There was no mucus to corrode her palms, no severe pain as expected, the monster had removed all the toxins and sincerely wanted to feed her.
Lin Qiao felt complicated.
For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was fear that dominated her, or some unknown secret excitement that was fermenting, making her feel morbidly happy.
Compared with Jiang Dan, a fisherman who always wants to rely on her, eat her, or possess her, a monster that actively gives food to him is more likely to win her favor.
She knew it was strange to think this way, but she wasn't a normal person to begin with.
But it's hard to say now whether it's possible for Him to fatten himself up and use it as a reserve food.
The absent-minded Lin Qiao quickly suppressed those chaotic thoughts. She slightly rolled her eyes and looked at "Jiang Dan" who had been observing her.
She tentatively put down the amputated limb, pointed to her lips, and made a request in a mute voice, "I'm still very thirsty and want to drink water. Did you find any water when you went to the edge of the jungle to check?"
She tried role-playing and continued the conversation she had with Jiang Dan to test the monster's reaction.
In "Jiang Dan's" eyes, the color of her lips turned bright red due to the broken skin, and there was a sweet fragrance in the air that made him want to eat her. They clamored crazily to eat her.
His eyes stared unblinking at the place pointed by her finger, and the tentacles that split unconsciously from his back snaked around his strong body and wrapped around Lin Qiao's neck like a snake.
She stood there like a puppet, her pupils slightly dilated, and she felt like she could hear the sound of her bones cracking and her head falling to the ground in the next second.
Sure enough... I'm still going to die.
But the soft tentacles were not wrapped tightly, but the tip climbed up her thin chin, wandered over her chapped lips, rubbed them wetly, and took away all the blood drops.
The next second, I got a moment of satisfied touch, and the soft outer skin contracted suddenly, like swaying water waves, humanely fluttering in the air.
Lin Qiao seemed to see an anthropomorphic tentacle bending over and vomiting in disgust, and the blood sucked from his lips splashed into the grass around him.
It tastes bad, tastes bad, tastes bad...
This happened three times in a row.
My tentacles were buzzing and vibrating, and I couldn't figure out what the problem was.
Why does the fragrant piece of meat make you feel more nauseated than rotten fish and shrimp when you lick it in one bite?
The monster also tasted the unbearable smell. It was a collision of the century with the sweet and fragrant smell in the nose. Even he didn't understand why the two extreme tastes were placed in the same human being.
Lin Qiao saw him circling her neck as if in a daze, and couldn't help but guess what he was thinking.
Do you think she is disgusting? This behavior is too similar.
The monster wanted to kill her for a moment, but those bright colors were so tempting. He retracted his tentacles from his body and resisted the desire to dismantle her and put her in his belly. He was not willing to take action on those bright colors. .
The only touch of bright red in a gray world.
If you eat it, it may be gone.
He must learn to be patient.
In the monster's eyes, Lin Qiao's color shrank and deteriorated due to his entanglement. Her physical signs were indeed very weak and she was unable to obtain the nutrients she needed by purifying the seawater through her own system.
Vulnerability displeases Him.
"Jiang Dan" stood up and turned to look at the green woods, "There might be one there."
I don't know what the reason was that made him give up killing.
Lin Qiao's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and she pursed her wet lips. She did not dare to lick the liquid into her stomach, and only said in a hoarse voice: "Can you take me there."
"Can."
"Jiang Dan" walked in front of her, and after further reading the memory in its brain, it picked up the pair of pants soaked in blood, bent down and put them on.
The sand was filled with dark red blood and a pile of indescribable gore. Lin Qiao swallowed her saliva, unable to imagine what kind of torture her only companion on the island suffered before his death.
The grass in the jungle was a little longer, and the blades were sharp. They cut her arm, leaving a trace of blood.
"Jiang Dan" extended his hand considerately, his healthy wheat-colored arms trembling under the skin, like cracked ceramics, with blade-like tentacles protruding from under each piece of porcelain, sweeping across the branches blocking the path of the two of them.
Immediately, under Lin Qiao's stiff gaze, He stood among the flying grass blades and turned around. One of his softened tentacles wrapped around her arm, cracked a row of white teeth where she couldn't see, and used The softest part stretched out against her wound and released mucus to heal it.
All the contaminated blood was expelled from the body by the tentacles in disgust.
"Don't get hurt." The monster could now fully utilize Jiang Dan's vocal cords and imitate his exact voice, warning her in a low voice.
Because it smells so delicious, it can't help but take a bite and then spit it out in disgust.
Lin Qiao lowered her head and saw that the wound he had just licked was as smooth as before, leaving no trace of scar.
She realized that the flesh buds that had grown on her ankles overnight, the warmth like falling clouds, and the sticky and wet hair were also the masterpieces of His quietly approaching.
She suddenly realized a survival problem.
There is one more choice on the way to death.
Please the monster.
Keep yourself alive.
Lin Qiao raised her eyelids and smiled at Him, "Thank you, I feel much better."
For a monster who has no color in the world, her face is pale, and her smiling cheeks are unexpectedly fragile and beautiful, which is lovable.
Subconsciously, He imitated her smile, and also imitated her intimate tone and said, "You're welcome."
The jungle is very quiet, there are no birds or insects, and the trees feel very lifelike to the touch.
Lin Qiao picked up a leaf that had been swept away by "Jiang Dan". The leaf was cut in half. Although it had plant meridians, it felt extremely dry to the touch, and even if it was rubbed hard, there would be no moisture.
She frowned.
