forced to be pampered by monsters
Chapter 23
Weimian didn't care, the person in the dream wanted to cook him food, that was also in the dream.
The discomfort in the stomach gradually dissipated with the massage, and the intimate movements reminded Weimian that it was the same way when Hei Wu treated the injury on his ribs last time.
Together in the dream, the memory becomes extremely real, and Wanmian begins to feel confused.
Could it be the person in the dream who healed his wounds?
He raised his head, stretched out his hands to hold the face of the person in front of him, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes: "Are you real...or fake?"
To be able to dream of the same person every night in a row is unusual in itself.
The warm palm pressed against the skin, rubbed vaguely under the clothes, and gradually moved to the smooth back. Hei Mist lowered his eyes and said, "Do you want me to be real or fake?"
Weimian blushed slightly, a little unable to stand such intimacy, but it was he who asked the other party to rub his stomach.
He shrank into the black mist, trying to avoid the hand behind him, and said vaguely: "I... I don't know."
Of course he hoped it was true, but his remaining rationality told him that because this was a dream, all kinds of liking and intimacy were covered with a layer of vague imagination.
When it really changed to reality, would he accept the existence of such a person?
Not only do you doubt yourself, but you also doubt the other party. Is there really someone who doesn't dislike everything about him and treats him unconditionally...
The Wenya people I met during the day were willing to go with me and generously gave away food, but it was only because they regarded the black mist as his ability.
In fact, he is useless, with a pair of ugly horns, and there are two monsters, black mist and spider, around him.
If these were known by others, they would only treat him as a monster too.
Heiwu was very dissatisfied with Weimian's answer: "I don't know?"
Weimian's attitude towards today's few people made him feel a sense of crisis. Sure enough, because they are of the same kind, he instinctively develops a good impression of them, which is completely different from his reaction when he saw him and the spider.
Including in the dream, Weimian likes his human form, but doesn't like the mist itself very much.
But his recovered strength was not enough at the moment, the spider was too timid to show up, and he was worried about leaving Weimian's side and letting him be with those humans.
Sleepless's mood was a little depressed, and she drooped her thick eyelashes without making a sound.
Hei Wu kissed his horn, and continued to caress the delicate flesh under his hand: "You said that you like me the most."
Weimian blushed, her thoughts were immediately diverted, unable to hide, she buried her face in the arms of the black mist in a daze.
Outside of the dream, Zhang Er, who was in charge of the night watch, left halfway to relieve himself nearby, and when he came back, he happened to pass by the place where Sleepless was resting.
He suddenly stopped and looked over there.
Weimian sat quietly under the tree, with his head tilted against the tree trunk as if he had fallen asleep, the moonlight shone through the shade of the tree, and only a small part of his chin was exposed on the edge of the wide brim of the hat.
Zhang Er still remembered the face he hid, he only glanced at it, but the impression was very deep.
The black cat with strange pupils disappeared, Zhang Er couldn't help approaching Weimian, and came not far from him with light steps.
He doesn't know what he's doing, maybe he just wants to take a closer look at Weimian, he's asleep now, so he won't be found...
Zhang Er's eyes flickered, and the dark mist appeared in vain.
Before he could react, the mist condensed into a blurry figure, who was close at hand in a blink of an eye, and a hand grabbed his neck.
The figure was so powerful that Zhang Er's feet were forced off the ground, and he couldn't make any sound from his throat. The scales on his arms were struggling to emerge, but they couldn't take shape.
The ability could not be used, and the feeling of suffocation gave him the illusion that he was dying. He struggled desperately and wanted to ask Zhang Yi on the other side for help.
At this time, Weimian under the tree moved, as if he was restless in sleep.
With a soft "bang", the strength on Zhang Er's neck suddenly loosened, and he was thrown on the grass.
The figure dissipated into a large cloud of mist, and returned to Wan Mian's side to wrap him gently until he fell into a deep sleep again.
At the same time, a pair of dark red vertical pupils opened in the darkness, and their cold eyes fell on Zhang Er.
Zhang Er looked horrified, got up and fled quickly.
He returned to the tent, and Zhang Yi looked behind him: "What was the sound just now?" Zhang Er lowered his head and covered the marks on the side of his neck with his hands, and coughed lightly: "I accidentally fell."
He sat down on his own, Zhang Yi didn't notice his abnormality, so he nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
It wasn't until the pain in the neck completely disappeared that Zhang Er mustered up the courage to look in the direction where Wei Mian was, with the fear that had not dissipated remaining in his eyes.
He didn't know what it was, it might be the sleepless ability, or it might be the black cat.
But Zhang Er can be sure that he really almost died there just now.
The gap in strength was too big, he couldn't resist when he was strangled, and the opponent's last move to let him go was more like a warning to him.
If he dares... No matter how much he dares, Zhang Er is not even sure himself.
But the fear of facing death was very real, and there seemed to be a line of sight following him behind him, which made him afraid to tell the truth to Zhang Yi for a while.
It's just that Weimian's appearance is too deceptive, he is not a weak boy.
Even if he could kill hundreds of believers and repel Chao Chung, the five of them together would definitely not be his opponent.
Zhang Er touched the remaining marks on the side of his neck, retracted his eyes and said in a low voice: "Brother, do we really want to bring...together?"
He didn't even dare to say Weimian's name, Zhang didn't look sideways: "That person is very powerful, wouldn't it be good to be together?"
And when he saw Weimian getting along with Wenya's siblings, the other was just a child who didn't talk much.
Zhang Er twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's quite powerful..."
It just so happened that the wind blew up at this time, the moon was blocked by clouds, and the surroundings suddenly darkened.
Zhang Er immediately recalled the scene just now, and a chill ran up his spine, but he still held back his words.
He completely put away all the thoughts he shouldn't have, and when he saw Weimian and the black cat in his arms the next day, he went to the back to pack the tent alone.
Everyone's breakfast is relatively simple. It is a kind of plant root found by the stream. It is directly torn off the skin and eaten raw. It tastes very similar to some berries.
Weimian ate a few mouthfuls, while Wenya and the others were looking at the map, discussing which way would be the most suitable to take, quietly left the vicinity, and came to the corner where there was no one on the other side.
He looked around and whispered, "Luna?"
The black cat in his arms raised his eyes and looked at a broken stone wall. The air there was slightly distorted, and a black head poked out, with the shape of a human face printed on it.
"Luna!"
The worried look on Weimian's face turned into surprise, and she finally felt relieved, and stepped forward to touch the transparent cocoon: "I didn't see you last night, so I thought you didn't follow..."
The spider let out a soft "woo", and for some reason looked at the black cat with dodgy and timid eyes.
It only exposed its head from the cocoon, and suddenly the top of its neck moved, and a palm-sized figure emerged from the cocoon.
Weimian opened her eyes wide, very surprised: "Huh?"
Under the cold gaze of the black cat, the dead branch insect only lasted for two seconds before retracting into the cocoon, hiding inside and shivering.
Although the black mist didn't seem to have the intention of killing it, the eyes were still terrifying.
The spider knew that Black Mist would be unhappy, so it tore open the cocoon a little more with its soft limbs, and took out the slate it had prepared earlier in the morning.
There is a line of words on it - it always follows me.
"So you came from the woods together?" Weimian poked the cocoon, but unfortunately the dead branch worm was unwilling to come out, "It seems to like Luna very much."
It was because of these words that the oppressive atmosphere around him eased, the black cat closed its eyes, and lay down in Weimian's arms.
The spider heaved a sigh of relief, and it knew that there was Weishui, and the deadwood insects would be fine.
Weimian broke off a piece of uneaten thick plant stem and fed it to the spider, saying, "Wenya and the others don't know when they will leave, it shouldn't be too long..."
They were going to go to the Garden of Eden... In fact, Wemian was a little concerned about that place.
If he was a new human, he would probably go there as well. Even if it wasn't for enhancing his powers, he still wanted to know if the Garden of Eden had anything to do with him.
The icon on the map is almost exactly the same as the mark on his body. Is there such a coincidence in this world?
But he is not a new human being. Weimian can't make up his mind to go to a completely strange place with only one imprint.
What's more, there are three monsters beside him...
Weimian sighed: "There is water here, and food is also available here. When Wenya and the others leave, we will stay here..."
There are more places to hide in this area, and it should be safer than the woods.
The black cat, which was resting with its eyes closed, suddenly opened its eyes and looked at the spider.
The spider paused, threw the half-gnawed thick stem into the cocoon for the dead branch insects to eat, and shrank back in by itself.
The sound of rummaging through the paper came from inside the cocoon, and the spider quickly placed the stone slab with the re-pasted paper in front of Meimian's eyes.
— Said the Lord, go to the Garden of Eden.
Weimian was taken aback: "Why?"
However, the spider put away the slate and no longer communicated with him, proving that it didn't know, and was just passing on the message for the black mist.
The black cat in her arms was quiet, and Wanmian lowered her head to look at it.
Why did the black mist go to the human base?Inexplicably, he had some bad thoughts in his heart, could it be...
Weimian cautiously probed: "I think Wenya and the others are not bad, you probably wouldn't... take action against them, would you?"
He was afraid that Black Mist would go on a killing spree after going to the human base... There is no difference in the eyes of monsters whether they are humans or believers.
The black cat looked at him for a while, then leaned over and licked his chin.
Weimian is apprehensive and at a loss, does this mean he agrees with him?
The discomfort in the stomach gradually dissipated with the massage, and the intimate movements reminded Weimian that it was the same way when Hei Wu treated the injury on his ribs last time.
Together in the dream, the memory becomes extremely real, and Wanmian begins to feel confused.
Could it be the person in the dream who healed his wounds?
He raised his head, stretched out his hands to hold the face of the person in front of him, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes: "Are you real...or fake?"
To be able to dream of the same person every night in a row is unusual in itself.
The warm palm pressed against the skin, rubbed vaguely under the clothes, and gradually moved to the smooth back. Hei Mist lowered his eyes and said, "Do you want me to be real or fake?"
Weimian blushed slightly, a little unable to stand such intimacy, but it was he who asked the other party to rub his stomach.
He shrank into the black mist, trying to avoid the hand behind him, and said vaguely: "I... I don't know."
Of course he hoped it was true, but his remaining rationality told him that because this was a dream, all kinds of liking and intimacy were covered with a layer of vague imagination.
When it really changed to reality, would he accept the existence of such a person?
Not only do you doubt yourself, but you also doubt the other party. Is there really someone who doesn't dislike everything about him and treats him unconditionally...
The Wenya people I met during the day were willing to go with me and generously gave away food, but it was only because they regarded the black mist as his ability.
In fact, he is useless, with a pair of ugly horns, and there are two monsters, black mist and spider, around him.
If these were known by others, they would only treat him as a monster too.
Heiwu was very dissatisfied with Weimian's answer: "I don't know?"
Weimian's attitude towards today's few people made him feel a sense of crisis. Sure enough, because they are of the same kind, he instinctively develops a good impression of them, which is completely different from his reaction when he saw him and the spider.
Including in the dream, Weimian likes his human form, but doesn't like the mist itself very much.
But his recovered strength was not enough at the moment, the spider was too timid to show up, and he was worried about leaving Weimian's side and letting him be with those humans.
Sleepless's mood was a little depressed, and she drooped her thick eyelashes without making a sound.
Hei Wu kissed his horn, and continued to caress the delicate flesh under his hand: "You said that you like me the most."
Weimian blushed, her thoughts were immediately diverted, unable to hide, she buried her face in the arms of the black mist in a daze.
Outside of the dream, Zhang Er, who was in charge of the night watch, left halfway to relieve himself nearby, and when he came back, he happened to pass by the place where Sleepless was resting.
He suddenly stopped and looked over there.
Weimian sat quietly under the tree, with his head tilted against the tree trunk as if he had fallen asleep, the moonlight shone through the shade of the tree, and only a small part of his chin was exposed on the edge of the wide brim of the hat.
Zhang Er still remembered the face he hid, he only glanced at it, but the impression was very deep.
The black cat with strange pupils disappeared, Zhang Er couldn't help approaching Weimian, and came not far from him with light steps.
He doesn't know what he's doing, maybe he just wants to take a closer look at Weimian, he's asleep now, so he won't be found...
Zhang Er's eyes flickered, and the dark mist appeared in vain.
Before he could react, the mist condensed into a blurry figure, who was close at hand in a blink of an eye, and a hand grabbed his neck.
The figure was so powerful that Zhang Er's feet were forced off the ground, and he couldn't make any sound from his throat. The scales on his arms were struggling to emerge, but they couldn't take shape.
The ability could not be used, and the feeling of suffocation gave him the illusion that he was dying. He struggled desperately and wanted to ask Zhang Yi on the other side for help.
At this time, Weimian under the tree moved, as if he was restless in sleep.
With a soft "bang", the strength on Zhang Er's neck suddenly loosened, and he was thrown on the grass.
The figure dissipated into a large cloud of mist, and returned to Wan Mian's side to wrap him gently until he fell into a deep sleep again.
At the same time, a pair of dark red vertical pupils opened in the darkness, and their cold eyes fell on Zhang Er.
Zhang Er looked horrified, got up and fled quickly.
He returned to the tent, and Zhang Yi looked behind him: "What was the sound just now?" Zhang Er lowered his head and covered the marks on the side of his neck with his hands, and coughed lightly: "I accidentally fell."
He sat down on his own, Zhang Yi didn't notice his abnormality, so he nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
It wasn't until the pain in the neck completely disappeared that Zhang Er mustered up the courage to look in the direction where Wei Mian was, with the fear that had not dissipated remaining in his eyes.
He didn't know what it was, it might be the sleepless ability, or it might be the black cat.
But Zhang Er can be sure that he really almost died there just now.
The gap in strength was too big, he couldn't resist when he was strangled, and the opponent's last move to let him go was more like a warning to him.
If he dares... No matter how much he dares, Zhang Er is not even sure himself.
But the fear of facing death was very real, and there seemed to be a line of sight following him behind him, which made him afraid to tell the truth to Zhang Yi for a while.
It's just that Weimian's appearance is too deceptive, he is not a weak boy.
Even if he could kill hundreds of believers and repel Chao Chung, the five of them together would definitely not be his opponent.
Zhang Er touched the remaining marks on the side of his neck, retracted his eyes and said in a low voice: "Brother, do we really want to bring...together?"
He didn't even dare to say Weimian's name, Zhang didn't look sideways: "That person is very powerful, wouldn't it be good to be together?"
And when he saw Weimian getting along with Wenya's siblings, the other was just a child who didn't talk much.
Zhang Er twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's quite powerful..."
It just so happened that the wind blew up at this time, the moon was blocked by clouds, and the surroundings suddenly darkened.
Zhang Er immediately recalled the scene just now, and a chill ran up his spine, but he still held back his words.
He completely put away all the thoughts he shouldn't have, and when he saw Weimian and the black cat in his arms the next day, he went to the back to pack the tent alone.
Everyone's breakfast is relatively simple. It is a kind of plant root found by the stream. It is directly torn off the skin and eaten raw. It tastes very similar to some berries.
Weimian ate a few mouthfuls, while Wenya and the others were looking at the map, discussing which way would be the most suitable to take, quietly left the vicinity, and came to the corner where there was no one on the other side.
He looked around and whispered, "Luna?"
The black cat in his arms raised his eyes and looked at a broken stone wall. The air there was slightly distorted, and a black head poked out, with the shape of a human face printed on it.
"Luna!"
The worried look on Weimian's face turned into surprise, and she finally felt relieved, and stepped forward to touch the transparent cocoon: "I didn't see you last night, so I thought you didn't follow..."
The spider let out a soft "woo", and for some reason looked at the black cat with dodgy and timid eyes.
It only exposed its head from the cocoon, and suddenly the top of its neck moved, and a palm-sized figure emerged from the cocoon.
Weimian opened her eyes wide, very surprised: "Huh?"
Under the cold gaze of the black cat, the dead branch insect only lasted for two seconds before retracting into the cocoon, hiding inside and shivering.
Although the black mist didn't seem to have the intention of killing it, the eyes were still terrifying.
The spider knew that Black Mist would be unhappy, so it tore open the cocoon a little more with its soft limbs, and took out the slate it had prepared earlier in the morning.
There is a line of words on it - it always follows me.
"So you came from the woods together?" Weimian poked the cocoon, but unfortunately the dead branch worm was unwilling to come out, "It seems to like Luna very much."
It was because of these words that the oppressive atmosphere around him eased, the black cat closed its eyes, and lay down in Weimian's arms.
The spider heaved a sigh of relief, and it knew that there was Weishui, and the deadwood insects would be fine.
Weimian broke off a piece of uneaten thick plant stem and fed it to the spider, saying, "Wenya and the others don't know when they will leave, it shouldn't be too long..."
They were going to go to the Garden of Eden... In fact, Wemian was a little concerned about that place.
If he was a new human, he would probably go there as well. Even if it wasn't for enhancing his powers, he still wanted to know if the Garden of Eden had anything to do with him.
The icon on the map is almost exactly the same as the mark on his body. Is there such a coincidence in this world?
But he is not a new human being. Weimian can't make up his mind to go to a completely strange place with only one imprint.
What's more, there are three monsters beside him...
Weimian sighed: "There is water here, and food is also available here. When Wenya and the others leave, we will stay here..."
There are more places to hide in this area, and it should be safer than the woods.
The black cat, which was resting with its eyes closed, suddenly opened its eyes and looked at the spider.
The spider paused, threw the half-gnawed thick stem into the cocoon for the dead branch insects to eat, and shrank back in by itself.
The sound of rummaging through the paper came from inside the cocoon, and the spider quickly placed the stone slab with the re-pasted paper in front of Meimian's eyes.
— Said the Lord, go to the Garden of Eden.
Weimian was taken aback: "Why?"
However, the spider put away the slate and no longer communicated with him, proving that it didn't know, and was just passing on the message for the black mist.
The black cat in her arms was quiet, and Wanmian lowered her head to look at it.
Why did the black mist go to the human base?Inexplicably, he had some bad thoughts in his heart, could it be...
Weimian cautiously probed: "I think Wenya and the others are not bad, you probably wouldn't... take action against them, would you?"
He was afraid that Black Mist would go on a killing spree after going to the human base... There is no difference in the eyes of monsters whether they are humans or believers.
The black cat looked at him for a while, then leaned over and licked his chin.
Weimian is apprehensive and at a loss, does this mean he agrees with him?
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