forced to be pampered by monsters

When Hongyue approached, the spider hid for the first time.

It didn't know what the weird red light was, but it felt that this monster was unusual, and it shouldn't be something he could mess with.

Its cocoon is transparent and nothing from the outside, so it is extremely difficult to be found, so the spider does not move its position, weaves a cocoon on the spot and burrows in.

However, when Hongyue came nearby, it found that the red light had directly penetrated the cocoon and shone faintly on it.

At this time, it was too late to leave, bursts of red light filled the small space inside the cocoon and the forest outside, luring all creatures to come to it.

Fortunately, the red light is filtered by the cocoon, and the effect is far inferior to direct contact. The spider endured and endured, resisting the urge to break out of the cocoon, but still unconsciously began to weave a new cocoon, in another space Chasing the red light.

Sleepless is still somewhere in the woods, and the red moon may also pose a threat to him...

In the middle of resisting the red light, the spider thought of Sleepless, but the idea was dismissed the next moment.

Black mist is also in the woods, how could he allow other monsters to covet sleepless.

The spider weaved all the way, constantly expanding the space in the cocoon, and forcibly dug a passage along the trajectory of the red moon, extending from the woods to the outside.

Until its weaving speed gradually couldn't keep up, the red light faded away, the spider was so tired that it slumped down on all fours, and its throat was burning hot from overuse.

It rested for a while, then got up sniffling.

Just before it was about to go back, it sensed the passing of the black mist, like a gust of wind, heading towards the red moon.

The spider immediately straightened its back, before it dared to go out directly, it cut a hole in the cocoon and looked out.

The red moon in the distance killed a nearby believer and was sucking its blood. Then, without making a sound, it was strangled by the black mist. Its red light had no effect against the black mist.

The dead red moon fell to the ground, its round body scattered into a pile of flesh strips, revealing an eyeball wrapped in the middle, the pupil was already dim.

The spider saw it from a distance, and hesitated to go over.

It felt that it was really useless and couldn't help Hei Mist catch more monsters to replenish its strength. Except when it placed the hammock last time, it obviously felt that Hei Mist was in a good mood.

If the black mist is not pleasing to the eye one day, it also...

The spider shuddered, and the black mist had already left while it was thinking wildly. I don't know if it didn't notice it, or if it found it, it was too lazy to respond.

The spider was left alone nearby, thinking hard, and decided to prove his usefulness by other means.

It went back to the woods, unzipped its belly and rummaged inside.

What do humans need?Wild fruits and hammocks, and flowers?

The spider's small eyes were full of confusion. Two days ago, it saw the black mist attached to the vines and sent wild fruits and flowers to Weimian.

It only knows that human beings live in groups, and they are different from most monsters.

They need to be with their own kind, pass information to each other, and reproduce.

From this point of view, Sleepless, who lives alone in the woods, may lack the company of another human being.

But with Heiwu's personality, would he allow other people to get close to Sleepless, even the same kind of Sleepless?

Anyway, the spider made a note of this.

As dawn approached, it went to a trap set outside the woods and brought back a believer it had caught.

Although Black Mist doesn't like believers, it's better to have a gaping tooth than nothing.

The spider came to the forest with the believers on its back, and when the black mist came on time and devoured the lives of the believers, it immediately stepped forward, holding a few crumpled papers with its soft limbs like human hands, and dedicated them to the black mist.

There are many small pieces of paper crookedly pasted on each piece of paper, and the words on the pieces of paper form sentences.

The black mist hangs in the air silently, and the wind it brings turns the paper over.

At this time, the spider seemed to have sensed something, turned its head to look to the side, and saw a piece of clothing exposed under a tree in the distance.

Except for Unsleep, there is no second human being in this forest. The spider suddenly panicked and looked at the black mist uneasily.

Could it be too close to Sleepless now?This is not on purpose, the black mist should not be angry, right?

Hei Mist's attention was still on the paper given by the spider, and the mist floating in the air became stiff and stagnant, as if it wanted to get angry, but was forced down again.

Of course, he had noticed Wanmian's approach earlier, and disappeared in the next instant.

As soon as the black mist left, the spider hurriedly collected the leftover paper on the ground, weaved a cocoon to wrap the corpse of the believer on the ground, and planned to throw it outside.

As for Unsleep, it pretended not to see it, and walked around him for a while.

Sleepless, who was hiding behind the tree, did not dare to breathe out, only hoping that the spider would not find him.

When he woke up this morning, he didn't see the vines again.

Hongyue has already left and wandered somewhere, Weimian is worried and wants to take a look nearby.

As usual, he carved marks on the tree with stones to prevent himself from getting lost in the woods. Finally, he heard some faint movements and thought they were vines.

Weimian followed the sound and approached, and it was too late when he smelled the slightest smell of blood.

His pupils constricted and he quickly hid his figure.

In the woods ahead, he unexpectedly saw spiders together with a large cloud of strange black mist, and there was a corpse of a believer on the ground, the death condition was exactly the same as what he saw at the edge of the forest.

The spider's movements were weird. The two pairs of soft limbs growing out of the chest didn't know what they were doing, and Wei Mian couldn't see clearly.

He reached into his coat pocket and silently squeezed a stone.

This is used by Weimian to engrave marks, one side of the stone is very sharp, right now he only has this barely usable tool...

Not long after, there was another rustling sound from the nearby grass in another direction.

Weimian held her breath, ready to turn around and run away at any moment, but saw a familiar vine emerging from the middle of the weeds.

He looked stunned and subconsciously looked at the spider in the distance.

Sure enough, the spider also noticed the movement here, and the black mist around it had disappeared at some point, and only it stayed where it was and wrapped the believer's corpse with a strange material.

Weimian knew that it would definitely throw the corpse to the edge of the forest again.

The spider's movements stopped halfway, and the head with a print very similar to a human face turned to this side, and its dark pupils looked at it intently.

But the vines didn't seem to see it, didn't notice the danger at all, and moved slowly towards the sleepless direction.

The spider found the vines, and it is very likely that it has also found itself hiding behind the tree. Weisian didn't care about that much for a while, and came out from the tree and hugged the vines.

He held the vine in his arms and looked at the spider warily.

Different from the nervousness and fear of Wanmian, the vine was quietly embraced by him, and then seemed to react, excitedly raised its tail and rubbed against the side of Wanmian's face.

And the spider who witnessed all this was even more puzzled and puzzled. It felt Weimian's hostility towards him, but... but the vine in his arms...

After a short thought, the spider decided to be blind, and continued to wrap the corpse of the believer tightly and prepare to take it away.

However, when it moved, the already nervous Wanmian took half a step back, and a feeling of strangeness and familiarity surged up.

The supernatural power that had been hidden in his body for a long time suddenly exploded, heading straight in the direction of the spider.

On the first night of encountering with Weimian, the spider had one leg broken by him. This time, it was prepared, and with a distance, it immediately dropped the cocoon in its hand, curled up its eight legs and rolled to the other side.

The corpses of the believers on the ground failed to escape, and the bodies that had lost the support of their bones became more limp. The flesh and internal organs under the skin melted strangely into blood, which flowed out from the wounds.

The smell of blood in the air was even stronger, and the spider didn't clean up the corpse now, and turned around and ran away.

After its figure completely disappeared, Weimian knelt on the ground while leaning on the tree trunk as if she had lost her strength.

He panted silently, his eyes were still a little uncertain and bewildered, and the spider left just like last time?

The light touch of the vine brought Weimian back to his senses. He touched the stem of the vine and said, "It's okay, let's go."

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Weimian went back to the cave first, he sat at the entrance of the cave and put the vines in the grass, slowly rolled up the leg of his left trousers, exposing his calf.

His skin, which has been covered in clothes all year round, is pale, and Wei Mian is very thin, with a slender frame. On the middle of his calf, there is a large bluish-purple bruise, as if he was hit hard by some heavy object. .

Only Weimian knows that this is because he used his ability again before he came back.

One thousand enemies killed, eight hundred self-defeated... Weimian pressed lightly on the scar, and frowned.

The vine climbed up his calf along his ankle, and he wanted to touch it but seemed afraid of the pain, so he only dared to rub against the intact skin at the edge, and his movements were a little impatient.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine in a few days," Weimian comforted, pulled away the vines and put down his trousers, and added without reason, "It's my own fault, not that monster."

In addition, today is the third time he has encountered a spider, and Weimian always finds something strange.

How could such a fierce and cruel monster let him go again.

Weimian didn't think his ability was so strong, just now the spider obviously dodged quickly and was not injured at all.

He was absent-minded, and the fear of spiders in his heart became inexplicably less because of this.

Teng Man didn't pick any fruit for Weimian today, and Weimian didn't care. When he was looking for Teng Man, he ate some wild vegetables on the way. It didn't taste good but could fill his stomach.

He rested for a while, feeling that his legs were not so painful, and got up holding the vines.

"Shall we go to the hammock to bask in the sun?" Weimian touched the withered yellow leaves on the vine stem, frowning, "Why do you seem to have no energy?"

As if nothing had happened, the vines wrapped around Sleepless' wrists.

Weimian thought for a while, took out the water from yesterday's fetch and put it in front of the vines, but the vines turned a blind eye and were not interested at all.

So... is it related to the lack of sunlight?

When we came to the position of the hammock, weimian immediately put the vines in the place where the sun was at its highest.

As soon as he put it down, he began to worry about whether the sun would make the leaves of the vines more wilted.

He reached out to block part of the sunlight, stroked the stems of the vines, and said hesitantly, "Will this... be more comfortable?"

The vines entangled Weimian's fingertips in turn, and suddenly jumped into the cuffs.

The slightly cool touch pressed against the skin, extending upwards, and the other end of the vine protruded from the neckline, rubbing against his chin.

Wei Mian's entire arm was entangled, the force of the vine was a bit heavy, and the slightly rough skin rubbed lightly on the skin.

But it still felt that it was not enough, and the touch of possessing plants was far from enough.