Time passed little by little.

It was noon.

As a qualified narrator, North Jiangsu reported the attacking actions on the channel one by one.

"It took an hour to catch two fish, one shrimp. It seems that I plan to continue."

"I didn't pick up the dry firewood, and I played with flint for more than half an hour, and finally smoked."

"Catch another fish, it looks good."

...

"An hour and a half passed, and they finally lit the bonfire."

Subei seems to be relieved for them.

Chen Shuhao, who was observing in another place, took a deep breath and forced himself to say nothing.

They have been saying boring things all the time, and they have nothing to do with their actions.

This makes Chen Shuhao impatient.

However, every time Northern Jiangsu speaks, there are people on the channel.

Just like now, Mu Cheng said with excitement: "Or, let a shot celebrate for them?"

"Well," Su Bei paused, and then asked, "What do you think?"

"Yes." Ji Zhou responded quickly.

Chen Shu had a good meal, and just wanted to ask who fired and how he fired the gun, he saw through the telescope that there was sand splashing at Peng Yuqiu’s feet, and Peng Yuqiu bounced aside and then looked innocently. Zhang Wang.

Chen Shuhao's face changed slightly.

"Can't you say it before shooting?" Chen Shuhao asked coldly.

"To whom?" Subei responded with a smile. "We don't have a speaker, they can't hear it."

Chen Shuhao gritted his teeth angrily.

"How is it? Hit it?" Mu Cheng asked curiously on the channel, meanwhile, it meant to ease the embarrassment.

"Meaning," Northern Jiangsu said lightly, "The target is your base friend."

"Yu Qiu?! Hahahaha..."

Mucheng's laughter happily came unscrupulously.

Chen Shuhao took a deep breath, fingers unconsciously grabbed a handful of dirt on the ground.

However, in the field of vision of the telescope, I saw Peng Yuqiu raising his middle finger. Because he did not know the position of the sniper, he pointed it directly, but the direction was Chen Shuhao.

Chen Shuhao felt that his lungs were going to be blown out.

*

On the beach.

"They all demonstrated, shall we continue?"

Seeing the frogman who had previously shot at Peng Yuqiu's feet, he asked the others with a look of embarrassment.

"They are the defenders and can't take the initiative." Duan Zimu sat by the campfire and said slowly, "No hurry."

Peng Yuqiu walked over and grabbed the frogman's shoulders, "It's okay, we can be resurrected indefinitely, and ultimately it's just their bullets that are wasted."

Frogman nodded rather stiffly, admitting that there was some truth in his words.

The other two frogmen who picked up firewood looked at each other with a look on the ground.

Halfway, the two got together and whispered.

"Do we do this by negligence?"

"This scene will be angry even if it is seen by Qi Xuan."

"It's... a lot of fate."

"Let's talk and talk first. Anyway, they proposed it, and the leader is Duan Zimu."

"Even if we put a cold gun from time to time, we can't stand it. And picking such an obvious place, this is not telling them, are we ready to be a target?"

"Actually, if you can breathe them out, I think it's pretty cool."

The two exchanged glances.

Finally, he made up his mind.

Let’s do that first!

*

At noon, half past twelve.

On the beach, they finally started cooking like a vacation.

At the same time, a bonfire was also lit in the middle of the island.

The smoke curled up, rising straight, spreading out at the crown of the tree, and the white smoke faded a bit, but it was still obvious.

"Fuck, they also ignited!"

A frogman who just planned to concentrate on grilling fish looked at the white smoke with a stunned look.

The four others immediately looked in the direction.

Different expressions.

Duan Zimu raised his hand and touched his nose, concealing the smile on the lips.

Such a blatant ignition, intuition, should be something that can be done only by Mo Shangyun.

Although it is also possible in northern Jiangsu, it is more likely that northern Jiangsu should aim at them with a muzzle.

"What do they eat?"

"Hot some hot water, then make some compressed biscuits? Finally stir it with chocolate?"

"You should add some salt, it may taste better."

Seeing the smoky cooking smoke, the three frogmen couldn't help vomiting.

"I think so," Peng Yuqiu coughed lightly, breaking their beautiful illusions. "They may have gotten some wild game."

"Moreover," Duan Zimu added without hesitation, "It is very likely that we will send us a copy later."

Three frogmen: "..."

?

so good?

Halfway through, a frogman suggested, "Shall we not attack in the past?"

"You can try it." Peng Yuqiu gave him a profound look.

"How about you two?" the other frogman asked curiously.

Duan Zimu said: "I grill fish."

Peng Yuqiu said: "I'm picking firewood."

Go!

Look at the appearance of these two guys, you are definitely on vacation!

The three glanced at each other, and after a short period of deep and silent communication, they finally decided to get up and go to see the situation first.

However, behind their ambitions, Peng Yuqiu and Duan Zimu's sympathetic eyes.

*

In the jungle, by the campfire.

Mo Shangyun put the processed rabbits and snakes on the fire, and then sat down on the stone beside him.

At this time, Chen Shu good voice came from the channel, "Three people touched it."

Mo Shangyun didn't move, and he didn't mean to be reasonable.

Standing on the opposite side, Mu Cheng Zhao Mo made a wink and wanted to ask her what to do, but heard Ji Zhou said: "I'll solve it."

This place was selected by Ji Zhou, and the campfire was also lit by Ji Zhou. As for the nearby terrain, Ji Zhou is naturally familiar.

"Mr. Ji, it's up to you!"

Mucheng Chao Jizhou handed a hopeful look.

However, Ji Zhou did not glance at him, and left.

Mu Cheng sat down awkwardly.

He folded a piece of grass and put it in his mouth. "How come I don't feel any sense of urgency?"

"It's dark."

Mo Shangyun replied unhurriedly, using a saber to mark the hare on the hare, which was convenient for the time.

"You mean, they really act in the dark?" Mu Cheng stunned.

"Ok."

Mo Shangjun responded faintly.

Mucheng touched his chin and meditated: "Then we are spending time here now?"

Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids, "You can set up more traps."

"then you……"

Raised his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun preemptively said: "I wasted time."

"..."

Mucheng support.

With repeated hesitations, Mu Cheng's heartbroken decision was to spend time with Mo Shangyun.

As a matter of fact, Mo Shangjun really played with him, showing no concern for the confrontation from beginning to end, even when Ji Zhou was dealing with the three frogmen, he did not show any urgency and worry. The intention is that after handling the hare, he took out a booklet from his pocket. Except occasionally looking at the fire, he basically stared at the booklet for the rest of the time.

Mu Cheng looked around for a while, and didn't know what she was looking at. Finally, she couldn't hold back her curiosity. She bypassed the bonfire and came to Mo Shangyun. She looked down and saw a bunch of ghost-like symbols...No, To be precise, it is text.

All are handwritten, there are Chinese notes next to these words, and occasionally there is a sentence.

Mo Shangyun looked very focused.

This concentration is something she has never shown in her actions.

Mucheng squatted beside him, and started to start unconsciously, either to add firewood first, or to turn over first. In short, let Mo Shangyun not be distracted.

However, when the roasted rabbits were about to be cooked, they heard Ji Zhou's voice--

"solved."

Mo Shangjun's gaze finally moved away from the booklet.

However, Mu Cheng quickly praised Ji Zhou on the channel. He did not repeat the various praise words. He spoke for three minutes and was interrupted by Ji Zhou.

"How is lunch?" Subei asked on the channel, his tone was very relaxed, and he didn't seem to be bothered by Mucheng's nagging.

"immediately."

Mo Shangyun finally gave a voice on the channel.

Northern Jiangsu hooked his lips, "Wait."

After collecting the booklet back, Mo Shangyun planned to smear the last bit of salt, but this work was robbed by Mu Cheng.

Mo Shangyun paused and wanted to question Mu Cheng’s skill in controlling salt, but thought of Mu Cheng claiming to be a “good man in the kitchen under the hall”, so he held the mentality of trying for the time being He was given a job.

Xu was suddenly okay, Mo Shangjun stood up from the stone, and then patted the dust on the corner of the clothes.

"Is their lunch ready?"

Looking around, Mo Shangyun asked casually.

Soon, North Jiangsu replied: "It's almost done."

Mo Shangyun raised his hand to correct the brim and said in a very casual tone: "Then I used to rub a meal."

Hearing the sound, Mu Cheng slipped and almost fell into the carbon fire.

What?

He opened his eyes in horror.

"What?"

Chen Shuhao really made a sound.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

Today it will be one change, tomorrow will be three changes.