Lost Jungle

3

    The emerald green plant has hard and thin straight branches, and on a thin leaf, the dark green meridians are clearly visible.

    Picking up a leaf with two fingers, squeezing it hard, a green liquid flowed out, exuding a light fragrance like a herbal medicine, the tip of his nose almost stuck to the leaf, sniffing carefully, Wen Feng found I like the smell very much.

    Seeing that Wen Feng hadn't made any other movements for a long time, a silver light flashed across, and the sharp animal claws grabbed the plant and pulled it out of Wen Feng's hand.

    The strange beast, who was already a little impatient with waiting, randomly rubbed and squeezed the plant with its leaves and roots into a small ball, and stuffed it into Wen Feng's clothes with his own hands.

    The thick and long tail stretched out, encircling his waist. Before Wen Feng could react, his entire field of vision had been turned upside down. Wen Feng was surprised to find that he was held on his shoulder by the strange beast.

    Light yellow animal paws, thick knuckles, covered with hard scales, gently pressed Wen Feng's back, firmly fixed on his shoulders.

    The broad back is slightly arched, bending forward, and the beast moves quickly through the jungle.

    The upside-down scene quickly passed by his side, his sagging brain felt congested and swollen, his stomach pressed against the strange beast's hard shoulder, Wen Feng felt extremely uncomfortable.

    "Hey, brother, can we change our position? I'm going to throw up."

    Following the movement of the beast, the fragile bridge of the nose tapped on the rock-hard back of the beast. Wen Feng's voice was thick nasal sound.

    The answer to Wen Feng was the unchanging high speed of the strange beast.

    "Brother, I'm really going to throw up."

    Wen Feng was weighing how likely it would be to choke the airway if the food flowed out of his stomach pouch.

    After some weighing, Wen Feng felt that he had to hold back no matter what, and clasped his palms to cover his mouth. Wen Feng was struggling with the liquid in his stomach for the last time.

    The spasm in the stomach became more and more severe, and the throat tightened intermittently. The nostrils could already smell the sour smell of barbecue mixed with gastric juice, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

    "Put me down quickly, quick!" Wen Feng yelled loudly, clenched his fists, and beat the back of the strange beast like an iron wall.

    As if realizing the abnormality of the creature on its shoulder, the strange beast stopped suddenly and put Wen Feng in place.

    "Wow!" Crushed barbecue mixed with spicy gastric juices sprayed out from his wide open mouth, Wen Feng lay on the grass on all fours, his face was still bright red with blood, and he vomited until the sky was dark.

    On the originally fair face, the slender blood vessels swelled with bright red traces, twisting into pieces, and Wen Feng, who was lying powerlessly on the ground, vomited, with suspicious tears gleaming in the corners of his eyes, which was extremely miserable.

    The tall beast standing upright, with cold eyes, frowning brows, and the long tail behind it, flung out irritably, and a big tree with a diameter of two meters behind it fell down after the silver arc passed by .

    Wen Feng, who was in a state of collapse, was startled by the loud sound of the big tree falling, looking for his reputation, the branches and leaves were flying, making a mess.