Chapter 2418

Her heart slowly leisurely thinking of these unimportant things, feeling sleepy gradually with the warmth slowly spread up.

Maybe Xiao Fengting will die tomorrow, or he may have been in such a vegetative state all the time. In this island, which almost keeps the primitive tribal style, it is meaningless to think about such a question.

If he died, she would find a place to bury him. If he didn't die What if you don't die?

Surrounded by the boundless sea, the ships on the island can only spin around the island, and can't get out further.

Most likely, they will be trapped on this island for life. She doesn't really matter But when Xiao Fengting woke up, he would like to die in the explosion.

To let a character like him live in such a primitive tribe is like a tyranny. He is allowed to influence the wind and rain in the outside world. His biggest role here is just to go fishing for a living

When Tang Qing thought of this, he thought Xiao Fengting should die as soon as possible.

She looked at the man's thin cheek, some vicious thought, he died on the end, all the gratitude and resentment are gone.

In this kind of vague curse, she curled up beside the silent man and quietly slept in the past.

When the only thing left in the world is survival, time becomes meaningless.

Tang Qing found that his sleep quality has never been better than before. The symptoms of insomnia and shallow sleep have disappeared. When he wakes up every day, he is already getting better in the sun.

From the roof of Xiaomei's face, she was so embarrassed that she climbed back from the broken bed.

She sat on the hard wooden bed and rubbed the bruises she had made by the board and sighed softly.

After sleeping for a month, I was still not used to this kind of bed. At the beginning of sleeping, I woke up the next day and every bone on my back was blue and purple.

In the past, I didn't even have a decent wooden bed. The next day I was still alive and vigorous. But now I sleep on the wooden bed and I will sleep blue and blue.

Maybe it's really too delicate.

Tang Qing took a look at the bright sun outside the door, slowly took a breath, dropped his feet on the ground, gritted his teeth, and stood up on the edge of the bed.

The tingling pain of pulling bones and tendons rose from the joint of the tendons. Tang Qing was almost kneeling down in front of his eyes. She pale face, slowly inhale, small mouth exhale, let oneself stand on the ground. The cold sweat flowed down her forehead almost instantly, but she knew she couldn't bear it now. She and Xiao Fengting had no food to eat all day.

It was not easy to see signs of improvement, and she had to bear the pain for a while.

Holding the edge of the bed quiet for about ten minutes, Tang Qing slowly breathed out a breath. He helped the wall step by step into the corner. He found out a few potatoes that the island residents had given her a few days ago. He scooped a few spoons of water from the water tank, squatted on the ground and slowly washed it. Then he put it into the pot to make a fire and began to cook.