Lost Jungle

9

    In the early morning of winter, dim light, howling cold wind, trembling branches, and white snow reflecting the glistening light.

    Large flakes of snow were still falling, and the animal skin covering Wen Feng's head had accumulated a thin layer of snow and frost.

    With the short dagger in his hand, Wen Feng himself felt a little ridiculous under the enemy's tall figure, but his legs sunk deep in the snow didn't move, they stood firm and stood in front of Vikas.

    The blood on the side of the neck stopped quickly, and the blood-stained animal paws were wiped casually in the snow below him. Vikas stood up steadily, and raised his hand to sweep the white snow off Wen Feng's head. .

    The head wrapped in the animal skin, with wide-open black eyes, turned back nervously. After realizing that it was the Vikas he was familiar with, Wen Feng heaved a sigh of relief, and the arms holding the dagger stopped trembling. Moving his bulky body, he hid behind Vikas as it should.

    Putting his frozen palms back into the fluffy coat, Wen Feng had the time to observe the two huge black shadows opposite him.

    As the light gradually brightened, Wen Feng found that the two creatures on the opposite side were surprisingly similar to Vikas, with strong limbs, thick and long tails, and an upright walking posture, but the color of the scales on the skin was slightly different.

    Are they of the same kind as Vikas?

    Wen Feng came out from behind Vikas, and carefully looked at the two strange beasts that appeared suddenly.

    One of the strange beasts seemed to be holding something in its hand, and Wen Feng could barely make out a pair of huge wings in a haze.

    Glancing sideways at Vikas beside him, Wen Feng struggled to lift his legs and feet buried in the snow, and clumsily moved forward two steps.

    While Wen Feng was looking at the two strange beasts, the two opposite beasts were also silently observing the creature that had never been seen before.

    After seeing clearly what was in the alien beast's hand, Wen Feng took a deep breath, his legs were buried in the thick snow, and his upper body tried his best to approach the creature in the alien beast's hand.

    The upturned corners of the eyes, a pair of bright black eyes widened to the limit, Wen Feng wanted to see the creature in front of him more clearly.

    The one held by the strange beast was a bird man, or an angel in Western religion.

    The huge wings are covered with pure white feathers, and the fair skin is covered with large and small scars, and in some places, even dark red blood flows out continuously.

    Birdman lowered his head, his long navy blue hair hanging down, revealing only a small section of pointed chin with a thin arc.

    The birdman's slender arms were pulled behind him, and together with his wings, he was firmly grasped by the beast. His entire naked chest was exposed to the cold wind, and on his thin chest, slender ribs were visible.

    This bird looked like a bird that had been abused for a long time, and Wen Feng always had a weird feeling.

    Looking down, Wen Feng finally found the place that made him feel weird, which was Birdman's belly.

    Compared with his skinny limbs, Birdman's belly is a bit exaggerated. The round one hangs down in the thin skin, giving Wen Feng a dangerous illusion. It seems that the belly will be torn apart in a second. things will fall out.