forced to be pampered by monsters

Weimian was very worried, he wasn't sure if Tengwan wanted to talk to him or not.

He quietly clenched the weeds in his hands, and was about to speak again, to say thank you to the vines.

These days, it was the one who found so many sweet wild fruits for itself, as well as the two little flowers yesterday.

Although the two dead fish before... But that was his own problem, he couldn't accept the smell of fish, and it was the first time he encountered such a thing, facing the unknown creature hiding in the dark, he was A little scared.

Before Weimian could make a sound, his eyes blurred.

The vines flew straight towards him and entangled his arms, winding upwards from the exposed wrist, and the thinner tail wrapped around Sleepless' shoulder.

Weimian was taken aback, she dared not move her entangled right hand, and even held her breath.

After the vines entangled him, the curved and cocked tail moved closer, tentatively rubbing against the side of Sleepless's face.

Weimian raised her head slightly, without resisting or avoiding.

The vine shook its body and rubbed against him harder, rubbing against his skin with the softest part of its stem.

Weimian gradually relaxed from initial apprehension to bewilderment, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the leaves of the vine.

He could vaguely feel that the vines seemed excited.

The vine was actively touched, and became more excited and uncontrollable, "swish" tightly wrapped around the fingertips of the sleepless.

It looks like a little green snake, but it doesn't have the fangs and venom of a snake. Weimian thinks it's a little...cute.

"Did you give those fruits to me?" Weimian asked aloud, raising her hands carefully.

The vines rubbed against him affectionately, and the blades scraped against the tip of his nose, as if in response.

The question that has been bothering me for several days finally found the answer, and Weimian said gratefully: "Thank you."

The vines paused for a moment, as if thinking about the meaning of his words.

That day Weimian put the fish on the stone and said these two words, but he didn't accept the fish.

The vines wrapped around his wrist tightened silently, but Weimian didn't notice it, he was struggling with what to do next.

He finally saw the mysterious fruit-giving creature, although it was not the same as he imagined...and then?

Weimian didn't know why the vine gave fruit, but he thought it was at least friendly. In this not-so-safe forest, it was the only living thing he could touch.

He felt that he could be friends with Vine, but he had rarely communicated with people before, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

Weimian held back for a long while before saying stiffly, "I...I'm going to the hammock, will you come with me?"

After he finished speaking, he regretted it. It seemed a bit too abrupt to ask such a question. In case the vine was just giving something away, he didn't want to have too much contact with him.

Weimian pursed her lips tightly, lowered her head and covered most of her face with the wide brim of her hat, feeling annoyed and anxious.

His mood suddenly changed, and Vine was keenly aware of it, but he didn't know why.

It bent its stem, gently stroked Sleepless's side face, comforting him like it did in a dream a few days ago, and then circled several times around his hand and stopped still.

This... should mean agreeing to go with him?

Weimian suddenly became happy again, he whispered: "Wait for me a little longer."

He got up and went back to the cave to take out the tree stump filled with water, wiped his face and washed his face as fast as he could, the vines wrapped around his hands all the way motionless, at first glance it looked like he was wearing a bulky bracelet.

He was afraid that the vines would get impatient, so he finally put the wild fruit in his pocket and planned to eat it on the road.

The sun just came out when we arrived at the destination. Weimian arranged the hay on the hammock and sat on it. He looked down and found that the material used to weave the hammock was very similar to the vines wrapped around his hands.

Weimian touched the hammock under her body and came to the conclusion of "coincidence".

The sun shone warmly on her body, and after staying quietly for a while, Weimian began to talk to herself.

"This bed should have been left by someone before." He was embarrassed to say that the material of the hammock and the vines look like the same plant. He always felt disrespectful, and said dryly: "I have slept on it twice, and it is very comfortable."

As soon as he finished speaking, the vines trembled slightly, and the tail let go of Wanmian's wrist, got into the pocket of his coat, wrapped a fruit inside and brought it to Wanmian's lips.

Weimian was slightly dazed, opened his mouth to eat, and felt a subtle sense of strangeness in his heart.

He grew so big that no one ever fed him.

No one is willing to pay attention to an ordinary and lonely child without parents and send him some food.

Weimian knew that he was useless, and was always worried that he would offend others. Most of the time, he was so hungry that he would go to the kitchen to ask for something to eat.

Unexpectedly, after being deported, the only feeling he felt being taken care of came from a vine in the barren area.

Even a vine can't speak and can only entangle him in the simplest way.

Moreover, Weimian also has a kind of joy of finally finding the same kind.

His horns didn't grow until he was an adult, and only his mother knew about the supernatural powers that he showed by accident when he was a child.

The woman who was crazy all day long did not make a big show, nor was she frightened, but looked at him with defensive and resentful eyes from time to time, and muttered: "Little monster."

Weimian knew that he might not be human, how could a normal human grow black horns.

But he is not a monster either, he is not those hideous monsters who specialize in eating flesh and blood.

And the vines are, to some extent, very similar to him.

It's also... a little monster.

Wei Mian lay down on the hammock, put his hands sideways in front of his eyes, and gently stroked the smooth stems of the vines.

He asked again, "Where did you pick those fruits?"

Of course, it was impossible for the vine to answer, and Weimian continued to talk to himself: "You can take me to have a look, so that I don't have to trouble you all the time in the future."

He has been in the woods for several days, and the wild fruit he finds is always sour and astringent, which is completely different from the ones brought by the vines. Weimian is very curious about where it is found.

Couldn't it be...it grew by itself?

Weimian's heart tightened, and he quietly looked at the vine's body, and he relaxed when he didn't find any place that could bear fruit.

The vine paused, then rolled out a fruit from his pocket and fed it to Weimian, it seemed that he had no intention of taking him there.

Weimian didn't ask any more questions, he actually just wanted to talk to Vine.

The vine continued to feed him, and the fruit in his pocket was quickly eaten, and Wei Mian woke up too early today, and at this time he began to feel sleepy soon after basking in the sun.

He yawned, rubbed the steam from his eyes, and said to the vine, "I want to sleep for a while..."

Not long after the words fell, Weimian closed her eyes and breathed calmly, and fell asleep.

Vines slowly let go of his hand and moved closer to his face, feeling the warm breath from his breath.

Wei Mian didn't sleep for a long time, and when he woke up, the vines were gone.

He searched the hammock and the surrounding woods, but found nothing.

Weimian was at a loss and lost, he returned to the cave, but he didn't see the new wild fruit again.

Could it be that he had hallucinations, and the vines he saw all morning were all fake...

Weimian sat among the bushes, lowered his head and grabbed the weeds in front of him, feeling very depressed.

He thought to himself that the vines might have their own things to do, and it was impossible to stay with him all the time.

Weimian comforted himself for a while, then turned back to the hammock, and stayed until the sun went down before going back.

—

At night, Weimian lay alone on the haystack, with two small flowers that had begun to wither beside her.

Black mist drifted in from the outside, wrapping around Weimian's exposed fingertips, and Weimian frowned slightly, not sleeping very well.

He was dreaming again, and the black mist that appeared in the dream again condensed into a vague figure, with outstretched arms embracing Wei Mian.

"It's me..." Human Shadow's voice was low, with a hint of undetectable resentment and unwillingness, he rubbed the hair next to Weimian's ear, "I gave it to you..."

Weimian looked dazed, the dream made his senses and reactions dull, plus he hadn't dreamed in the past two days, so he relaxed his vigilance.

He felt himself being hugged tightly, and invisible hands touched his whole body, and finally pinched the back of his neck gently.

The voice continued: "You accept."

What did he accept?Sleepless's brain was in a mess, and he couldn't think normally at all.

But he faintly sensed that the other party wanted his response.

So Weimian raised her head and stared blankly at the figure: "Yes."

He was immediately hugged even tighter, and countless billows of mist boiled behind the unseen back of Wanmian, both excited and restrained.

The figure was very satisfied with Wan Mian's performance, caressed his fair and delicate cheeks like a reward, and then moved up to pinch the small horns.

Tremors spread all over his body, and Weimian began to struggle immediately, but his body was restrained and he couldn't escape, the corners of his lips were pressed down aggrievedly, expressing protest and rejection: "No..."

Yingying was in a good mood, allowing him to lose his temper, and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

Why can't you touch it?

Weimian fell into confusion again, buried her head in silence, and finally said after a long time: "...ugly."

The figure didn't speak any more. Immediately afterwards, Weimian felt a little soft and moist touch, slowly rubbing against the goat's horn, like kissing.

There was a burst of scorching heat on Wanmian's face, and she curled up her fingertips at a loss, enduring this strange strange feeling, she couldn't tell if she wanted to avoid it, and began to hope to continue.

This dream is very long. When Wei Mian woke up, she looked at the sky that had just lit up in a daze.

He had forgotten most of the picture in the dream, and only vaguely remembered what the voice was saying, and he accepted it.

Weimian vigilantly pulled out the weeds and looked around, but found nothing unusual.

He wasn't sure if the dream was the black shadow that wanted to kill him earlier. Although the dream gave him a familiar feeling, he was not in danger.

Or... the dream was just a dream, nothing more.

Weimian tightened her hat, raised her hand and rubbed her cheeks, always felt that she had missed some important part, but couldn't remember it.

He tried his best to forget the uneasiness and strangeness in his heart, and when he got out of the cave, he saw the vines crawling on the ground.

Weimian was overjoyed, and immediately forgot all the dreams and shadows, and walked forward a few steps.

A mass wrapped in leaves wraps around the center of the vine's stem, stopping to loosen the leaves to reveal the wild fruit inside.

Weimian's other awkwardness because it didn't tell me yesterday completely disappeared. It turned out that the vines were looking for food for him.

He stretched out his hand, and the vine climbed up along his fingertips, wrapping around his hand.

Weimian touched it: "I fell asleep yesterday, and I don't even know when you left."

He was squatting in the grass, with a reliance and gratitude that he hadn't noticed on his face, because he had an uneasy dream, and the traces of wetness in his eyes were still there.

The vine slid all the way up, around the back of Sleepless neck to the other shoulder, raised its tail and rubbed against his cheek.

Weimian tilted his head, waited for the vines to come down from his shoulders, then picked up the fruit on the ground and got up.

The vine left yesterday morning and did not appear until early this morning. Weimian wondered if the place where it picked the fruit was far away and it took a long time to go back and forth.

The woods are not safe, creatures like vines should not dream, but the spider is still there.

Weimian's expression became serious, and he lowered his head to the vine that was hooking one of his fingers and said, "There are monsters in the woods, you must be careful outside."

The movement of the vines wrapping around his fingertips paused slightly, and then continued to stick past them as if nothing had happened.

After eating the fruit, Weimian took out the empty tree stump.

The capacity of the tree stump is too small, and the water fetched is only enough for one day. He has to go to the lake today.

Thinking of the pile of corpses and spiders she saw last time, Weimian flinched a little, and had to go again.

Fortunately, the vine was with him. Even though it looked weaker than him and might not be able to help him in danger, it was still a living creature.

The mark engraved along the road the day before before Sleepless was still there, so he looked for it along the way, and when he was near the lake, he deliberately changed the direction and went to the other side, far away from the previous location.

He put down the vine first and let it wrap itself around the branch: "You wait for me here."

Weimian walked to the shore alone with the tree stump in his arms, checked that there was no danger nearby, and there was no strange rancid smell, and took out his small cloth bag.

After fetching water, he picked some edible wild vegetables by the lake, and turned back to the tree behind, where the vines were still obediently waiting for him.

The face under the brim of Unsleep's hat showed a smile, and stretched out his hand to let the vine wrap around him, and took it back with him.

Vines didn't leave halfway like yesterday, but stayed with Unmian until the sun went down.

Weimian wanted to speak several times, but always hesitated to speak.

He wanted the vines to stay at night and rest in the cave, but he didn't know what to say.

Weimian hesitated, seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, he had a premonition that the vines were about to leave.

At this moment, the sky in the distance was suddenly covered with a strange layer of dark red, which gradually spread to this side.

This weird scene had never appeared before, and a bad thought arose in Weimian, and she stood in an open place and looked over.

In the sky, a round sphere is emitting red light, which at first glance looks like a crimson moon falling from the night.

There was a moment of trance in Weimian's eyes, and then he realized that this was "Red Moon".

In a short time, the red light spread a little more, and the thing was moving towards the woods.

Weimian hastily lowered the brim of her hat to cover her sight, picked up the vines on the ground and quickly crawled into the cave.

When we were in the base before, the first monster Weimian heard of was Red Moon.

It is a lump of flesh made up of countless deformed organs and limbs. It floats and wanders in the barren area. Its body emits red light to lure creatures along the way to approach, and then kill them. It often appears at night.

This monster moves slowly, has poor sense of smell and eyesight, and its attack power is not high among monsters. As long as you don't stare at the red light all the time, you won't be completely confused by it, and you can hide before it approaches.

Weimian piled up all the hay in the cave to block the entrance, curled up and minimized the sound of breathing.

The range illuminated by the red moon is extremely large, and the red light has already been seen, so it is more dangerous to flee far away.

The vine was on Sleepless's wrist, he stretched out a finger to his lips, and made a silent movement.

However, the vines didn't seem to understand what he meant, and instead, the tangled stems poked toward the entrance of the cave, wanting to get out.

The red light outside became more intense, Weimian quickly pulled it back, and pressed it firmly in his arms.

"Don't go out," he lowered his voice, "There are monsters outside, it's dangerous."

The vine was quiet now, and the trembling leaves at the end rubbed against the corner of his lips.

The red moon is gradually approaching, looking down like a huge eyeball in the night sky, the intertwined muscles undulate slightly on the surface, the viscous liquid slips from its spherical body, falls into the grass and emits a corroded "sizzling" Voice.

Weimian closed her eyes and buried her face in her knees, hearing the sounds of leaves being eaten by insects getting closer and further away.

Only when the surroundings returned to calm and the moonlight came down from the clouds again did Wei Mian dare to open her eyes.

He pushed aside the grass and looked outside quietly, Hongyue had already left.

Weimian breathed a sigh of relief, and hugged the vine in her arms: "Fortunately...it's gone."

Fortunately, there was no danger, he lowered his head and touched the vine: "You can rest at my place at night, in case that monster is still in the woods..."

Weimian was not completely relieved, and there was a reason for the vines to stay.

The vine curled his fingers, agreeing.

—

In the middle of the night, the vines wrapped around Wumian's hands suddenly moved.

It let go and crawled out of the cave, and quickly disappeared among the weeds.

The pile of ruins far away from the woods is covered with a layer of red light at this moment. A lured believer is stabbed by a thick flesh, and the smashed internal organs in the body are mixed with blood along with the movement of swallowing the flesh. into the red meat balls above.

"Gollum...gollum..."

Red Moon sucked greedily until the believers on the ground turned into shriveled corpses.

It withdrew its fleshy touch, rewrapped its body, and continued to the next direction.

The breath of danger and death came at this moment, and the surrounding red light was gradually swallowed by the thick black mist.

Not long after, a lump of limp flesh fell to the ground with a bang, and its vitality was completely swallowed up.