Lost Jungle

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    The scattered broth left a dark wet mark on the solid mud floor. There were fine shreds of meat stained with the black soil. bowl.

    Silently watching the back of the cub rushing to the depths of the tribe, there are a pair of dark eyes in the beautiful eyes, maybe I will never see this cub again in the future.

    The ear-piercing chirping of the birdman continued, and the cub disappeared around the corner of a stone house with its slender and shiny black tail.

    On the nearby road, an adult beast galloped by at a high speed, leaving behind a gust of wind, and the medicinal herbs beside the stone house swayed gently, with thin leaves trembling silently.

    Wen Feng raised his head and looked towards the direction where the singing sound came from. It was the place where the conceived bird man was imprisoned. He stared for a short while, with complex expressions intertwined in his dark eyes.

    A strand of black soft hair hung down, and Wen Feng turned his attention back to his food, as if the shrill screams vibrating in the air did not exist.

    The white steaming bone pot and the boiling broth radiated the scent of food. Wen Feng filled a large bowl full for himself, with his pursed lips, the air blowing from his lips brushed over the steaming bone bowl, The noodle soup swayed, revealing strips of soft meat inside.

    After eating a bowl of warm broth, Wen Feng immediately felt much better, his stomach was warm.

    After extinguishing the fire under the stove, and exerting strength with both arms, Wen Feng picked up the whole pot from the stove and carried it into the stone house.

    Wen Feng who turned back moved in together with the food placed on the path.

    The stone door that was pushed made a heavy friction sound, and with a bang, the stone door was closed tightly, and the last ray of light from outside the house disappeared.

    His back was wearily pressed against the cold stone surface, and only Wen Feng's own panting echoed in the closed stone room where he couldn't see his fingers.

    Clinging to the body that was slowly sliding down the stone wall, Wen Feng, who was sitting on the stone slab hugging his knees, felt a long-suppressed fear gushing out from the bottom of his heart, mixed with thick sadness.

    Wen Feng covered his chest with one hand, and there was an unspeakable stabbing pain in his heart.

    Wen Feng, who had not yet adapted to the light in the room, faced the boundless darkness, and his mind was in a mess.

    With the head deeply buried between his knees, Wen Feng thought of the bird man who died in pain during childbirth, the ignorant and cute cub, and the cold eyes of the strange beast without warmth.

    Wen Feng repeated his assumptions over and over again, whether there will be a day when such a thing will happen to him, whether the next time he meets that cub, it will look at him with such cold eyes .

    The curled up limbs trembled uncontrollably, and gloomy negative emotions struck ferociously, hitting Wen Feng deep in his heart in waves.

    "Guo ... lai" In the darkness, a deep voice that was extremely familiar to him suddenly sounded, carrying a calming force.

    Wen Feng turned his head slowly, met a pair of shining golden eyes, stared for a long time, in an instant, Wen Feng forgot to think.

    "Come here."

    The protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Vikas, who had sat up at some point, patiently repeated what he had just said, uttering two syllables that Wen Feng was familiar with but unfamiliar.