after falling asleep

Don't believe anyone who claims that food tastes best without seasoning.

The meaning of seasoning is to make the food more in line with the taste, just like wiping your butt with toilet paper is more hygienic than your fingers.If someone tells you that food tastes good with nothing added, it's like saying fingers are cleaner than toilet paper - you'd better send him to a doctor.

The players gradually realized it.

In the first few days, the freshness brought by the original taste of the food and the worry based on survival made them ignore the bad taste of the food.With stability, players who meet their survival needs begin to seek higher-level needs.

And here comes the trouble—they cannot meet their own needs.

The grilled fish was ok, burnt to hide the nauseous smell of rot, but the fish soup without a side dish was a disaster.

Mao Jiu described it as "like drinking boiled sewage soaked in corpses".

Tianmo is also echoing that it tastes as bad as one of his wax-filled ears that he bit off.

Even so, they can still enjoy the pain-because they are far away from the unknown sea miles, and they can only curl up in the earth pit to survive.

Human happiness often stems from the misfortune of others.

As night draws near, look out over the quiet shallows of the distant islands and confirm that it is the islands that are really moving.

……

tear-

Two hours later, the pit became relatively spacious, and it was confirmed that the shadow was getting closer.

Wangwen Wenqie stared blankly at Musu's proud face, flashing past memories of a few days ago.

Wangwen Wenqie tensed his arms and continued to wrestle.After tens of seconds, the external force disappears.He didn't dare to relax and continued until he confirmed that the existence was really gone before he resumed breathing.

"1 to 1, tie!"

The waves licked Wangwen Wenche's ankles, and he looked into the distance in the early morning when the strange fog receded.

Fog shrouds the island.

"I know why the monsters haven't touched here... the island is moving... or something the size of the island is approaching me..."

The shadows fell, and the murlocs followed like a shadow.

Wangwen Wenqie frowned and turned back, the shadows in the withered forest flashed away.

Wang Wen Wen Qie pushed open the door to welcome a brand new day.

Shadows emerged above the sea, where it was still a vast dark sea yesterday afternoon.

Ignoring many questions, Qianye left the live broadcast night.

Look, hear, ask, think about it.Judging from the results, he seems to have done nothing wrong.Although if that person visits again, it will be another ending.

……

Feeling Wangwen Wenqie raised his head, just in time to bump into a strange murloc standing upright, with two feet, staring at dead fish eyes, hiding behind a dead tree and spying.

……

Wangwen Wenqi smiled wryly and looked at his companion who was only a few hundred meters away on the sea and was coming by boat.

Fortunately, no one forced her to sing too.

The beach where I landed yesterday is under my feet, but it is difficult to tell the direction.

The approaching murloc stopped.

Amidst the laughter, Qianye received a message from the frightened Wangwenwenwenqin.

The atmosphere became lively, only Qianye, who was holding the fish soup, smiled awkwardly and politely.

The sticky phlegm tendons were elastic and contrasted and sang cheerful pastoral songs, and other players who had not mastered their talents were also shaking their bodies and clapping their hands.

Qianye's comments appeared, and Wangwen Wenche nodded. He had already started recording.

Offline, sleep.

Without warning, the two arms came out of the fish, tearing the body self-injuriously——

After hearing the news, Qianye and the others had already set sail and rushed here.

Ten minutes later, the exhausted people could already see the moving island, as well as the strange murlocs who ran onto the beach, looking around and asking about everything, and chasing and killing him.

The expedition team was three or four nautical miles away.

Wang Wen Wen cut down on the shoal, panting violently, his lungs were about to burst.

Whoa- whoa-

Liang Ye Tangram proposed to sing together, and found wood stacks of firewood and iron tools to place beside him, and beat rhythmically.

I didn't expect that I would fall at the last moment...

The moving island under his feet has moved away from Broken Mountain Island, and a new outline has emerged in the direction he is facing——

Qianye: "I have a guess... If you survive, the answer will be revealed tomorrow."

"Paddle, we need to speed up."

Messy footprints linger around, what happened last night is not an illusion, but fortunately everything has passed. .

They had been able to see the island before the reef appeared, but at this moment, the news that Wangwen Wenqi was attacked by the strange murloc suddenly came.

Wangwenwenqian couldn't confirm what was outside, after thinking for a while, he decided to hand himself over to fate.

A biting chill enveloped his whole body.

Wang Wen Wen Qie began to retreat into the dead woods when the mist hit, lay down in a spacious pit, lit the oil lamp, kept it in a state that consumed the least fuel and would not go out, and closed the door.

Qianye grabbed the decorative oars and rowed.

Qianye: "It should be the other half of Broken Mountain Island."

Mao Jiu snapped his fingers cooperatively, followed by Tianmo whistling.

The sanity value that is still recovering is in a state of hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, so I don't care about it.

And scattered fish scales.

After staring quietly for a moment, Wangwen Wenqie followed the footprints back to the center of the island and continued to dig his pit.

Qianye: "I see, continue to observe, pay attention to safety."

And Qianye guessed yesterday and now it is revealed: this island is wandering between Thanksgiving Island and the deep sea, and it is a springboard for players to explore the deep sea.

Startled for a short while, the edge of the door panel above his head was lifted a little bit——

Although the shadows appear overnight, the minutes will be imperceptible when the scale falls.Wangwenwenqie can be busy with his own affairs, and take another look at intervals of 10 minutes-maybe by then the shadow has disappeared silently as if quietly emerging.

Wang Wen Wen Qie and the audience in the live broadcast room are familiar with the outline of the island, but Thanksgiving Island is not around, and the shape of Duanshan has changed slightly.

She felt so ashamed of this behavior.

rustling—

"The first island?"

At that time, I exposed Mu Su's act of pretending to be an NPC, "It was really a pleasant confrontation!" Mu Su gave a thumbs up and seemed to praise generously.

At this moment, Wang Wen Wen Qie vaguely heard the sound of footsteps getting closer, and they stopped at the edge of the pit.

The sound of waves came in the morning.

Could it exist in the fog?

At noon, I set foot on the beach again, and I could already vaguely see the outline of the mountains highlighted by the shadows in the distance.And before evening, the outline of the mountains was only three or four nautical miles away.

……

rustling—

The pits shimmered.

Until he returned to the pit and found new footprints.

There is Thanksgiving Island.

The door panel is shaking, and the presence outside is gradually increasing its strength.

Wangwen Wenche felt fear, grabbed the door panel and wrestled with the existence outside while glanced at the upper left corner, because his sanity was close to full due to rest during the day...not an illusion.

The breeze blew through the depths of the dry forest, without attracting the attention of those who set foot on the beach.

That was no hallucination.

When Wang Wenwen was stunned, the belly of the fish was opened, and a figure came out of the belly of the fish, looking down at him from a high position: "I won the second round!"

"Sorry, I won this one."

At that time, I answered so proudly.

wow-

The waves pushed his back, and all his emotions turned into a roar.

"are you crazy!"