mist, or a shell of the black mist. The dead branch insects were afraid of the vines, but in fact they should be afraid of the black mist.

If it was unwilling to come over at that time, it was because of the little squirrel...

Weimian immediately put an end to this thought, how could a living little squirrel be the shell of the black mist.

The deadwood must have something else, like it's just afraid of furry animals, and that's not likely.

Weimian stopped thinking about it and sat under the tree to eat fish slowly.

He usually doesn't eat much in the morning. Before he came this morning, he tried to feed the squirrels, and he ate a little himself. After eating one, he couldn't eat the remaining two.

Weimian rewrapped the fish, wrapped it in two layers of leaves and stuffed it into the wide pocket of his coat, intending to keep it until noon and night.

Then he took a look at the remaining fish in the net to make sure they were still alive, and then threw some aquatic plants into it.

—

As the sun set, Weimian went back to the cave alone, the dead branch worm was not by his side, and left halfway like yesterday.

After eating grilled fish for a whole day, he felt a little stuffy in his stomach. He drank two extra sips of water and went to sleep in the cave early.

At night, a little gray squirrel jumped in from the outside and got into Wanmian's arms.

Weimian was startled, opened his eyes and saw it, stretched out his arms and hugged it: "Where did you go..."

He fell into a drowsy sleep, closed his eyes and rubbed against the soft fur of the little squirrel.

Wei Mian didn't see it, a trace of black mist overflowed from the squirrel's eyes, and the dark pupils became hollow.

There was no wind in the mist, and he fell into a dream between sleepless, half-dream, and half-awake. He moved his body, his right hand was pulled up, and he gently pinched his fingertips.

"You are hurt."

"What?" Weimian raised his head and yawned, looking at his intact fingers, "No."

The black mist slowly caressed the tip of the fingertip, and a small red dot on it disappeared immediately.

Only then did Wanmian's sluggish brain recall: "Well... I accidentally made it when I ate fish today."

fish?

Heiwu knew that it was prepared by the spider, and thought that Weimian would not like it, because he rejected the two fish he sent.

Unexpectedly, now, he accepted the spider's fish again.

Hei Wu's face became more depressed, and he hugged Weimian tightly: "Like fish?"

Weimian thought he was asking if he liked the taste of fish, and said hesitantly, "...it's not tasty."

He was in a dream right now, and he just said what was on his mind.

The taste of the fish was so different from what he had imagined. He even ate three fish today, but at the end of the meal he felt a burnt smell all over his body, and he was reluctant to throw it away.

This is a gift he received, if it weren't for the fact that the fish bones are easy to fall apart, Weimian even has the urge to save the leftover fish bones.

Just like when he received the fruit from the vine for the first time before, he couldn't believe it, and subconsciously thought that there would be no next time.

"But..." Weimian said again, "My grilled fish is not good either."

So there is nothing to dislike.

"I've seen the fish soup made in the kitchen before. It's very fragrant." When it comes to food, Weimian's memory is brought back, and yearning is hidden in his eyes. "There are also canned fruits and fresh meat slices. I haven't eaten them before."

There are still many things, he almost can't remember what it looks like, and the voice of Weimian is getting smaller and smaller, and it is almost inaudible in the end.

Hei Wu listened silently, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a while, he let out a "hmm".

Weimian yawned again, stopped thinking about food, and buried his face in the black mist: "I need to touch the corner."

Hei Mist adjusted his posture and hugged him well, touching the small horn on top of his head.

—

The next morning, Wei Mian was awakened by the warm touch on his face.

Something wet was rubbing against his cheek, a little itchy, and Weimian opened his eyes and turned around to see that it was a little squirrel licking him.

He touched the licked skin on his face, sat up and hugged the little squirrel into his arms, lowered his head and pinched the tips of its ears: "Morning."

The little squirrel hugged his finger with its front paws, and continued to lick it.

A trace of impression remained in Weimian's mind, knowing that the little squirrel came back last night, but not sure when it was.

He stroked the hair on the little squirrel's back and said, "You are so smart, you know I'm here."

Animals should have a very strong sense of smell, and it seems that it is not difficult to find the cave along his scent.

While stroking the fur, Weimian turned his attention to the little squirrel.

For some reason, Weimian felt that the hair on its tail was no longer as fluffy as yesterday, and several places were stuck together.

Weimian smoothed it out with his hands, but it made the tail look even more bald.

He was a little guilty, thought for a while and picked up the little squirrel: "May I take you to take a bath?"

Then bask in the sun by the lake, or go to the hammock.

The little squirrel lay obediently in Weimian's arms, still refusing to eat anything, so Weimian had no choice but to give up and take it to the lake.

He passed the grass where deadwood insects often appeared, but he didn't see a familiar figure, and left a dried fruit as usual.

When Weimian walked away, a dead branch-like head protruded from the middle of the green leaves.

Coming to the lake, Weimian saw another bag of white things placed on a stone not far away.

No need to guess, it must be grilled fish again.

This time the portion was much smaller. Weimian untied the cloth net and only put one piece inside, which was still slightly steaming.

Weimian washed his face first, sat on the bank to eat fish, and specially tore off a piece to feed the little squirrel.

The little squirrel lowered its head and sniffed, but still refused to eat.

Weimian sighed, completely losing the thought of feeding it.

Moreover, the little squirrel left yesterday and only came back at night, so he may have eaten a lot of food outside.

After eating the fish, Wei Mian began to bathe the little squirrel.

He let the little squirrel lie on the shore, dipped his towel in the water, and wiped its hair bit by bit.

After wiping the body and tail, Weimian dragged the little squirrel's paw to lift it up, wanting to wipe its chin and stomach again.

The little squirrel was very well-behaved throughout the whole process, allowing Wanmian to move, wringing out the water on the towel, and rubbing it down against its neck.

At this time, the little squirrel turned its head to stare at the woods, suddenly jumped out of Never Sleeping Hands, and ran a few steps forward.

It was almost completely soaked, its hair was dripping water continuously, and a faint mist flowed in the dark and empty eyes.

Among the weeds in the forest, the dead branch insect hid itself tremblingly.

It knew that the terrifying thing had discovered it, and it attacked it with undisguised killing intent.

The breath of fear and death began to spread, and it might be too late to escape now.

The dead branch insect blinked its sesame eyes, and quickly ran out of the grass.

While screaming, it ran wildly in the direction of Sleepless, and hid behind him at the fastest speed.

The mist in the squirrel's eyes became thicker in an instant, but it was suppressed abruptly when it turned to face Wansan.

Weimian doesn't know what the situation is, but it should be certain now... The dead branch insects are afraid of little squirrels.

This scene seemed familiar, and Weimian subconsciously shielded the dead branch worm behind her, looking nervously at the wet figure in front of her.

That strange feeling of uneasiness came again... and the pinch of hair that fell out just now, the sleepless thoughts were very confused, and I didn't know what to do for a while.

The dead branch insect hiding behind Weimian embraced a piece of clothes, confirming that it is safe for Weimian, and his fear gradually subsided.

The little squirrel approached the sleepless direction, and saw him protecting the ugly bug even more tightly, with a depressed look in his eyes.

But since Weimian likes it, he can reluctantly let the bug stay beside him for a while.

The squirrel looked towards the woods again, where the spider's cocoon was hiding.

His silent gaze made the spider shrink back in its cocoon, whether it was blaming it for not getting rid of the deadwood in time, or...

The spider also knows that Weimian likes dead branch insects. This kind of small monster hardly poses a threat to Weimian, and it looks friendly, so it has been ignoring it.

Then, it saw the black mist manipulating the body of the squirrel, and it got into the woods and left.

He must leave the woods to go somewhere else again, the spider looked at Sleepless on the shore, he was holding the dead branch worm in his palm and talking to it.

"It's okay, little squirrel..." Weimian reassured, and made up a random reason, "It just has a weird temper, and it won't hurt you."

The dead branch worm shook his thin shoulders, not believing it at all.

—

As night fell, four people walked together in the ruins not far from the woods.

The clothes on their bodies were of the same color and style, and there were two tall men carrying large backpacks.

There was another person, standing on a high pile of ruins not far away, holding a self-made telescope to look around.

After a while, he put away the binoculars, turned around and jumped off the ruins.

"There is a forest ahead," he said, taking out paper and charcoal from his arms, marking on the simple map above, and asking his companions, "Go straight through?"

Two people were setting up a tent, and a young woman with short hair looked in the direction he was pointing, and turned on the kettle: "Go around, who knows what the hell will be inside."

This area is full of ruins, and a forest suddenly appeared in the middle, which is weird no matter how you look at it.

Where you are not sure about the details, it is best to stay away.

Only one tent was set up, and several people assigned the order of vigil, and two of them entered the tent to rest first.

At the same time, Weimian was lying in the cave, not falling asleep yet.

He repeatedly thought about the abnormality of the little squirrel during the day, and regretted letting it go away like this.

Halfway through the bath, it was still dripping with water. It must be uncomfortable. I wonder if it will come back tonight...

Weimian sighed secretly, and sighed in the narrow stone cave.

The temperature tonight was even lower than usual, and the cold wind was blowing in bursts. Fortunately, the weeds at the entrance of the cave were thick enough, and Wei Mian didn't feel cold in his coat.

He reached out and grabbed a leaf, pinching it absently.

At this time, the grass outside suddenly rustled, and then a familiar gray head poked out.

Weimian opened her eyes wide, almost in disbelief: "You..."

He immediately sat up, stretched out his hand to touch the little squirrel, and felt a chill.

It really came back, but it doesn't seem to be in a good state.

Under the weak light, the little squirrel's hair, which was no longer soft and fluffy, was even more sticky. I don't know if it was because the tail was not dried in time after taking a bath during the day, and the tail drooped on the ground.

It got in, the weeds covered the moonlight again, the vision in the cave was dim, and Weimian couldn't see other details clearly.

The little squirrel climbed onto his knees, lowered its head and rubbed against his hands, the cold and wet touch made Sleepless' hands tremble.

He didn't have time to think too much, so he quickly wrapped the little squirrel's body with the washed and dried clothes, trying to keep it warm.

"Where did you go today?" Weimian blamed himself, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bathed you."

The sun was very strong during the day, even if the hair that was wet with water hadn't been dried, it shouldn't look like this, so I felt that it was my fault.

The little squirrel heard him talking, and struggled to get out of his clothes, but was held tightly by Weimian.

"Don't move, don't move," he patted it on the back in a comforting manner, "You're too cold, when the sun comes out tomorrow, I'll take you to dry it off..."

But being tightly wrapped in a pile of fabrics, he couldn't touch Weimian.

Black mist slowly overflowed from the eyes of the little squirrel. The light in the cave was too dark, so Wei Mian didn't notice.

Weimian lay down again, hugged the little squirrel in his arms, and stroked its hair that clings to his body.

It's getting dark now, and it's not easy to light a fire in the woods, so we can only wait until dawn.

Weimian closed his eyes preoccupied, he did not sleep soundly, and his consciousness was not so clear when he woke up from the dream.

Someone hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear, "Why..."

Doesn't he like little squirrels the most?Why don't you seem to like it.

Is it because of that ugly bug, or...

The voice was very familiar, and Weimian struggled to open his eyes, and saw the face that had appeared several times in his dreams.

He was actually very uneasy, but when he saw the person in front of him, he relaxed a lot for no reason.

Weimian couldn't think about what he said to her, and habitually snuggled up to her, whispering: "Touch the corner..."

The breath of the person beside him froze for a moment, and he stroked a pair of corners with his palm.

Only then did Weimian lean against his neck, breathe slowly and gently, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, when it was just dawn, I woke up before I slept.

He felt the thing in his arms move, and opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the little squirrel jumping out of his clothes.

It came to Weimian and squatted down, lowered its head and rubbed against his side face, a trace of black mist that had not been retracted wandered outside its pupils.

After reacting, Weimian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he pushed it away.