forced to be pampered by monsters

The black cat stood up with its front paws hooked on WeiMian's coat, and Weimian carefully supported its hind legs and back for fear that it would fall off.

The hot and humid animal's tongue coating scratched the skin, and from being uncomfortable at the beginning to getting used to it, Weimian tilted his head and waited for it to stop.

The dead branch insect poked its head out of the cocoon again, and quietly sat on top of the spider's head.

The black cat looked normal now, and from the time it met Wenyue until now, it didn't have any rejection reaction to strangers.

Sleepless thought it agreed, and felt a lot more relaxed, but the road is far away, and it would be inconvenient for the spider to follow.

It's not that he doesn't want the spider to follow him, but he is afraid that it will be discovered by others.

Unless, he didn't go with Wenya and the others, and after they left, he would bring the map to find the route alone.

Weimian thinks this is feasible, as for food... Isn't it just food, he can live well by eating wild fruits every day in the woods.

And he might be more comfortable and at ease not going with the others.

Having figured this out, Weimian finally touched the top of the spider's head, letting it and the dead branch worm hide first, and returned to Wenya and the others with the black cat in their arms.

Seeing the figure of Weimian, Wenya's brows were obviously loosened, and she lifted her backpack: "We are leaving soon, how about you?"

Wen Yue stood at the back, looked in the direction of the two of them, and was also waiting for Wei Mian's answer.

He could tell that Weimian was interested in this place when he asked about the Garden of Eden yesterday.

But for some reason, he seemed to have some concerns.

Could it be that they are not active enough?Wen Yue didn't want to just get acquainted with him in the end after spending so much time finding Wemian in the woods.

Without waiting for Weimian to answer, he preemptively asked, "Why not Rulu? Let's go to the Garden of Eden to see what's going on."

However, Weimian shook her head, apologetic: "I want to stay here...Thank you for the food these two days."

Wen Yue looked disappointed. Since Weimian refused, he couldn't say anything more. Among the triplets, only Zhang Er secretly rejoiced, and the other two didn't have much reaction.

"Okay, take care of yourself," Wen Ya said as she opened her backpack and took out a small box of dried fruit, "You keep this for eating."

She is different from Wen Yue, she doesn't go if she doesn't want to, she is only worried that Weimian will stay in this wilderness by herself, and she has to start looking for food by herself again.

Weimian was embarrassed to accept the dried fruit, but just as he was about to refuse, Wenya stuffed the thing into his hand directly: "There is a map to go to Guishan Base, you can go there anytime."

She believed in Weimian's strength, and said no more about the rest, and left with the other four after saying goodbye to Weimian.

Weimian squeezed the small box containing dried fruit tightly in her hand, with a tangled expression.

When Wenya and the others walked away, he remembered that the wooden jug filled with water had not been returned.

Now that it was too late to chase after him, he took the kettle to the stream to clean it silently, refilled the water, thinking that if he could meet again in the future, he would return it.

There was no one else around, and the spider and the deadwood bug finally saw the light and came to the stream to drink water together.

Weimian puts down the wooden pot and strokes the black cat in her arms: "I lied to them..."

He was a little depressed, and began to wonder if what he did was wrong, Wen Ya took such good care of him.

But there are three monsters around him, the black cat doesn't have to hide, the twig worm is small, but the spider can't.

Thinking of the spider having to hide all the way, Wei Mian also felt distressed.

Before he was expelled from the base, he could never have imagined that he would have a day to think about monsters.

Looking at the continuously flowing stream, Weimian sighed, "I can only eat some fruit at noon." Hearing this, the spider thought that Weimian was hungry, so he opened his abdomen and took out a small bag, which contained all the things of Weimian.

The tree stump used to hold water, some dried wild fruits, and two boxes of dried meat that I picked up at the beginning.

The blood-stained backpack was washed once by Wumian, and the blood stains on it couldn't be removed at all. A spider helped him pack things, so he threw away the backpack.

Weimian opened the box Wenya gave her, ate a piece of dried fruit, and also fed some spiders and deadwood insects.

But the black cat didn't eat it, and the box was finally put together with other things and put back into the spider's stomach.

—

After noon, Sleepless planned to leave.

He still ate something casually, and took out the map to find the route, which was the direction Wenya and the others left in the morning.

There were more believers wandering in the ruins area. Several believers approached in the morning, but they were all instantly killed by the black mist, and the spiders dragged the corpses away and threw them away.

Now Weimian finally confirmed how the pile of corpses he saw at the edge of the woods came from.

He was in a delicate mood, and his hands holding the black cat were faintly heavy.

When he was about to leave, the black cat jumped out of his arms.

Weimian was sitting on the stone by the stream, the black cat squatted on the ground in front of him, its figure suddenly became blurred.

It dispersed into a cloud of pure black mist, and then slowly condensed into a figure.

The surface of the figure was covered with a layer of mist, and he stretched out a hand towards Weimian.

The noon sun was hot, but it couldn't penetrate the dark fog. This scene looked very strange in broad daylight.

Weimian didn't know why, so he stood still and didn't dare to move.

He was used to the existence of the black cat, but when he suddenly saw the figure formed by the mist, he felt a little scared and flinched.

But before he could react, the figure directly grabbed his hand.

The warm, human-like touch made Weimian hesitate for a moment, and then the figure hugged him into his arms.

Everything in front of him was covered by the mist, and Weimian seemed to be forced to close his eyes, not being able to see anything made him less nervous.

And... this hug gave him a sense of familiarity.

Except for the blurred mist on the surface, it seemed that there was really someone hugging him, wrapping his arms around his waist, slowly stroking his back with his palms, and breathing softly in his ears.

He is comforting himself.

This idea inexplicably popped up in Weimian's mind, but he couldn't explain why he thought so.

But after all, Weimian is no longer afraid of the blurry figure in front of him, and his breathing and heartbeat have calmed down.

Whether it's the black cat, the mist, or the shadow, it's all the same.

And the black mist is indeed comforting Weimian, since Wenya and the others left in the morning, Weimian has not been very happy.

Although Heiwu didn't like those people, they were the same kind as Wumian after all, perhaps because of this, Wanmian felt depressed.

He is growing up, weak, timid, and needs protection, and he can feel more at ease when he is with the same kind.

The information that the spider collected for him also said that human beings live in groups and need to be with each other.

He can do this kind of thing, but it will take a little time.

When he has a real human body, he can satisfy everything that Weimian wants and needs.

After a while, the figure let go of Wemian, and changed back into the appearance of a black cat, squatting on the spot and looking up at him.

Weimian was stunned for a while, then bent down to hug it as if waking up from a dream.

The hug just now made him feel strangely awkward, he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, he held back for a while before saying: "Let's go."

The black cat licked the side of Sleepless's chin, lay down and closed its eyes.

—

Weimian's speed was not fast, he stopped when it was getting dark, and looked for a place to rest nearby.

This ruins area is very large, and it takes at least a few days to walk. Weimian saw a few corpses of believers along the road, which should be Wenya and the others.

Before the sky completely darkened, Wei Mian found a ruin where she could shelter.

The spider helped clean up the gravel inside, and spread a thick layer of dry grass, and a horizontal stone wall was just above it.

He didn't find any edible food along the way, so he could only take out wild fruits to fill his stomach at night, and he was reluctant to eat dried meat and dried fruits when he was awake.

He sat down and let the spider take out the food it had stored there, but the black cat left at this time.

It rubbed against the back of Sleepless's hand, jumped out of the ruins nimbly, and quickly disappeared into the night.

The spider quickly took out the slate, found a piece of paper and pasted it on.

—The Lord went to find food.

It turned out to be looking for food... Weimian was very surprised, but when he thought about it, Heiwu once disguised himself as a vine and delivered food to him, but later, the food delivery and grilled fish were replaced by spiders.

As soon as the black cat left, the dead branch insect finally had a chance to get close to Wanmian. It jumped up from the spider's head and jumped into Wanmian's arms accurately.

Weimian seemed to be still covered with the residual breath of black mist, and while shivering, the dead branch worm hugged a piece of fabric of Weimian's clothes: "Chirp..."

"Are you cold?" Seeing it trembling, Weimian wrapped her warm palm around it, "So you still call like that..."

He had only heard the shriek of the twig bug before, and thought that was its usual sound.

Weimian touched the dead branch insect's finger-sized head and asked, "Do you have a name?"

The twig worm stared blankly at him, as if it didn't understand the sentence, the spider shook its head and answered the question for it.

"Then I'll call you from now on..." The dead branch insect probably can't read characters like a spider, and can't name itself, so Weimian thought for a while: "Call you Jiujiu?"

The dead branch worm "chirped", as if responding to Wanmian's words.

Sleepless thought it agreed, and when he turned on the kettle to drink water, the black cat came back.

It still looked like it left, with a cloud of mist behind it, and something was wrapped in it.

The dead branch worm sensed its approach, and immediately slipped away from Never Sleeping body, and hid itself in the spider's cocoon.

The black cat didn't bother to pay attention to it, and threw the things in the mist on the ground, revealing the original appearance inside.

It was a section of wing, as long as a sleepless arm. The black feathers were stained with blood. It was unknown what kind of bird it came from.

There is also a branch with a few blue fruits hanging on it, a little monster that looks like a gecko.

The monster broke loose and immediately tried to escape, but was again suppressed by the mist.

The black cat looked at the spider with its glowing vertical pupils at night, and the latter immediately understood, picked up its wings and went to the stream to clean them.

Weimian wanted to come by himself, but the spider took the first step. He followed under the moonlight, watching the spider tear off the feathers with its soft limbs, and then break off the top part with less flesh and throw it away.

While the spider was processing it, it looked at the black cat from time to time, and started to light the fire after it was done.

This step doesn't need Weimian's help, the little monster caught by the black cat can breathe fire.

Once the spider couldn't make a fire when grilling fish, it also caught this kind of monster to help. It thought that the black mist was just entrusting this task to it, but he didn't expect him to write it down himself.

Dry twigs burned, fire-breathing little monsters were let go, spiders fixed their wings above the fire, and a cloud of black mist drifted closer.

With the help of the mist, the wings turned slowly. The spider understood that it was disgusting that it couldn't cook, and the black mist wanted to do it by itself.

The spider reflected for a while, the fish that was baked before did not look very good, so he stepped aside.

After a while, under the command of the black mist, it cut open the fruit it brought back, and spread the juice on the surface of its wings.

Weimian sat on the sidelines and watched the whole process, and felt that this method was no different from the way he grilled fish, except that the steps of processing ingredients and applying fruit juice were missing.

The black cat is doing two things at once, lying in the arms of Weimian and manipulating the mist to turn the barbecue. His mood is inexplicably complicated: "It turns out...you can do this."

Even a few monsters are much better than him alone...

The black cat lay quietly on its stomach until the smell of barbecue gradually filled the air.

The sound of lighting a fire attracted two believers, who were killed by the sudden fog before they got close.

Weimian heard the voice and glanced into the distance, but saw nothing clearly.

He turned his head and smelled the aroma of barbecue. He hadn't eaten anything since noon, and a pang of hunger surged in his empty stomach.

After confirming that the meat was roasted, the spider picked a large plant leaf and cleaned it with stream water, exposed the sharp tips of the front legs, and cut off the meat from the wings.

Although its front legs were not as good as knives, and there was still a lot of meat left on the bones, the parts cut off were enough to fill the sleepless stomach.

In the end, the roasted meat covered with leaves was delivered to Weimian, who lowered his head and held the meat, still unable to react.

He originally thought that if he didn't go with Wenya and the others, he could only go back to the old days of eating raw wild fruits and vegetables. The water source here was not a lake in the woods, and he couldn't see any living things in it, let alone find a fish.

When we came all the way in the afternoon, Weimian was reflecting on himself, whether it was because he had been too stable recently that he began to become dissatisfied.

Obviously at the beginning, as long as he could survive, he didn't expect anything else.

Weimian really wants to go with Wenya and the others, but he is not a new human being, and his survival depends on the monsters around him, and he has to think about them.

Besides, he didn't enjoy any good treatment in the base before.

However, when he was ready and returned to the days of living alone with monsters, he got the barbecue in his hand again.

The spider washed and handed a thin branch to Weimian, which can be used as a fork, and Weimian hesitated to eat a piece of barbecue, with an even more dazed expression.

This taste is a little bit worse than what I ate at noon yesterday, but only a little bit, and I don't know how many times stronger than the grilled fish that Weimian and Spider made before.

It was windy at night, and the barbecue would get cold after a while, so I buried my head in eating until I finished eating the barbecue on the leaves, and then I remembered that I didn't feed the black cat.

Spiders and twigs are both vegetarians, but the black cat ate barbecue yesterday, which made Weimian want to feed it something every time he ate something.

Holding the empty leaf in his hand, he said shyly, "I forgot..."

The black cat seemed to know what he wanted to say, and leaned over to gently lick the tip of his nose.

The remaining sundries were cleaned up by the spider, and Weimian hugged the black cat, feeling sincerely: "You are so amazing..."

He is powerful, can turn into a cat, has a subordinate like a spider, and can barbecue...but he doesn't know anything, and he needs a monster to take care of himself.

The complicated emotions continued into the dream. After sleeping soundly at night, Weimian woke up in a familiar dream.

Hei Wu was hugging him: "The food at night, isn't it delicious?"

Weimian was stunned for a while before realizing it, and nodded: "It's delicious."

Then why is he still not very happy... Hei Mist hugged him into his arms, and stroked his back with his palm: "Missing the same kind?"

Weimian's sluggish brain failed to understand what he meant, but suddenly remembered something because of his movements.

Today's day... the embrace of the black mist.

He raised his head and stared blankly at the person in front of him: "You..."

"What?" The two moved intimately, Hei Wu squeezed Sleepless's chin, and slowly rubbed against the small piece of skin, "I can cook the food you like."

He only needs to read those steps once, and there is a taste that Weimian likes. If he wants to learn, these things are not difficult.

Weimian's expression became more and more dull: "You did it?"

He finally realized what the problem was. Could it be that the person in his dream was the black mist he held in his arms before going to sleep.

There should be some explanations... But Weimian just woke up from the dream, and the memory is not very clear, but this idea is lingering.

By the way, black cat.

He said he wanted to keep a small pet, and Hei Wu turned into a cat the next day.

Hei Wu lowered his eyes: "It's me."

He didn't try to hide it at all, Weimian didn't know how to react, suddenly felt pain in his body, and groaned.

The pain came suddenly and spread all over the body, like magma was about to burst out from the bones, burning all the way to the outermost layer of the skin.

Wei Mian turned pale in an instant, and fell on Hei Wu.

His consciousness was fuzzy, and he felt that someone was hugging him tightly, and then the pain eased a lot.

Weimian opened her eyes and saw that her cuffs had been rolled up, and her wrists were covered with bruises.

Hei Wu hugged him, and stroked the bruises on his skin with his palms, but the bruises had just disappeared, and immediately floated up again.

At the same time, the pain surged up again, Weimian could hardly speak, clutching the corner of her clothes tightly and trembling all over.

He leaned weakly against Hei Mist, feeling a pair of hands protruding into his clothes, and as long as the place was stroked, the pain would be much lessened.

Weimian shrank into the black mist with the remaining strength, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and said nasally: "It hurts..."

Black Mist continued to heal his wounds until he was in better condition, and kissed the horns on his head: "You are growing."

The gentle kiss and caress made Weimian finally calm down. With tears at the end of his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep under exhaustion.