forced to be pampered by monsters

Early the next morning, Wen Yue found the remaining half of the animal's hind legs in the grass.

With a vigilant look on his face, he held his nose and lifted it up with a leaf pad: "This thing wasn't here yesterday, right?"

There was no one watching the night yesterday, Wen Yue checked the surrounding area before going to bed, but found nothing.

Moreover, this piece of meat was obviously smoked. This method of preserving meat is only known to humans, but the broken place looked like it was bitten off by the sharp teeth of an animal.

With such a large piece of meat, it is estimated that it is not small, but they did not hear any movement last night.

Could it be...was it cut by a special knife?But how could it appear here.

Weimian turned her head in response: "What is it?"

Hei Mist was peeling the fruit for him. The spider found it by the stream in the morning. The skin of the fruit was very hard, and the pulp inside was sweet.

He peeled one and fed it directly to Weimian, who took a bite out of his hand.

The fruit is neither big nor small, half of it was left after Weimian bit it, Hei Wu lowered his eyes to stare at the fruit, put it in his mouth and swallowed it, picked up another one and peeled off the outer skin.

Weimian was looking at the things in Wenyue's hands, and didn't notice his movements.

"A piece of meat with bones," Wen Yue approached, looking at the spider beside him, "Did Luna leave it there before she finished eating?"

The spider quickly shook his head, it only eats vegetarian food, this is not what it left over.

It's not a spider, and it's even less likely to be a dead branch insect the size of a palm. Wen Yue repeatedly looked at the meat in his hand: "How to deal with it?"

In the last days, food is one of the most precious materials. This meat looks good, and it should still be edible after washing...

Weimian was hesitating, when Heiwu peeled the new fruit and handed it over, saying: "Throw it away."

Wen Yue was taken aback, and nodded immediately: "The origin is unknown, it's better to throw it away."

He immediately took the meat to a farther place, and threw it in a more conspicuous place.

If the meat is edible and someone else picks it up, it is considered a good deed.

Not far away, a pair of pitch-black eyes saw this scene.

The monster's limbs were twisted, entwined around the tree in a strange posture, and the dense leaves completely covered it.

It was expressionless, with a slight gap in the center of its face, and its fangs were grinding each other.

The food sent to Sleepless was thrown away.

The monster knew that the black mist must have been intentional. He deliberately refused to let Weimian accept food. Only he knew that he had come last night.

It was very angry, but there was nothing it could do about it. From the first trial the night before yesterday, it knew that the black mist was not something it could provoke.

The monster remained motionless, and its empty eyes occasionally looked at the spiders and twig insects beside Wumian.

Not long after, the three people in the distance set off.

The monster let go of its limbs wrapped around the tree trunk, and followed silently.

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Spiders and deadwood insects move forward in the space of the cocoon, and the weaving speed of the cocoon is limited. They can't walk fast in it, so they deliberately slow down and wait for them before sleeping.

The dead branch insect stayed in the cocoon for a while, and because of its small size, it was not easy to be found, so it ran out and jumped around in the grass.

The spider was very envious, and was exhausted from being alone in the cocoon.

Fortunately, Weimian was considerate of it, and occasionally stopped to rest. The three of them moved forward very slowly, and Wen Yue didn't urge them.

After walking forward for a whole day, the surrounding environment hardly changed. I met a few waves of strangers on the way, probably new humans who had just joined the organization. They only looked at each other from a distance, and then went their separate ways.

At night, they bumped into some nomads again.

This time, the few people who followed the little braid yesterday saw the side of Wei Mian and Hei Mist.

One of them stopped and asked suspiciously, "Why are you still in this direction?"

If you want to find supplies that can be handed in, you have to go to the edge of the woods, and the three of Wen Yue are obviously not taking the correct route.

"I'm lost," Wen Yue smiled, regardless of whether the other party believed it or not, "I will go find the medicinal materials tomorrow morning."

Weimian sat under the tree drinking water silently, praying in his heart that they would leave quickly.

He was not afraid of being discovered, but worried that these people would not be able to leave once Hei Wu got angry.

Fortunately, the person who made the sound didn't ask any more questions, but just snorted coldly: "It's best to act quickly, when you have all the things handed in, when can you leave."

After he finished speaking, he led the others away. Hei Wu raised his eyes, and his cold gaze fell behind them.

Weimian suddenly leaned over and whispered, "Don't pay attention to them, let them go."

I'm afraid that making noise will attract other people, so it's better to calm down before finding Wenya.

The killing intent in Hei Wu's eyes suddenly dissipated, taking advantage of the situation, he hugged Weimian into his arms.

Wen Yue stood up wisely, packed the things in his backpack, and prepared to rest elsewhere.

Weimian is not used to getting too close to Hei Wu in front of others, her ears are a little red, she lowers her head to hide her face.

After Wen Yue walked away, Weimian raised her head again.

He stretched out his hand to push the brim of the hat up a little, and said hesitantly, "I'm a little hot."

Hei Wu reached out to his forehead and cheek: "Uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable," Weimian shook her head, "I want to take off a piece of clothing."

It's been getting hotter lately, and he's wearing a coat and a spider's cocoon, among other things.

Some time ago, I relied on green-toothed beasts to drive, and it was still a bit cold when the wind blew. Now I can't walk on foot after a long time.

Weimian glanced at Wen Yue who was not far away under the tree, and said in a low voice, "I still want to fetch water and wipe it off...will you go with me?"

The spider and the dead branch insect are also over there. Wen Yue stays here alone, and it is just right to have these two monsters with him.

Hei Wu replied: "Okay."

The two quietly got up in the night and came to the stream, and Weimian took out her small towel from her pocket.

He took off his coat and another piece of clothing inside, put them on the clean grass beside him, and stopped when the close-fitting cocoon was left.

The black mist was still by his side, and he had no intention of going away at all.

When the cold wind blows at night, Wei Mian's face starts to feel hot instead: "You..."

He wanted Black Mist not to look at him here, but...he didn't want him to be too far away.

It's so dark, you may meet strangers at any time, and you're not sure if the water is safe or not, just in case...

Weimian convinced himself, but in the end he didn't say anything, and the black mist was a monster in essence, so he might not care about it at all.

He took a few deep breaths, took off the last piece of clothing, and dipped the towel into the stream.

The stream water at night was icy cold, and Wei Mian was unbearably cold after just a few wipes.

Probably coupled with the fact that he was a little nervous now, his hand slipped, and the towel fell into the stream and almost sank.

The black mist was picked up in time, imitating the action of Wanmeng, wringing it out and handing it over.

When Weimian took it, she was taken aback, the temperature of the towel became hot.

Weimian unfolded the towel, felt it in surprise, after wiping it off, let the black mist reheat the towel.

Seeing Heiwu wring out the towel for him, he felt a little embarrassed: "Thank you."

This time, Hei Wu didn't give the towel to Weimian, but wanted to wipe it for him.

Weimian sensed his intention and backed away: "I... don't need to..."

Black Mist directly held him down and let him sit on his lap: "It's too slow."

It is much colder at night than during the day, and at the speed of sleepless nights, you will definitely catch a cold.

He was holding the towel, and the temperature in his palm continued to radiate, and he gently wiped the side of Wanmian's fair neck.