"I learned to swim, all by my own efforts!"

Chen Changan plunged into the sea and swam happily around the flying Henan people, as if he wanted to satisfy the regret of not being able to play in the water since he was a child.

"Chirky~"

Orange suddenly screamed twice.

Chen Changan immediately extinguished his playful thoughts and surfaced in a blink of an eye. He was about to ask about the orange when he suddenly felt a chill coming from behind, which was quite similar to the situation when he was hit by a ghost. He immediately took out the spirit-removing blade.

Turn around and take a look.

A raft floated slowly.

Chen Changan's pupils contracted instantly!

Other rafts?

Human?

Chen Changan jumped onto the bow of the boat and wanted to see it carefully, but the scene on the raft in the distance made people sigh in his heart.

It is indeed human beings, but the owner of the raft is a dead person.

Chen Changan sighed:

"Orange, pull me over."

As the two ships approached, Chen Changan finally saw clearly the appearance of the raft owner.

He was wearing a black suit and was thin all over. He could even be described as shriveled. His skin was brown and covered with spots, which did not look like he was a normal death.

"This is a bit familiar to death..."

Chen Changan had no idea that he had seen similar dead bodies, but the corpse of the raft owner did give him a sense of indescribable familiarity.

It was not until Chen Changan remembered the chill just now that he realized that the raft owner died in a ghost pressing the bed. No, to be precise, he died in the hands of the shipwrecked banshee.

"If I fail to defeat the shipwrecked Banshee, will I end up like this?"

The spine is cold!

Chen Changan tightly held the spirit-removing blade in his hand. Only this weapon to kill ghosts could give him a sense of security.

Staring at the raft owner's body, Chen Changan suddenly found that the corpse's thumb was pressing his palm, and said strangely:

"Is the posture in his hand posting? Is he going to post before he dies?"

Chen Changan looked thoughtful and guessed:

"The shipwrecked Banshee died at the hands of the shipwrecked Banshee. Could it be that he has also been to Treasure Island? Did he go to the same Treasure Island as me?"

Chen Changan started searching for similar information in his heart. It took him half an hour to find the live text post of the raft owner.

He turned to the end of his post:

[I entered the island, and along the way, birds sing and flowers scented, trees were growing, and grass was lush. I walked along the path and saw a broken temple. The system prompted me to sacrifice. I only had a shark in my hand, so I went to the God of the Ocean.

The temple door is wide open, and it is black inside. I plucked up the courage to walk in. There is a woman lying in embroidered shoes inside. Doctor I can help me help me. The silly environment help me put the female ghost in Wuba just playing with her mobile phone and lying on my phone. I will die. The speaker interior design pick up the card back]

The poster, which is the "Alien Heaven" produced by the owner of the raft, is actually just a call for help during a life-and-death crisis.

Extract the text in it.

Help,

That female ghost,

Lean on me,

On the back.

Chen Changan was silent for a long time, and then he used a trumpet to send an obituary to the owner of the raft.

【The owner is dead】

…………

Seeing the death of humans with one's own eyes is far more terrifying than guessing that humans died in the forum.

Chen Changan first hunted the great white shark, and then eliminated the arrogance that the shipwrecked banshee had lost in a blink of an eye.

Be a person with your heart!

Chen Changan made up his mind and said firmly:

"There is only one life, so it's better to run far away!"

"I can't beat Treasure Island, just run away. Who is Han Paopao?"

Without further ado, Chen Changan immediately called Orange to continue his journey and stayed away from the sea where Treasure Island was located.

It sailed for a day and a night until the next evening, when the flying Henan people sailed for a full 200 kilometers. No matter how many shipwrecks were sent out on Treasure Island, it was difficult to find his traces accurately.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Treasure Island has special means to detect Chen Changan at a very long distance, magic radar or tracking techniques, still exists.

Therefore, Chen Changan planned to sail another hundred miles before he could barely reach the psychological safety distance.

Time passed unconsciously until evening, and seagulls spread their wings in the sky, their wings cut through the clouds, dividing the dawn, and finally turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

The sea breeze blew Chen Changan's too wide white robe, and he sat on the bow of the boat and smiled:

"Orange, take a break first. You have been swimming 300 kilometers these two days."

As he said that, Chen Changan fed an indigenous fish species weighing more than two kilograms.

Now it is the seventh day of time travel, and the proportion of indigenous fish species in the trading market is getting higher and higher. Some people even found that if hundreds of fish are slaughtered in one breath, a small wave of drifting materials will rise.

The announcement of this phenomenon has caused the price of fish within one kilogram in the trading market to soar recently, because the trading market allows up to one kilogram to be put on the shelves, and these small fish have become popular in the trading market.

More than one kilogram of indigenous fish species have become the most cost-effective commodity in the trading market.

If you are not in charge, you don’t know that the food is expensive, and your oranges eat more than fifteen kilograms a day. When you exercise for a long time, you will consume more than twenty kilograms of meat, which is more than ten times that of Chen Changan.

Only the wrong name is named, and no wrong nickname. Chen Changan gave the Orange the nickname "small foodie", which is absolutely appropriate.

In order to save resources, the fish that Chen Changan gave to oranges today are basically indigenous fish species.

After day and night sailing, Chen Chang'an glanced around and they had arrived at a completely unfamiliar sea.

There are many indigenous fish here, and the blue-scaled fish floated out of the water and swam around the boat. As the sunset fell, the small fish seemed to break into bubbles in the sun, and the fluorescent blue scales reflected blue light, which seemed to be falling into the ocean.

Such a beautiful scenery made Chen Chang'an feel relaxed and happy, and felt that his mind was baptized.

Next second.

A blue and white figure quickly broke into the blue bubble, breaking the beautiful picture.

The orange has no artistic cell at all, and she only has one purpose to break through.

Big fish eat small fish!

Oranges are standard carnivorous animals, so she doesn’t want any beautiful scenery. She only has delicious food and only eat.

The blue-scaled fish are in a mess. They are as beautiful as bubbles, but they are broken at once.

The original beauty of nature disappeared, Chen Changan looked at the orange helplessly and said angrily and amused:

"Orange, I feed you every day!"

"You should be more careful!"

Orange chased the north and died. Momo ate thirty or forty blue-scaled fish before it surfaced. He looked at the owner blankly, as if asking:

"Diet, what's the sweet spot?"

Chen Chang sighed with his forehead, threw out a fat indigenous fish and fed it to the orange.

"Forget it, for your hard work to pull the boat, I will bypass you this time!"

The orange was not polite and bit the fish fed by the owner in one bite and ate it clean.

Chen Changan looked at the orange's flat belly, which was like a bottomless pit, two indigenous fish weighing one kilogram and dozens of blue-scale small fish, and he could not even make the orange's belly bulge slightly.

The main job during the day is to boil water and barbecue, but as dusk approaches, Chen Changan, as a fishing enthusiast, will still take some time to fish.

Chen Changan is blessed by the fisherman and must have a fish catch every day before the sunset.

"Thinking about this, Orange helped me drive away the small fish, and I could catch a big fish!"

It's amazing!

You can never imagine the joy of fishing!

Chen Changan took out the fishing rod and sat leisurely on the bow of the boat, waiting for the fish to take the bait at sunset.

This wave, this wave is called "Chen Taigong fishing, the willing to take the bait"!

As the dusk fell, Chen Changan immediately felt the fishing rod becoming heavier, and said with a treacherous smile:

"Here's here, brother~"

Chen Changan lifted the fishing rod vigorously and pulled the fishing line out of the water little by little.

Accompanied by the sound of water, a bright red carp fell on the boat.
To be continued...