Lost Jungle

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    Although the cub's development speed was much faster than that of ordinary human babies, it still appeared weak and incompetent in the group of powerful alien beasts.

    Vikas's slightly indifferent attitude towards his own cubs made Wen Feng worry, if his little cubs could never become as strong and powerful as other strange beasts, would they be rejected? Under the protection of Cass, may he not even have the ability to survive on this planet.

    The little cub lying in Wen Feng's arms caught Wen Feng's fur coat with its hardened claws, as if feeling Wen Feng's worry, the cub stretched out its long thin tongue, tenderly He tenderly licked Wen Fengluo's smooth cheeks exposed in the air, and let out a "ba~ba~" cry from his mouth.

    This is what Wen Feng specially taught the cubs to call him.

    Taught carefully, Wen Feng now spends most of the time with his cubs every day, and he still hopes that the cubs can learn their own language first and be more like himself.

    Although he knew that it would not be a good thing if the cubs resembled him too much, and it would not be good for his own cubs to integrate into the herd, but Wen Feng still couldn't let go of the selfishness in his heart.

    Even with the company of Vikas, there is still a part of me that is lonely deep in my heart. After all, there are too few things that I can really communicate with Vikas.

    With a bent neck and close cheeks, he rubbed comfortingly on the little cub's icy and slippery face. Wen Feng was very pleased with the cuteness of his own cub, but in his heart, he was more worried.

    Autumn came quietly, and the temperature on the sea changed very slowly. Unknowingly, the cold wind had surrounded this small island.

    The jungle at the foot of the mountain was dyed a thick layer of brown and yellow by the autumn wind. The branches were withered and the leaves were flying. There were fewer and fewer animals moving in the woods. A large number of animals hid in caves that were difficult to find, waiting for the winter coming.

    On an isolated island with scarce resources, food for alien beasts also began to become scarce. Some alien beasts gave up the withered jungle and wandered on the beach where mermaids may appear at any time.

    Wrapping the cub in his own fur coat, Wen Feng walked out of the cave. A cool wind blew by, his nose sore, Wen Feng bent down, grabbed the cub on his chest with both hands, bowed his head and beat There was a big sneeze.

    "This damn weather!" Wen Feng raised his head and sucked his red nose violently, then turned around and walked a few steps back to the cave.

    Although his body had improved after drinking a large amount of animal blood, living in such a crude condition still made Wen Feng a little overwhelmed.

    Wen Feng tightened his grip on the rough leather coat that leaked air from many pieces of animal skins, and sat back on the stone bed covered with thick animal skins with the little animal in his arms.

    Vikas, who had gone hunting, hadn't come back yet, so Wen Feng, who had nothing to do, could only tease his own cub boredly, "Little egg, call daddy to come and listen." Wen Feng's outstretched palm touched the cub. Gently stroked in the fluffy pale yellow curls.

    Xiaodan is Wen Feng's nickname for the cubs. Wen Feng once suggested to Vikas that they should give their cubs a formal name, but according to what Vikas said, the cubs were without a name.

    The cubs couldn't be screaming every day, Wen Feng felt a little helpless, so he had to give the cubs a nickname first, Xiaodan.

    Because when Wen Feng saw his own cub for the first time, he was curled up in Vikas' claws, like a round big yellow egg.