Lost Jungle

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    In the receding sea water, crooked trees, and wet grass, there are unfortunately drowned animals, lying motionless. Under the hot sun, in the jungle, there is evaporating water vapor, rising rapidly.

    On the high mountain peaks, with the breeze blowing, the stone surface soaked by seawater and the dried water traces sucked out white particles visible to the naked eye.

    The strange beast standing silently on the corner of the mountain, stared at an open space in front of him with heavy and indifferent eyes.

    In the air, there was a strong smell of blood. Following Wen Feng's painful cries, a large amount of blood poured out from his lower body, soaked the blanket under his body, and stained the stone surface around him red.

    Viscous blood meanders and spreads around.

    Vikas, who was kneeling by the side, had his knees flooded with warm blood, and with congealed animal eyes, he stared helplessly at Wen Feng's distorted blue and white face.

    The bitten wrist could no longer bleed, and the body that lost too much blood caused a violent dizziness in the brain. Vikas's lean body swayed from side to side, and the sunken waist and abdomen were struggling to support the body that was about to die. The body that has reached the limit seems to be broken at any moment.

    With a debilitated body, the scene in front of him was flickering, and the gloomy animal eyes quietly stared at this creature that he had been with for a long time, a creature that brought him many comfortable feelings that he had never had before.

    The animal claw that Vikas moved down trembled violently, not knowing whether it was because of his weakness or because of what he was about to do.

    The sharp claw tip, with a metal-like icy luster, covers Wen Feng's constantly moving, thin belly. As long as he uses a little force, he stabs a beast claw and kills the cub that belongs to him inside. If he died, maybe Wen Feng could be saved.

    Even now, Vikas still can't let himself give up on Wen Feng, even if he doesn't hesitate to kill his own cub, Vikas's tightened heart seems to be in pain like it's about to stop beating, and he can't bear the life of losing Wen Feng .

    If he lost Wen Feng and this creature that he wanted to hold in his arms all the time, Vikas didn't know how he would spend his long life in the future.

    There are some things, once you have them, you don't want to lose them. Vikas is no longer the ruthless beast that could treat Wen Feng as a reproductive tool.

    Maybe he could treat the birdman so indifferently, but for this fragile and strange creature, Vikas found that he couldn't do it, no matter what.

    I don't know since when, I have regarded Wen Feng as an existence more important than my own life, let alone my unborn cub.

    This cub that tortured his Wen Feng into such a state shouldn't have existed. Vikas even thought that he would catch another bird man and give birth to a cub for himself that day.

    If the clansmen couldn't agree with what he did, Vikas would take Wen Feng and leave here forever, find a place where only them were alone, and live peacefully.

    Seeing the animal claws that Vikas put on Wen Feng's belly, the strange beasts around were all shocked. With huge animal eyes, they stared solemnly at Vikas who wanted to hurt his cub.

    Stretching the tip of the claw, Vikas slammed downwards towards the lower abdomen that moved most frequently, the lowered animal eyes.

    A blurry afterimage of dark blue flashed across very quickly, rushing forward to Kadir, and Vikas' wrist was firmly grasped.