Lost Jungle

16

    The thick and long tail was pressed tightly against Wen Feng's back, and the deformed cheeks were pressed against Vikas' thick and strong waist, and the surrounding scenery was changing rapidly.

    Wen Feng, who was sitting on the silver tail, was thrown high and then fell heavily. Wen Feng felt that his internal organs were about to be torn apart.

    Vikas, who was jumping forward on the rocky mountain, seemed to have a natural enemy chasing him behind him, and the speed was so fast that Wen Feng couldn't bear it.

    Jumping off a towering stone slope, feeling that the sharp vision behind him was blocked, Vikas's relaxed legs gradually slowed down, taking care of the fragile creatures behind him.

    Wen Feng, who was lying on Vikas' back and unable to move for a long time, felt that he was about to give half of his life to Vikas just now, and the internal organs that had returned to their original positions still felt throbbing pain. His face was a little pale.

    As if sensing something strange about Wen Feng behind him, Vikas stopped on a low rock face, and gently placed Wen Feng on the rock face at his feet.

    With a curled up body, Wen Feng clutched his stomach and fell on the uneven stone surface. There was a sharp tingling sensation on his skin, and Wen Feng couldn't care less.

    A gust of cold wind blew by, the hair soaked in cold sweat on the forehead fluttered heavily, the dewy cold wind on the neck, the cold hairs stood up, Wen Feng, who was lying sideways on the cold stone surface, sneezed loudly.

    The twitching body rubbed against the rough rock surface through the thin clothing, and a sharp pain came from the skin.

    "Shit!" Wen Feng cursed in a low voice, supporting the uneven rock face with one hand, trying to sit up with difficulty.

    A fluffy fur coat was suddenly covered, wrapping himself tightly, Wen Feng grabbed the edge of the fur coat and looked up, wondering that Vikas didn't seem to notice him.

    Vikas stood silently beside him, with a pair of dark animal eyes, looking at the white snow-capped mountains not far away, short light yellow hair with soft curls at the end, in the cold wind mixed with the breath of ice and snow , floating gently.

    With his black head lowered, he retracted his upturned gaze, Wen Feng stood up staggeringly, and wrapped the heavy fluffy coat around his body, the pure white fluffy fluff was comfortable to the touch.

    The physical discomfort finally eased a little, Wen Feng walked towards Vikas with clumsy steps.

    He raised his right leg and easily stepped onto Vikas' tail that was deliberately lowered. His open palm, with warmth, climbed onto Vikas' back studded with icy scales.

    The buttocks wrapped in the animal skin moved left and right, and adjusted to a comfortable position. The upper body was close to Vikas' broad back, and his arms slid down. Wen Feng skillfully wrapped around Vikas' thick waist.

    The long tail behind him stood up, holding Wen Feng firmly in the middle, and Vikas moved lightly and nimbly on the rocky mountain.

    Thick snow and ice covered the entire mountain peak, and in the silent white world, only Vikas's fast-moving voice echoed clearly.

    The thick legs and sharp claws left a long series of deep footprints on the flat snow.

    Wen Feng lay quietly on Vikas' back, his thin eyelids drooped, narrowing a long and narrow slit, and his black pupils, enjoying the world of ice and snow comfortably in a fast-moving gust of wind .