Chapter 295 The painting style is not right

Li Beibei sat up directly: "Fu Jingmo, do you think you are here for vacation? This is survival on an isolated island, do you understand survival? Coconuts are good to eat. If you want to have a big meal, you can go directly with The program crew said to give up, and they will immediately film a helicopter to pick you up to eat at the Man Han Banquet."

  Fu Jingmo stood straight outside the cabin, and there was a hint of grievance in his voice: "If you eat coconuts, you can eat coconuts. Why are you so fierce?"

   After speaking, he took the knife and went to dig coconuts.

  The barrage in the live broadcast room was full of greetings.

  【? ? ? ? ? This style of painting doesn’t seem right]

  【Grumpy Master Bei and her president's little wife? 】

  【Obviously it’s the rebellious female goose and her helpless old father, please don’t mess around with cp, let me support the banner of father and daughter】

  Fu Jingmo silently opened a coconut, drank the coconut milk, then cut off the coconut meat with a knife, and put it in his mouth piece by piece.

   Over there, Li Beibei has fallen asleep.

  Fu Jingmo did not enter the tent to sleep.

  Because he saw a few pairs of green eyes staring at it not far away.

   is the coyote.

   But they didn't come either.

  Fu Jingmo has been standing by the campfire.

  Add dry firewood from time to time.

  The drone stopped working at about eleven o'clock.

   Slowly landed in a safe place.

   This live broadcast is not a 24-hour live broadcast.

  Because the guests have to live in the wilderness for dozens of days, they will consciously avoid scenes that are particularly private and inconvenient to be exposed in their daily life.

   In addition, after the guests have rested in the evening, the film crew operating the drone will also rest synchronously.

  So, the audience in the live broadcast room didn't know that Fu Jingmo stayed awake all night.

  Li Beibei woke up very early.

   When he came out of the cabin, he saw Fu Jingmo sitting beside the campfire.

   "Did you not sleep?" Li Beibei asked in surprise.

  Fu Jingmo glanced at her: "You just woke up earlier, why don't you sleep for a while?"

   Li Beibei saw that there was no wrinkle in the tent over there, and there was still burned dry wood, so he judged that Fu Jingmo hadn't slept all night.

  Li Beibei remembered that when she was half asleep and half awake, she vaguely heard wolves howling.

  It became clear in my heart instantly.

  Li Beibei said: "Go to sleep for a while, I will watch over."

  Fu Jingmo said lightly: "It's okay, you can sleep a little longer."

  Li Beibei frowned: "We're going into the rainforest during the day, so go to sleep, don't be too physically weak to keep up."

  Fu Jingmo didn't insist anymore, and went into the tent and fell asleep.

  Li Beibei guarded the bonfire until the sky gradually brightened.

  The whimpering of the wolves finally completely disappeared.

  Li Beibei knew that they would not leave the jungle easily during the day.

   They are considered safe.

  Li Beibei turned around and looked at Fu Jingmo who was still sleeping soundly.

   For his sake last night's vigil.

  Li Beibei planned to prepare a sumptuous dinner for him before he woke up.

  Li Beibei plans to go fishing.

  Because on the way to pick coconuts last night, Li Beibei remembered seeing a broken fishing net on the sofa.

   Li Beibei followed his memory to find it.

   Sure enough, I found it quickly.

  The fishing nets were made of fine silk thread, and were in dilapidated condition, apparently useless.

  And there is an unknown fish with only a skeleton left on the fishing net.

  Li Beibei took out the fishing net and shook it.

  Then use a Swiss army knife to cut open the thread inside and turn it into strands.

   Then tie these fishing lines into knots, and a long fishing line is ready.

  (end of this chapter)