forced to be pampered by monsters

Weimian was trapped in her own emotions, getting more and more sad.

Coupled with the fact that too many things happened today, even though the dream made him unable to remember the specific details, the feeling of bewilderment and helplessness was still very clear.

At this moment, the two were in the cave, and the sunny sky outside suddenly darkened.

At the same time, the spacious stone cave has also changed. The distance between the stone walls is constantly shrinking. It was more than enough to accommodate two people, but it gradually becomes as narrow as it is in reality.

Weimian was sitting on Hei Mist's legs, and now the environment became crowded, he was forced to get closer to the other party, and he could almost feel the other party's heartbeat.

His breathing trembled, and the shrinking of the cave stopped.

Hei Wu was still the same as before, with no emotion on his usual cold face, he hugged Wei Mian, and stroked the end of his eyes with his raised hand, wiping away any traces of moisture.

Finally, he touched the small horns, and seemed to lean in for a kiss.

Weimian couldn't see, and could only vaguely feel the tactile sensation that stayed for a while, and he thought it should be a kiss.

The darkened sky outside the cave became bright again, but the space inside hadn't changed back yet. He shrank into the black mist, and felt that the black mist didn't dislike him.

Probably because he is the person in the dream, so he always responds to requests.Weimian thought to herself, it would be great if he could really appear by her side, she likes him to be with him, and she will treat his wounds tenderly...

The thoughts that flashed through Weimian's mind paused, and suddenly found something inconsistent.

The wound he healed in the dream... did heal after waking up.

Weimian frowned and thought for a while, then looked up at the black mist.

The latter was hugging him intimately, and asked in a low voice, "What else do you want?"

As long as it is what Weimian likes, no matter what the object or requirement is, he can satisfy it.

Weimian was caught off guard by this question, and his dull thinking began to go astray again: "I... don't know..."

It is already an extravagant hope to survive safely in this last days, how dare he ask for anything.

"Don't like that bug anymore?" Black Mist continued patiently, with his palm slowly stroking the back of Sleepless, "Grey Tail, you don't want it either."

Weimian was stunned for a long time before realizing that the gray tail he was talking about should be a squirrel, and as for what the bug was...he had no memory at all.

Thinking of squirrels, Sleepless felt a little depressed again: "Little squirrels don't like me."

The squirrel was willing to be held by him, all because of the black mist's manipulation. After the black mist exited its body, it ran away as if to escape.

Hei Wu's expression was indifferent: "It's fine if you like it."

Why care about the feelings of inferior creatures?Weimian only needs to think about whether he wants it or not. Unfortunately, Weimian doesn't seem to like those creatures being controlled by him.

Weimian couldn't keep up with his brain circuit, and gradually recalled why he was scared in the morning, and why he hid in the cave and couldn't get out.

"It's all because of the fog," he whispered, "if it wasn't for it..."

Originally, the little squirrel was willing to let him touch it, and he was very satisfied. If the black mist hadn't used the little squirrel's body to deceive him, how could he be so disappointed.

And he found out a little later that the little squirrel probably lost his life.

There is also the matter of the black mist forcibly wrapping around him to scare him, and it was also added together by Weimian to take revenge silently.

Hearing Weimian mentioning himself, Hei Wu paused: "What am I to blame?"

"It's not you..." Weimian said blankly, Li Li's eyes suddenly began to brighten slowly, he knew what he wanted.

"I want to have a small pet," Weimian's voice was very soft, and his tone became more and more longing afterward. "The kind with pointed ears, round eyes, and a big tail."

In the past, in addition to the squirrels who often came to steal food, there was also a cat in the base, which was the pet of the most powerful new human in the base.

Weimian remembers that the cat was white, always clean, and very timid, except for his own master, who usually slipped away whenever he saw it. He had only seen it twice from afar.

Only the new human in the base has the privilege, no matter how much or how little food there is, his cat will never go hungry.

Weimian doesn't have much feeling for creatures like cats. At most, he just envies that a pet seems to live better than him, that someone loves him and someone takes care of him.

After experiencing the little squirrel again, he came up with the idea of ​​keeping a pet.

Hei Wu replied: "Okay."

Weimian didn't pay attention to his answer, leaned on him and murmured: "It's fluffy, it must be very comfortable to hug."

After all, he said, this is just a thought in a dream.

But in this way, the bad emotions that Weimian brought into the dream have been forgotten to an invisible corner.

The horns on the top of his head were gently stroked, and he began to feel sleepy, closing his eyes and breathing slowly.

—

The spider was busy in the middle of the night, cleaning up the corpses and blood of the nearby believers, but the strong smell of blood still lingered, especially there were more corpses that were too late to deal with in the woods and the periphery, and almost the entire woods spread. It smells bad.

Its newly grown legs hadn't fully recovered yet, so it felt a little sore after being overused. In the end, it was too tired to run, so it only cleaned up a small area near Wumian.

And the most worrying thing is that the lake is also polluted.

It should be that several believers were wandering or drinking by the lake when they passed by, and they just died on the shore, and a lot of blood flowed into the lake.

There was even a half body that fell in, and the shattered internal organs poured out along the open wound...

The believer's blood is smelly and fishy, ​​and has a little toxicity to the human body. Of course, the fish kept in the cocoon can no longer be kept. The spider reluctantly cuts the cocoon, thinking about where to find water and food for Sleepless.

So many believers died tonight, all of them became the strength of the black mist, and he was probably able to leave the woods completely.

I don't know if Heiwu will allow himself to follow him...or to follow Sleepless.

The spider hurried back, and Weimian had been sent back to sleep peacefully in the cave by the black mist.

The black mist disappeared, and the spider wove a cocoon and stuffed itself in half, guarding the outside of the cave.

When Weimian really woke up, the sky outside was already bright, and the sunlight in the gaps between the weeds was dazzling.

This familiar and peaceful scene made him in a trance for a while, and after slowly sitting up, he recalled what happened last night.

At this time, the spider heard the sound of Waimian waking up, and retracted its spiky front legs to push away the weeds at the entrance of the hole: "Huh?"

He immediately got out and looked at the spider nervously: "Are you okay? Those believers... Huh?"

Weimian remembered clearly that the spider was trampled by believers last night, broke both of its legs, and was slapped away by a paw.

However, at this time, the spider's eight legs were all in good condition, and no injuries were seen on its body.

Knowing that Weimian was worried about it, the spider took a step back and turned around in a circle, then opened the zipper on its belly and took out the slate.

This is what it means to talk to herself, Weimian quickly sat down opposite the spider, waiting for it to push the slate over.

Pasted on it - is the gift of the Lord.

Its master, that is, Black Mist, that is to say...

"Your injury was healed by the black mist?" Weimian asked, reaching out to touch the spider's front leg.

The spider shrank back subconsciously, blinked at Weimian's outstretched hand, and then carefully passed his leg forward.

Weimian touched it lightly, the surface was smooth and cool, and there was really no trace of injury.

As soon as he recalled the scene where the spider fell to the ground and its legs were severely trampled off, he felt extremely distressed.

Weimian sighed: "Don't do this again in the future."

He was just a useless human being, and he might not be able to survive for two days if he left this forest, so it wasn't worth the spider's life to protect him.

The spider was very puzzled. It hesitated for a moment, and then pasted the words on the slate again.

——The Lord is there, safe.

Weimian pondered the meaning of this sentence, only then realized that the surrounding environment was different.

Several patches of grassland were left with nothing but bare soil, the weeds on them were gone, and there was a faint strange smell in the air.

Weimian frowned and looked around, last night...he remembered that before he fell into a coma, there were still four believers here, and then he seemed to see the black mist.

He stared at the grass that looked like it had been dug up, and guessed: "The black mist is back, right? It killed those believers."

Spider nodded.

Not only those few, all the believers were killed by him.

Weimian didn't speak, he looked at another piece of grass not far away, it hadn't been dug up, and there were faint red marks on the tips of a few leaves.

He also remembered the believer standing there, the huge body that occupied the entire line of sight turned into a puddle of blood in the blink of an eye.

Weimian is not sure why, he was not in the right state at the time, and later fainted for no reason, but if he did it... the uncontrollable ability in his body did not have this effect.

Therefore, it may also be the black mist that came back in time.

Thinking of this, Weimian looked around again: "Where is the black mist?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spider took a few steps back again and again, and lowered its head deeply in the grass.

The mist appeared out of thin air from behind Never Sleeping, silently catching the hair around his ears.

Seeing the abnormality of the spider, Weimian guessed a little bit, turned around and saw the familiar black mist.

He stood up and took a step back, away from the touch of the black mist, he opened his mouth: "...A Teng."

Weimian is still used to being called by this name. Although he had a little conflict with Heiwu yesterday, the other party should have no malicious intentions.

It was it who rushed back to save itself and the spider, and healed the spider's wounds.

And now he knows the relationship between the black mist and the spider. The spider can communicate with him through the slate, so he can communicate with the black mist through the spider.

Even though the black mist is mysterious and unpredictable, always doing things that he can't understand, but Weimian still decides to try to coexist peacefully with it.

He still can't let go of the squirrel's matter, and he always feels uneasy if he doesn't understand the purpose of the black mist.

The surging mist in a large cloud of black mist fluctuates from thick to thin, and a strand of mist slowly floats towards the sleepless right hand.

As if testing Unsleep's reaction, Mist stopped halfway and waited for a moment.

After confirming that Weimian had no intention of dodging, the mist continued to approach, wrapping around Weimian's wrist quickly.

His right hand was lifted up, and the mist, like the vines that used to be, wound from his wrist to his palm, and the top touched his fingertips lightly.

Weimian was a little nervous, but he didn't move. It was the first time he seriously felt the touch of the black mist, with a bit of hazy dampness and coldness, really similar to mist.

This... can be regarded as the first friendly contact, right?

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, and the spider remained motionless behind him, not even daring to take a step away, for fear of disturbing the relationship between Heiwu and Wumian by making any noise.

After a long while, Weimian tried to withdraw his hand slowly: "That... thank you last night."

He also wanted to thank Hei Wu for curing the spider's injury, but when he thought that Hei Wu was the spider's master and healed his subordinates, it seemed that it was not his turn to speak.

Wanmian's right hand was pulled away, and the mist froze in the air for a moment, and then floated over to rub the side of Wanmian's face.

However, this intention reminded Weimian of the unpleasant memory that happened yesterday morning, and she turned her head away.

Not only did he want to dodge, but he also vigilantly pushed down his hat, like a frightened rabbit, pursed his lips and whispered: "Don't touch my hat..."

Friendly as friendly, if Black Mist does this again... there is no guarantee that he will not lose control and explode with abilities again.

Fortunately, the black mist did not continue to move, and quietly suspended in front of Wanmian, looking more gentle and harmless than any previous encounters.

Weimian breathed a sigh of relief, and took advantage of the situation to explain his attack on the black mist yesterday morning.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Weimian lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly, "I don't know why, I can't control it."

The center of the dark mist surged slightly, as if responding to his words.

Weimian felt uneasy, he was explaining something to a monster that he couldn't even explain, besides, they were not the same kind, Black Mist might not be able to understand at all.

He kept his head buried: "and at that time you suddenly... I was very scared."

The blurry figure, and the mist that forcibly entangled him frightened him.

It was only after the spider brought him grilled fish and told him that it was the black mist's instruction that Weimian gradually calmed down.

If the black mist still has good intentions towards him, then it will definitely understand.

Weimian looked up to see the black mist and seemed unresponsive, and said, "Also...why did you hide in the little squirrel's body?"

Most of the vines are just ordinary plants, but the little squirrel is different. No matter what the reason is, Wei Mian doesn't want Hei Mist to continue doing this.

There is no wind and the automatic fog flows slowly, and the edges occasionally drift outwards. This air-like substance does not show any emotions or intentions.

So Weimian turned her head and waved to the spider behind: "Luna."

The named spider was unknown, so he glanced at the black mist and walked towards Weimian.

It was a little cautious and nervous, because it had given itself a new name, and it hadn't had time to tell the black mist.

"Luna knows how to read." Weimian raised his chin slightly, with a proud expression on his face, as if he taught the spider, "I...you can let Luna tell me anything you want to say."

The spider straightened its neck immediately, without any delay, quickly opened the zipper and took out the slate, ready to receive the order from the black mist.

Weimian also waited patiently at the side, and saw a ray of mist protruding over, sliding over the spider's head.

Then, the black mist disappeared out of nowhere.

Weimian was very dazed, looking down at the same sluggish spider.

A few seconds later, the spider regained consciousness, began to rummage through the papers in its belly, pasted a small piece of paper on the slate and handed it to Weimian.

- Said the Lord, because you like it.

——The Lord has other things to do and wants to leave.

After reading the words on the slate, Weimian was taken aback: "Because I like it?"