Lost Jungle

20

    In the quiet stone house, a beam of bright light shone in through the gap opened by the stone door.

    Wen Feng was lying on the large stone bed, his face sunk into the clean animal skin blanket under him that still smelled of sunshine, his lazy body refused to move.

    More than a week had passed since that day, but Wen Feng could not forget the birdman imprisoned in the stone house for a long time.

    Putting his arms on his cheeks, wrapping his head around his head, tightly covering the surroundings, he opened his eyes buried in the animal skin, and what he saw was pitch black.

    The stone house in the depths of the tribe seemed to have become Wen Feng's taboo, he tried his best not to think of it, desperately wanted to forget it.

    Even if he usually stayed in the stone house and had nothing to do, Wen Feng would never go near that place again.

    The first thing I do when I wake up every morning is to press my stomach, fearing that something is growing in my stomach that I don't know.

    Every time he presses his stomach until it becomes red, swollen and painful, Wen Feng feels helpless for his nervous behavior.

    Even if something really grows in the stomach, can it be easily killed with just a few presses?

    Wen Feng has always had a deep understanding of the powerful vitality of alien beasts.

    Perhaps, the reason why those bird people were locked up was because they didn't want to reproduce for the strange beasts, they were forced to, so the strange beasts locked them all up, Wen Feng comforted himself like this.

    Although I was forced to be crushed by Vikas because I couldn't resist, I wouldn't run away, and I couldn't escape with my own strength, so Vikas had no reason to lock him up, and Wen Feng didn't believe Vikas either. Will do this to myself.

    After figuring this out, Wen Feng felt a little better, not as frightened as he was a few days ago.

    The slender legs, naked, protruded from the blanket, slid down the stone bed, stepped on the hard stone slab, and there was a soft soreness deep in the tailbone.

    Wen Feng let out a muffled groan, and his body fell weakly towards the stone slab, his outstretched arm narrowly grasped the stone bed of his body.

    "Shit! That damned beast!" A vulgar curse came out of his mouth, and two blushes appeared on Wen Feng's white and tender cheeks.

    With a long body, swaying from side to side, Wen Feng staggered towards the other side of the stone house with stumbling steps.

    In the large stone house, on a flat stone slab, there is a huge round wooden barrel filled with clear water.

    We have been together for a long time, because we know that Wen Feng needs to wash his body with water every morning when he wakes up, Vikas will specially prepare a bucket of clean water and put it in the stone house before disappearing every day.

    The moving legs, the red and swollen acupuncture points that could not be completely closed, viscous liquid flowed out, slid into the deep buttocks, and slowly meandered down along the straight and bare long legs, a strong smell diffused in the air .    

      Holding the finger on the edge of the wooden barrel, the fingertips were white, and the back of the smooth nail was printed with a strong pink color. The white tooth shell bit his lower lip, Wen Feng held his breath, and lifted his right leg vigorously to step into the wooden barrel inside.