The Fruit of the Pirate

The sun shines brightly on the sea, and the water is clear and transparent under the light.

An ordinary sea fish floats leisurely as usual, enjoying the warmth of the sun.

At this moment, it saw a strange two-legged fish quietly approaching it. It smelled a hint of danger and subconsciously wanted to escape.

But the next second, its lower body was pierced by a pointed stick-like object, and then it was picked up by the two-legged fish and placed in front of it.

It realized something was wrong and struggled desperately, but was hit on the head with a stick by the two-legged fish, and it lost consciousness at that time.

Despicable two-legged fish!

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Mosso processed the fish, removed its internal organs, put it into the sea water to shake off the blood and scales, then put it in a straw rope and walked towards the shelter with a relaxed pace.

This was his first harvest in two days of fishing, and he was inevitably a little happy.

Before searching the desert island, Mosso found coconuts on the beach, wild yams and wild fruits in the forest, and many shellfish on the beach.

But these were obviously not enough to maintain Mosuo's physical strength and health, so he turned his attention to the sea and persisted for two days before finally landing on this lucky spot.

Back at the shelter, Mosso placed a bluestone slab on the fire, brushed it with sea water, stuffed the collected green peppercorns into the belly of the fish, and then laid the processed fish flat on the bluestone slab. .

Wrap the shellfish and seafood in a long fragrant palm-like leaf, wrap it in mud, and put it directly into the fire.

During this period, Moso accurately turned the fish over and brushed it with sea water to prevent the fish from sticking together and to remove the fishy smell and add flavor.

After a while, the original fragrance of the meat and the aroma of Sichuan pepper came out of the grilled fish, and the oil and juice spread on the surface, making it look appetizing.

Moso smiled with satisfaction, then opened a coconut with great effort, then took out the secret beggar's seafood, smashed the mud on the surface, and the aroma of the sea hit his face.

Looking at the delicious grilled fish with green peppers, the tender and tender beggar seafood, the sweet coconuts and coconut fruits, Moso felt a little proud.

It would be nice to have enough food in such a desolate place, and he could not only eat enough but also eat well, which perfectly fits Mosso's consistent style of demanding quality of life.

This may be a desert island on the tip of your tongue.

Mosso broke off a branch and used it as chopsticks, and eagerly picked up the grilled fish...

amount……

What about my grilled fish?

How about a grilled fish that's my age?

The originally sunny sky turned gloomy at this moment. Mosso's eyes widened and he subconsciously searched around. He happened to see a white chicken running away with his fish in its mouth.

The green peppers in the belly of the fish were scattered all over the floor.

This white chicken was no bigger than a fish head. It was holding a grilled fish that was completely out of proportion to itself. It ran staggeringly, but it was swinging its two short legs wildly and was about to disappear from Mosso's sight.

Mosuo looked cold, picked up the wooden spear and chased after him.

Looks like I'm going to add a roast chicken dish tonight.

This chicken seemed to be very familiar with this desert island. It turned left and right in the jungle, almost throwing Mosuo away.

But Mosuo had been exploring the jungle for so many days and had already become familiar with the terrain. He clung to the white chicken and kept shortening the distance by relying on his long legs.

The white "chicken" might have panicked, and just wanted to throw Mosuo away, running away with all his strength, circling left and right, but unknowingly he circled back to Mosuo's camp.

When Mosuo saw this, his heart moved, and with all his strength, he used the wooden spear in his hand as a javelin and threw it at the white chicken.

The white chicken hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, and in a hurry, he threw the fish out of his mouth.

This little white chicken was also greedy. The first moment he got up, he ran towards the flying fish.

But Mosso was already close, and he just flew up and kicked him into the shelter like a football shot.

"Chirp, chirp~ (Oh shit~)"

The little white chicken crowed, hit the raft and bounced to the ground. It fell to the ground like a doormat and couldn't get up for a long time.

Mosuo was a little dazed. He seemed to understand what the little white chicken was calling just now. He couldn't understand it for a while and just thought it was an auditory hallucination.

He walked closer, held the little white chicken's collar with one hand, lifted it to eye level with himself, and looked up and down.

This little thing looks like a chicken, but it's actually a bird. It's just white and fat. Its two big eyes are like bright obsidian, and its white feathers are as soft as clouds in the sky.

Moso nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, you are so cute, it must be delicious. I will forgive you for stealing my fish before, but I will add a hard dish tonight."

Perhaps because he understood something, the little white bird was a little excited and swayed dishonestly, staring at Mosuo angrily with his round eyes.

Mosso simply ignored it, and skillfully picked up a wooden stick to end the little white chicken's pain.

"Tweet! (You forced me to do this!)"

The little white bird suddenly raised its head and cried, and then Mosuo felt a strong aura coming towards him, and he sat down on the ground uncontrollably.

Just when Mo Suo was calming down, the sky seemed to be overcast. He looked up and saw a tall figure.

This figure looks a bit like the little white bird just now. The whole body is white, and the face is still the same as the little white bird before.

It's just that this figure's whole body is full of explosive muscles, especially the two chest muscles that are as majestic as granite.

This figure stood majestically, glaring at Mosuo with its still round eyes.

Mosuo was a little confused. He pondered for two seconds, decisively took out the grilled fish he had just picked up, and gave it to the big white bird in front of him with both hands.

This is not cowardice, it is just a matter of strategic observation first.

"Tweet~(hum~)"

The big white bird nodded proudly, with arrogant eyes, snatched the grilled fish, and walked away gracefully as if he didn't recognize his relatives.

Mosuo looked at the leaving figure of the big white bird, his face expressionless, and his heart was confused.

The scene just now really cracked his world view. What kind of world is this?

What was that thing just now?monster?Elf?Pokemon?

So it wasn’t auditory hallucinations before, so the little white bird can really talk?

Mosuo's whole body was a little cracked. He returned to the fire, picked up the coconut and took a sip, with a deep look on his face and thoughts in his mind.

What powers does this little white bird have?What kind of character?Can they coexist?It seems to be from the friendly camp, so what is its value?

Mosso thought about the moon all night, had a plan in mind, and decided to implement it tomorrow.

"Whoo~"

Mo Suo took a deep breath. He looked at the bright moon in the sky and felt a little melancholy.

What kind of world is this...?