Chapter 1007: Island Survival 7

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Chapter 1007 Island Survival 7

Fu Anan found the snake meat that he had gnawed more than half of it, put a little honey on it, and tried to make snake sashimi.

Tender and smooth snake meat, paired with nutritious wild honey.

One bite, the snake meat was firm and elastic, accompanied by a burst of honey sweetness, made Fu Anan vomit.

too disgusting.

She quickly rinsed her mouth with water, and the weird taste lingered in her mouth for a long time.

Eat the remaining piece of snake meat dryly again, and the honey can only be mixed with water to drink.

The sky is getting dark

The mountain wind begins to blow

At night, the island begins to lower the temperature

The average temperature difference between the day and night on the island is about 8 degrees. It is too hot at noon, and it is still chilly at night.

Fu Anan covered her body with the remaining parachute cover after improving her clothes, and leaned against the wall, thinking silently. There are 4,000 more players on this primitive island, and these players have to eat a certain amount of food every day. Suppose the island is rich in materials, but there are only a fixed number of animals and plants.

She tried to break it with her hands, but it was too hard.

So, she simply put the oyster and the stone into the space. Pieces of stones are all oysters!

Just this kind of food is enough for her to eat for who knows how many days.

This place came to the right.

Fu Anan was looking for something good in the water while choosing the income space with a lot of oysters on the rock.

Some conchs that are really better than oysters, they are hidden between the stones, and there are some big crabs. From morning to noon, Fu An'an picked up a lot of things on this small beach.

But this is not without cost.

The sun burned her back and her neck was peeled. These untouched rocks were slippery, and she fell several times, getting scratched by oysters or rattan snails on the rocks.

The feeling of the wound being soaked in sea water is very tormenting.

Fu Anan climbed ashore to clean these wounds with water. Her feet, legs, and fingers were all soaked white, and the wounds were burning with pain. The bark slippers were also broken during the process, and a new pair needs to be made.

She finally washed her face, carried her slippers that turned into four pieces, and went ashore, and walked slowly back to the camp.