forced to be pampered by monsters

Not long after the black mist exited the dream, he woke up before sleeping.

He was manipulating the squirrel to get close to Weimian and sleep with him for a while, but he was pushed away unexpectedly.

Weimian hurriedly ran out, stepped back a few steps away from the cave, her complicated expression was indescribable.

A moment later, a familiar gray figure squeezed out from the weeds at the entrance of the cave, staring at him with pitch-black pupils.

Weimian took another step back: "You...are Ateng?"

Or the black mist, they are the same core.

He was still unwilling to believe it yesterday, thinking that it was just a coincidence that the dead branch worm was afraid of the little squirrel, and it couldn't possibly be related to the black mist. As a result...

He thought about getting up early today, taking the little squirrel to the lake first, and getting a fire to roast it before the sun came out, so as not to let it freeze.

Weimian blamed himself, thinking that it was because he rashly bathed the little squirrel and failed to dry it in time, which made it accidentally get sick.

But all these thoughts were crushed into slag when he saw the black mist appearing in front of the little squirrel's eyes.

No wonder... No wonder the vines hadn't been seen for several days. It turned out that they had already changed their shells and quietly returned to him.

So only the little squirrel he saw for the first time was the real little squirrel, and the one that jumped into his arms from the tree was already black mist.

Weimian felt a little uncomfortable and wronged, he thought that the little squirrel really liked him, that he could have a furry little pet that belonged to him.

However, all of this is an illusion, and there is no sense of animal smell looking for his breath at all, it is all a disguise of the black mist around him.

As soon as Weimian finished speaking, the squirrel squatting in the grass moved, and the dark mist overflowed from the eyes again, slowly condensing and churning in the air, surrounding the squirrel.

The black mist no longer restrained and concealed, and answered his question.

He is "A Teng", which is the name Weimian gave him.

Weimian clenched her cuffs tightly with her fingertips hanging by her side: "It's really you...why?"

Why do you want to do this... First the vines, then the squirrel, it seems to hate that little monster that looks like a dead branch.

More and more black mist appeared, slowly condensed and elongated, and floated in the direction of Sleepless, and the mist at the top tried to stick to his cheek.

Weimian dodges immediately, and retreats behind a tree with vigilant eyes.

The black mist paused in the air for a moment, and the mist became thicker and darker in an instant.

The other side of the mist is still on the squirrel. The little squirrel that Weimian first saw has been motionless since it was alive and kicking, its eyes are empty, like a sculpture.

Weimian's expression was ugly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly: "You...is it dead?"

He didn't know what the black mist did to the little squirrel, turning it into its own "shell", so the little squirrel didn't eat, and its body temperature was always low.

Weimian didn't want to think about the worst outcome, and the fingertips that were clenched tightly on the clothes turned slightly white due to the force.

But Heiwu thought that it was because of this that Wemian resisted him so much.

Like the bug that was protected twice by Unmian, these ants-like creatures always get his love and attention.

The black mist suppressed the displeasure, and withdrew from the squirrel's body.

The little squirrel lay down straight, and Wei Mian's heart tightened suddenly. The next second, he saw the little squirrel lying on his back on the grass shaking his limbs, turning over and getting up.

The tip of its small nose twitched, straightened up and turned its head to look around, its expression changed completely, and then quickly ran into the forest.

Weimian was relieved to see it run away.

As long as the little squirrel is still alive, it is an animal that lives freely in the wild. It knows how to find food and shelter by itself, so there should be no need for him to worry too much.

His eyes were lingering, and the black mist hanging in the air suddenly disappeared.

Weimian showed a puzzled look, he walked out of the tree and looked around, wondering if the black mist had left, when he saw the little squirrel that had just left reappeared in the forest.

It ran towards the direction of Wanmian, hooked the jacket nimbly, jumped up a few times and threw itself into Wanmian's arms.

Weimian hurriedly caught it, but before he could react, he saw the black mist pulling away from the squirrel's body again.

The little squirrel froze for a moment, and then regained its original consciousness. Seeing the strange environment around it, it panicked and wanted to escape.

Weimian was completely stunned, he let go of the little squirrel, and when the black mist was about to move again, he stopped him: "Don't go...don't catch it again."

He had a headache, he couldn't figure out what the black mist was thinking, it no longer used the little squirrel's body, just let him go, why did it have to get back to him.

Weimian doesn't mind having a real, furry pet, but the little squirrel obviously doesn't.

Only then did Hei Mist give up his thoughts, and instead moved closer to Weimian, wisps of mist swirled around him, and then a blurry figure condensed in front of his eyes.

The figure was a bit taller than Unmian, with boiling mist rising from the edge, and raised its "arm" to touch Unmian.

In broad daylight, when such a scene appeared under the sun, Weimian was really frightened and froze, not daring to move.

What kind of monster is this... Weimian can actually feel that the black mist has no malice towards him, at least not now.

But it's just too weird, looks weird, and behaves weird.

Not only that, Black Mist also left a bad impression on Weimian.

The figure stood on the grass and walked towards Weimian.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer, Weimian was a little scared, turned his head and hid behind the tree just now: "Don't come here..."

He looked at the figure formed by the black mist, and vaguely recalled some scenes that seemed to have happened in a dream.

It was the same dark shadow in the dream, tightly imprisoning him to prevent him from escaping, and said something in his ear, which was not very real.

The rest was too vague, Weimian couldn't remember more details, and felt even more flustered.

The figure stopped, flickering under the shadow of the tree.

At this moment, Weimian showed rejection to him all over his body, and his eyes were also defensive and uneasy. He was so obedient and obedient in the dream, and he would take the initiative to let him touch the horns.

However, out of the dream, he began to lose control again.

He can give whatever he likes.

-food, wildflowers, hammocks, vines, squirrels.

Adding that ugly bug, if it wasn't for Weimian who likes it, how could it survive today.

Even if Weimian didn't want the squirrel to die, he wouldn't kill it. He didn't want the squirrel to leave, so he would catch it again, even if he was released by Weimian himself in the end.

Facing these insignificant little objects, Hei Wu has enough patience to play with Weimian, but he cannot accept Weimian's rejection of him.

Is it because I am too used to him that I let him have a choice.

In the quiet forest, the figure formed by the black mist disappeared out of thin air.

Weimian opened his eyes wide, looking around nervously.

Where did it go again?

The next moment, Weimian felt a gust of wind gently gliding against his side face.

The black mist appeared behind him in vain, like a huge shadow, stretching out twisted vines and tentacles, tightly entwining Wemian.

Weimian was caught off guard, the fog that entangled him seemed insubstantial, but it made him almost immobile, and the dense fog that surged up from his side gave him the illusion that he was about to be swallowed.

He was completely panicked and struggled desperately: "... let me go!"

Another lone figure gradually condensed out of the fog, breathing faintly by his ear, and raised his hand to push off Sleepless' hat.

A pair of small goat horns were exposed on top of Weimian's head, wrapped in layers of mist, trying to calm his emotions with the usual caressing method.

But this moment is not in a dream, and there is no familiar face of Weimian, the sudden touch will only make him more scared.

His struggle stopped, his body trembling unceasingly, half of it was the strange feeling from the goat horn, and the other half was the panic that the secret was suddenly exposed.

"No..." The tails of Weimian's eyes were flushed, as if he was about to cry, and his thick eyelashes cast a small shadow.

Hei Wu's heart softened again, and the mist wrapped around Weimian's body relaxed a little.

He was about to try to coax him again, or if Weimian liked it, grab that ugly bug...

Suddenly, an extremely powerful force burst out from Never Sleeping Body, pushing back the black mist behind him.

"boom--"

The thick tree trunk snapped right down the middle, and the messy vegetation nearby seemed to have been blown by a gust of hurricane, and the mist scattered in all directions. After a while of silence, it slowly began to condense again.

Weimian was startled by the noise, and found that the black mist was no longer restraining herself, so she turned her head and looked carefully, as if she was still out of the situation.

The black mist hangs in the air not far from him, and its color is much lighter than before.

A ray of mist drifting over seemed to want to rub against Weimian's face, so that he would no longer be so afraid, but in the end it was taken back and disappeared in place.

Weimian looked around blankly, confirmed that the black mist had really gone, and went back to the cave alone to curl up inside, burying her face in her knees.

—

It was almost noon, and Weimian hadn't come out of the cave yet.

Today's weather was not too good, it was the first cloudy day since he entered the woods, the gray sky looked like it was going to rain, and the cold wind was blowing outside in bursts.

Weimian wrapped her coat tightly, and took out a fruit from her pocket.

He didn't go to the lake, I don't know if there is any grilled fish for him today, and if that little monster can find food by itself...

Weimian is not in a good mood, he doesn't want to go out, he just wants to be alone in this narrow space in a daze.

And his left rib hurts a bit, and when he opened his clothes just now, he saw a bruise.

It was a side effect after using strength again, Weimian pressed that piece of skin lightly, and frowned tightly.

The black mist endured that blow, and the mist directly knocked down a tree. It probably didn't feel well, otherwise, how could it have left so easily.

Weimian thought silently, and pulled down the brim of her hat a little more.

At this time, he heard movement in the distance.

It was the sound of grass blades rubbing against each other, approaching the cave all the way.

Weimian held his breath, leaned against the stone wall and dared not move, his heartbeat gradually accelerated.

Is it a monster?Or the black mist that came back with a new shell...

The sound stopped not far from the cave, and Weimian was feeling nervous, a steaming white object was gently thrown in from the entrance of the cave, and at the same time, a smell of grilled fish spread in the cave.

Weimian was stunned, and immediately picked up the grilled fish and went out of the cave.

On the grass outside, a very familiar spider was turning around to leave. It was covered in black, with a huge abdomen and eight thin legs. There was a pair of soft white limbs on the chest, and a pattern resembling a human face was printed on the top of its head. .

The spider didn't expect Weimian to come out suddenly, and it didn't have time to take out the cocoon to hide. It made a soft "woo", lowered its head and hurriedly covered the top of its head with the soft limbs of its chest, and fled to the woods in a hurry.

It really was deliberately avoiding itself, and Weimian subconsciously shouted: "Wait..."

The spider seemed to understand what he meant, turned around and stopped.

It seemed to be very nervous, poking around on the grass with its eight slender legs, and then quickly lowered its head after taking a look at Wanmian, as if it was a little timid and shy.

Apart from its size and appearance, it looked like a ferocious and bloodthirsty monster. Wei Mian was aroused by his curiosity, and tried to take two steps forward in its direction until he kept a distance that was not too close or far away. Go forward and the spider will go back.

In fact, Weimian didn't dare to get too close. This was the first time he saw a spider so close. Although he confirmed that it had been giving him fish, he still felt a little nervous when facing such a huge spider. perturbed.

Holding the carefully wrapped grilled fish in his hand, Weimian whispered, "The fish from the previous two days was also given by you, right? Thank you."

The spider shyly rubbed its soft limbs, and shook its head as a way of saying thank you.

Seeing its movements, Weimian opened her eyes wide: "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Spider nodded again.

Weimian is now completely sure that the monster in front of him can really communicate with him.

He looked at the spider more and more curiously, so he simply sat down on the grass, so that the spider no longer looked up at him.

"Then...why did you give me fish?" Weimian asked again, "Did you put those fruits on the rock before?"

The spider continued to nod, raised its soft limbs and pointed to its mouth and abdomen.

The size of its head does not match its body, its mouth is also small, but its abdomen is very large.

Weimian guessed that the spider meant that these were all food, and after eating, they would not be hungry.

"Thank you," Weimian was a little embarrassed, pinching the grilled fish in his hand, "It's too much trouble for you to send it here..."

He thought it was because the spider came here because he didn't go to the lake in the morning and was worried that he had nothing to eat.

So, the spider really knew where he lived all the time.

However, the spider shook its head, and the two pairs of soft limbs tangled together.

In fact, Weimian guessed right, the spider didn't see him by the lake today, and was indeed a little worried, but it was the black mist that really made it come.

When it came to matters related to the black mist, the spider didn't dare to shake his head or nod casually, and had to answer the many questions that did not sleep well.

Under the increasingly surprised eyes of Wanmian, it bent down and folded its abdomen forward, opened the zipper in the center and took out the stone slab.

Seeing that the spider's belly was full of papers, Weimian looked shocked.

Later, he saw an even more incredible scene. The spider rummaged through many papers, gently tore off some small pieces of paper, and pasted them on the slate.

After a while, the spider stretched its front legs and pushed the stone slab to WeiMian's eyes.

Each piece of paper on the slate is printed with words, which together form a sentence.

——“Lord”, “Command”, “I”, “Come”, “Take Care of”, “You”

It can even read!While marveling at the uniqueness of the spider, Weimian murmured this sentence in her heart and frowned: "Master? Who is it?"

Hearing this question, the spider shrank its neck and didn't make any indication, as if it didn't dare to spell out the name.

In the blink of an eye, Weimian caught a thought in his mind: "... black mist?"

He suddenly remembered that the one who put the two dead fish near him in the first place was most likely also the black mist covered in vine shells.

The spider also gave him the fruit that the vines had given, just a few days before the vines disappeared.

The spider quickly turned its head to look around, making sure that the black mist was not nearby, then nodded very lightly, retracted the slate and ate the small pieces of paper on it.

Weimian was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. When he saw the believers killed by the black mist, the dead body was very similar to the corpse pile at the edge of the forest. Thinking that it turned out to be a master and servant...

Moreover, it was Hei Mist who asked the spider to "take care" of him.

Weimian felt a little confused, and he remembered the scene when the black mist left in the morning.

But he didn't do it on purpose, and it was Hei Mist who forcibly held him down first, and took off his hat...

The grilled fish will be cold if you don't eat it, the spider points to the fish in Weimian's hand, and makes a gesture of putting it into his mouth, signaling him to eat it quickly.

It found that Weimian was not afraid of his own appearance, and he was not as nervous as when he was discovered just now. The whole spider relaxed.

Weimian opened the cloth bag and tore off the hard shell on the surface of the grilled fish: "Do you know... where the black mist went?"

The spider shook its head, the whereabouts of the black mist would never be told to it, and it was not qualified to ask.

Weimian hesitated for a while, then swallowed a piece of fish: "Then when will he come back?"

In addition to being a little worried about whether Hei Wu was seriously injured, Weimian also found that there might be some misunderstanding between him and Hei Wu.

He thought over and over all the strange things that happened around him since he entered the woods, including the little squirrel in the past two days.

The spider still shook its head, indicating that it didn't know.

Weimian had no choice but to change the subject, and turned his gaze to the spider's still-closed abdomen: "Your... stomach is full of these papers?"

The paper books kept in the Xicheng base are not as many as the spider's stomach, but the spider's are all scattered papers, not books.

Spider nodded proudly, patted his stomach like a baby, and carefully stuffed the paper protruding from the edge of the zipper.

It hasn't taken the slate back yet, and Weimian is still talking to it, and it may be useful later.

Weimian asked curiously, "Then what do you usually eat?"

The stomach is full of paper, so don't you need to eat?

The spider stretched out its soft limbs, randomly tore a leaf from the grass, stuffed it into its mouth and chewed it a few times.

It turns out that it is a vegetarian... Thinking that I had misunderstood it as a monster that took pleasure in killing, Weisian felt very embarrassed.

He touched his pocket, took out a dried wild fruit, and handed it over: "Do you like this?"

The spider tilted its head for a few glances, approached with small steps, stretched its soft limbs to the longest, quickly took the fruit in Sleepless's hand, and immediately retreated to its original place.

It put the fruit into its mouth and swallowed it whole.

Weimian sees its cautious appearance, and thinks that it looks so shy, no wonder it is always reluctant to appear.

Gradually, Weimian no longer regards the spider as a monster.

Although he was sitting in the forest talking to a spider at this time, the scene looked a little weird.

"By the way, my name is Weimian." Weimian put down the half-eaten fish and reached out to draw his name on the grass, "Weimian of the future, Mian of sleep."

The spider is literate. It stared at it for a while, rummaging in its stomach.

After a while, the spider pushed the slab over, and Weimian saw the two words on it, which were "Wei" and "Mian".

He touched the small piece of paper on the slate and asked, "What about you? Do you have a name?"

Although the monster in front of him has eight legs and a huge abdomen, it actually doesn't look like a spider at all, and Weimian doesn't want to call it so hastily.

The sleepless words made the spider stunned, its name?

does it have a name

The spider was lost in thought. It knew that it was a man-faced spider, but that wasn't the name.

Just like Weimian, he is a human being, but his name is Weimian, which is his unique code name.

So, it has no name.

But it can pick one up for itself!

The spider's eyes lit up, and it began to rummage in its stomach frantically.

Its two pairs of soft limbs were very flexible, and it kept picking up and throwing away the paper, searching for it for several minutes.

Finally, the slate was pushed back, with two small pieces of paper stuck on it.

——"Lu" and "Na"

"Luna?" Weimian read softly, "It sounds good."

Like a girl's name, Weimian looked up at the black spider, and at the same time felt that the name was a little unsuitable, but at the same time thought it was very cute.

"Luna," Weimian called out again, returning the slate to it, "Thank you for the fish."

The spider was very excited, not only because it finally had its own name, but also because Weimian praised it.

"Luna" is the most complicated word it has ever seen, it is very conspicuous on the paper, and it looks very special.It picked up the slate and looked at it with satisfaction for a moment, then began to pick up the scattered papers around it.

After Weimian finished eating the grilled fish, the spider planned to leave.

The black mist hasn't returned yet, so it has to find time to patrol the periphery of the woods and do a good job of protecting Sleepless.

It lifted a thin front leg and waved it, saying goodbye to Weimian, then turned and hurried into the woods.

Weimian cleaned up the fish bones and burnt shells and other sundries by himself, took a sip of the stored water, and got into the cave before the sky completely darkened.

Today's weather is unnatural, and it will be colder at night.

The biting wind was blowing outside, and Weisian added a thick layer of dry grass to the cave, lying on his side and curled up, with the wide brim of his hat pressed down, almost covering his entire face.

—

Sleeping until midnight, Weimian was awakened by an inexplicable noise.

At first, he thought it was the black mist returning, and he stumbled through the weeds at the entrance of the cave, only to see a few thin legs of the spider.

"Luna?" Weimian confirmed that she read correctly, got up and went out of the cave.

Sure enough, it was a spider. It circled the cave, and occasionally raised its body to scratch in the air, as if it was fiddling with a transparent mass.

Seeing Weimian woke up, it "wowed" a few times, with a somewhat anxious tone, turned its head and continued to walk around.

Weisian didn't know why, so she walked to the place where it had been just now, and stretched out her hand to feel a soft and cold touch.

He walked around, and there were such things around the periphery of the cave, covering a small area nearby.

"What is this?" Weimian didn't dare to act rashly, and retreated to the entrance of the stone cave.

The spider didn't have time to take out the slate to answer, but just shook its head, pointed to the cave with its front legs, and signaled Weimian to go in quickly.

The black mist is not here tonight, but Chao Chung arrives just at this time.

During the nest surge, a large number of believers will gather together and rush to the human base, attacking all creatures encountered along the way.

The spider sensed a trace of abnormality in advance, and hurried to Unmian's place.

The nest surge route will not cross the forest, but some believers who have broken away from the team may break in.

The spider climbed up the transparent cocoon and turned it out, and then reinforced it from the outside.

This kind of transparent cocoon can block the sleepless breath, and it is invisible to the naked eye, and it is guarding the outside.

Just make it through tonight, or wait until the Mist returns.

Weimian always felt bad when she watched the spider's movements.

He was about to enter the cave when the ground under his feet trembled faintly.

A sudden gust of wind blew in the distance, mixed with a stench of mud and blood.

The spider's eyes froze, and it showed the sharp blades on the top of its front legs.