Lost Jungle

26

    After waking up, Wen Feng finally regained some strength, pushed away Vikas' arms across his waist, propped up his heavy body, and slowly sat up from the bed.

    Gradually waking up to the perception, a strong sense of thirst came from his throat, he squeezed his dry and moulted lips uncomfortably, Wen Feng carefully lifted his foot, and stepped over Vikas beside him.

    The injured right arm hangs down weakly, and the long hair gently brushes across Vikas' thick and undulating chest. With a light breath, Wen Feng successfully passed Vikas and moved his body to the side of the bed.

    His buttocks slid down with the furry animal skin blanket, his feet stepped on the hard stone slab, fine beads of sweat oozed from his cheeks, Wen Feng supported the cold stone wall with one hand, and walked slowly in the quiet stone house.

    The sliding interference of Adam's apple and the body's extreme thirst for water made Wen Feng feel very uncomfortable.

    The empty jug has not been filled with clean water for a long time, and the daily drinking water is taken from the large amount of fruits that Vikas brings back every day.

    Now that Vikas has lost the ability to move, where can he get clean water, and leaning sideways on the stone door, Wen Feng felt a little restless in his heart.

    I still rely too much on Vikas, without Vikas' care, I can't even get the most important clean water.

    Leaning close to the stone door, Wen Feng started to apply force, controlling his weak body, trying to push the heavy stone door open.

    Maybe there was still some water left on the stove outside the door, Wen Feng secretly thought to himself.

    The sound of heavy rubbing between stones resounded in the huge stone house, a bright light came in, and fresh air flowed in through the gaps.

    Putting the tip of his nose close to the crack of the door, Wen Feng leaned against the stone door, panting heavily, and there were large black masses floating in front of his eyes.

    There were steady footsteps coming from outside the stone gate, and the stone gate behind him was suddenly pulled open.

    Wen Feng leaned on the stone wall next to him with one hand, barely steadying himself.

    A silver-gray strange beast appeared in front of the stone house. Its tall figure blocked the bright sunlight outside the house. The beast's face was backlit, and its expression could not be seen clearly, with an unknown sense of oppression.

    Wen Feng supported the stone wall and unconsciously took two steps back.

    The strange beast suddenly bent down, with a pair of wide palms, holding a large bag of green and faint things, bent its knees, and put the things in its hands on the ground neatly.

    Breaking away from the pressure of the beast's palm, the wide green branches and leaves spread out, revealing a pile of fresh fruits with dewdrops inside.

    Standing in the stone house, Wen Feng stared firmly at the fruit on the ground with his eyes wide open, with a deep longing and a sliver of rationality remaining.

    Wen Feng turned his head quickly, looking at Vikas on the big bed.

    As far as I know so far, strange beasts have always had a strong purpose in doing things, and a strange beast will never prepare food for another creature for no reason.

    Suppressing the deep desire for water in his throat, Wen Feng looked at the only beast he trusted as if asking for help, "Vikas."

    Vikas, whose name was called, seemed to have awakened a long time ago, with a pair of huge beasts With a clear eye, he looked over clearly, his chest shook, and he uttered a few hoarse words.