The wrong posture of YY male god [system]

In the fisherman's hut, there was only the sound of branches crackling in the flames. Whether it was American girl and Tom who had just recovered from heatstroke, or Carlos and Amin who had been working all the time, they all quietly gathered around the fire, picking a stick from time to time. Pick bananas with green skins that have been roasted to a pitch-black pitch.

It was at this time that the young master woke up. He only felt that his limbs seemed to have been cut off and repacked, stiff and inflexible.

"What's wrong with me? My whole body is so tired..."

"Ah, you're awake, come drink some water, you've got heat stroke!"

The American girl stood up full of surprises, and was soon cut off by the Middle Easterner. He quickly took the water bottle from the American girl, sat down on Jacob's bed, grabbed his back with one hand, and fed him directly with the other. water.Those who didn't know the inside story really thought they were good friends.

While Jacob was drinking water, Tom quickly summed up the current situation. The point is that he will definitely be rescued, but he doesn't know how long it will take.

"Okay, I understand. I have a place to live, and fresh water is guaranteed, so what about food? I can't rely on this jar of flour, can I? Huh? Why does my whole body stink so much!"

Jacob frowned, staring at the back of his hand with his face turned away.

"The ice used to cool you down is from the fish box, so it has a fishy smell... By the way, this box was brought by Carlos. Is there any fish in it?"

Tom was awakened by his own words, and quickly looked back at Carlos.

"There are two big fish, all cleaned up. The ice has melted, and it won't last long. Let's get some fish soup tonight, and the flour can be used to make pimple soup. Besides, I have a lot of durable ones on me, enough for us to eat for two Three months, don't worry."

Carlos took out a few bags of white rice and a few packs of compressed biscuits from his backpack, and said there were quite a few in the bag.Seeing that the faces of the four boys were all normal, he continued.

"We have to face the storm in less than two hours, and we have to move."

Except that Jacob, who was really weak, stayed in the house to watch the fire, Tom and the American girl went to collect branches near the hut, and checked what fruits could be picked.

Carlos and Amin each carried an empty bag and tools, and walked towards the beach.

The sky is still as blue as ever, but the sea breeze seems to have disappeared, and the whole space is a bit unbelievably quiet, the leaves don't shake, the birds don't sing, it's oppressive and stuffy.

Stopping in his tracks, Carlos looked up at the coconut trees full of fruits.

"It's estimated to be 15 meters high, and I can't climb it."

The Middle Eastern people also looked up and said with a little regret.

"Even if you can climb, you can't climb. There are no safety measures. Here, it is very dangerous to be injured or sick. And after the storm, there may be a pile of coconuts waiting for you to pick up on the ground. Let's go."

The two of them left the coconut tree and came to the open beach. The Middle Eastern people brought a few big stones. Carlos squatted in the dug hole and piled branches to light the fire. Leaves.Finally, surround the fire with stones.

Gray-black smoke soon emerged from the intertwined leaves, slowly rising, without the interference of the sea breeze, it bravely rushed to the sky.

"Okay, go to the next place, and after the storm is over, come and release SOS every day."

"You know so much!"

At the moment, the Middle Easterners are sincerely convinced.I can't imagine how long the four of them would have survived the accident without Carlos.

Countless information shows that in nature, human beings are too small.

"That is, after all, he is your elder brother."

Along the beach of the island, the two set off a pile of smoke in each of the four directions, and collected useful things found along the way, such as large shells, dry branches, and fallen coconuts.

"Go to Paibi, there seems to be a belt of islands and reefs over there. Maybe you can get some food before it gets dark. By the way, do you still have fishhooks in your bag?"

Carlos picked up a relatively straight branch at his feet, and pulled it with both hands. After he was satisfied with the hardness, he held it in his hand and continued to walk forward step by step.

"There is another box, and there are fishing lines, but there are no rods, and they are all on the boat."

Following Carlos' actions, Amin also picked up a hard branch.

After finally reaching the reef, Carlos turned his head and looked around.

"We still have half an hour, pay attention to our feet, use branches to check first when walking, I am afraid of sea snakes in these corners, pay attention to some small pools, maybe there will be fish caught by big waves, etc., as well as reefs There may be some shells and conch stuck around, take them all off, do you have a knife?"

Seeing the Middle Eastern nod, Carlos continued.

"You know sea urchins, right? That kind of black charcoal-like guy with thorns all over the body. If you see it, pick it up with a branch and don't touch it. Well, you can work."

After explaining the main points clearly, the two walked carefully on the reef. These wonders made up of an astonishing number of dead corals looked quite interesting, but when they walked, they slapped their feet on the street.

Not daring to be too adventurous, I picked up two pockets of various shells stuck to the stone and prepared to escape.

"Carlos! There are crabs here, they are huge!"

With a movement of his ears, the pocket zipper was closed, and Carlos grabbed the branch and hurried to Amin. On the surface of the stone, there was a black crab the size of an adult's palm spitting bubbles quietly. He was not afraid to see them. Confidence comes from two big pincers like a baby's fist.

"This is not a joke! If you get caught, your fingers must be broken!"

Putting the branch in Amin's arms directly, Carlos gently climbed up the boulder where the crab was staying, approached carefully, and stepped on the back of the crab in Amin's terrified expression.

Mr. Crab, who was suddenly attacked, kept waving two pincers and four legs, scratching the hard shell on the uneven stones, and only from the sound could hear how it was struggling desperately.

However, the joints are not strong enough to scratch the legs on the back.

Carlos bent over and grabbed a crab claw with both hands, successfully disarmed, and he easily lifted Mr. Crab.Turning back he smiled brightly.

“FOOD GET! GO BACK!”

The Middle Eastern man tremblingly carried his things and followed him to the hut.

Damn, why do I always feel that I am the one being stepped on!I can't turn over for a lifetime!

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The sun has completely disappeared below the sea level, and there is not a single star in the sky. Dark clouds shroud the night sky. The manic wind blows the coconut trees on the island to bend over in embarrassment, and the long leaves are constantly flapping around. Everything made a compact sound.

Although the cut-off walls blocked most of the wind, the hut, which didn't look strong enough, still made a rattling sound in the wind.

in the hut.

Large pieces of swordfish meat, just sprinkled with a little salt and pepper, wrapped in fresh banana leaves and placed in a carbon pile, baked for 45 minutes until almost cooked.The crabs are covered with a net and put into a plate filled with seawater to raise until tomorrow. Using the soup pot provided by the fisherman's hut, divide the remaining third of the fresh water and cook it with white rice and scraped bream mince. Pot of hot and spicy porridge.

The large waterproof flashlight in the American sweetheart bag was hung on the beam to add some light to the cabin. The shaking of the firelight made the eyes a little dizzy.

"How do you eat this?"

While waiting for the staple food, Tom picked up the black charcoal bananas that were still a little hot, and he was a little at a loss as to what to do.

"Eat whatever you usually eat."

He grabbed one end of the banana and peeled off the skin. The snow-white and smoking banana immediately appeared in five pairs of eyes.Carlos holds the banana to America's Sweetheart.

The latter put his mouth together with full confidence and took a big bite.

"Oh—hot, hot, hot!"

Her eyes widened, her mouth opened, and American Sweetheart kept fanning her mouth with both hands.Wait until your mouth adjusts to the temperature before you start chewing.

"how?"

Seeing that she had swallowed it, Jacob hurriedly asked.

"Well—how should I put it, the taste is similar to that of baked potatoes, but it doesn't have much flavor."

"It will taste better with some soy sauce."

Sure enough, the survival show did not cheat anyone. Carlos contributed a bottle of soy sauce for everyone to dip into.It's not very delicious, but as a pre-dinner snack, it can finally warm the stomach.

Everyone ate three or four bananas, and then waited for the minced fish porridge and steamed fish.

"Boom—"

There was a flash of white light, there was a roar in the ear, and there was a sound of swish, and the heavy rain poured down.

Tom lifted up the plastic sheet used to cover the windows, and a trace of steamy wind unceremoniously rushed into the warm cabin.

The dark grove looked very eerie in the storm.

"Wow! That's amazing! Will our fresh water device not be overturned?"

"Probably not. I tied it back and forth with rope many times and fixed it with stones. The wooden boat must be fine, and the rubber boat should also be fine. There is a dense forest nearby, which can filter the strong wind."

The Middle Eastern man replied, only then did he understand why Carlos insisted on pulling both boats into the bushes, even considering this factor!

"The porridge and fish should be ready, what about the shells you picked up?"

"Here! Tom has been washed, and Jacob and I have cut five spoons out of small tree trunks. It's a bit ugly, but let's use it. Hehe."

With the lid of the pot opened and the banana leaves lifted, the smell of food permeated the entire hut, and the five faces in the firelight did not show much sadness.

tasty!Sure enough, Carlos is a must for traveling!In the absence of seasoning and tools, there is no one who can make food so delicious!

Except for Carlos, the moment the other four people imported the smooth and smooth steamed fish, the above sentence kept swiping the screen.

The whole sailfish was finished very quickly, and only a few big bones remained in the 80cm big guy.

This 80cm is definitely full of water, the mouth and tail tip of the swordfish account for one-third of the length, and the swordfish is not a flat structure, it is long!The meat is really not too much, just enough for five lads.

Carlos lighted the wax on a rare occasion for the entertainers participating in the survival show.How can seven or eight people live on only two crabs a day, and have to climb mountains and mountains during the day!It is estimated that the artists are suffering!

Soon, the attention of the five people turned to the boiling soup pot of "Gulu Gulu".

The young master, who usually pays attention to his weight and figure, also ate his belly full this evening, and the soup pot of fish porridge quickly bottomed out.

After refilling the wood, Carlos pulled American Sweetheart and began to skewer the remaining fish pieces on the branches with the skin scraped off, and grilled them slowly by the fire.

Jacob rubbed his stomach and watched.

"Aren't you full yet?"

"No, dry it and eat it tomorrow. Although it is cold at night, if these fish are not processed, they will probably stink tomorrow."

That's it!

It was very windy and rainy outside, and the five of them could not go out at all. After dinner, Jacob and Carlos watched the whole day's video captured by Tom with a video camera. Tom and America's Sweetheart, with the help of Amin, introduced rainwater from the window to wash the soup pot .

"Tsk, you look so funny."

Carlos pointed to the screen, and Jacob was scared by the jumping frog and screamed and hugged the Middle Eastern people around him.Sarcasm unscrupulously.

"I'm going to go! Why did Tom even take pictures of this! Give it to me! I want to delete delete delete!"

With a dark face, Jacob stretched his hands towards the camera in Carlos' hands, but the pineapple attack will easily let him wipe out the black history?

Of course not, he stood up holding the camera high, quickly hid behind America's sweetheart, and stretched the black history directly in front of her face.

And shamelessly ask the Middle East for help.

"Little~Teacher~Brother~ Press and hold Jacob, I want to share with Audrey the dark history of Young Master Jiaopan!"

Immediately comprehending what was on the camera, the Middle Eastern man pressed Jacob with his whole body indiscriminately, and the scheming smile on his face should not be more obvious!

So under the background of Jacob being suppressed all over his face, the American girl happily watched the video back and forth several times.However, the focus of her back and forth is the scene where Jacob subconsciously hugs the Middle Eastern man, and the Middle Eastern man subconsciously reaches out and hugs Jacob tightly.

The other three boys who didn't know the truth looked at America's sweetheart's face gradually turning red in complete bewilderment.

"Oh, my dear Ah~Ming~ I just let you catch the young master, why did you directly put him under you! This posture is too obscene!"

Carlos covered his face with his hands artificially, and Tom and America's sweetheart, who were attracted by his voice, turned their eyes to the Middle Eastern people at the same time.

Hmm - a bit nasty indeed.

Originally, Carlos and Jacob were sitting on the bed and watching the video. When grabbing the camera, Jacob clasped his hands outward and leaned forward. When Carlos left, he lay on the bed directly.And the Middle Easterners are also lazy. To suppress such a prone person, he directly uses his physical advantage to press on him, with the classic front chest attached to the back.

In terms of physique alone, the Middle Easterner is undoubtedly the strongest among the five, and his weight is not deceptive, absolutely the first.Jacob, on the other hand, has always followed the route of a noble young master, and his figure is even slimmer than Carlos.

While it's not quite to the point of killing a crab with a boulder, it's absolutely normal to be out of breath.

So he looked like he was being crushed and couldn't move, his face was flushed, and his eyes were still shining because of the dark history being seen by the goddess.

What a pair of overlord guns and bows!Resolute and strong Han paper!

The three men obviously thought of this, and the Middle Eastern people regarded Jacob as a scourge, and flashed from his back.Tom, on the other hand, didn't care about his little friend's fragile heart, and laughed out loud.

"Damn Amin Sharif Ahmed! I'll take your surname if I can't kill you!"

The two quickly rolled over on the bed.The kind-hearted Tom also stepped forward to separate the two sides, but as a weak photographer, it was useless in front of the main players of the two basketball teams.

The bad-hearted Carlos even guided America's Sweetheart, picked up the camera and moved around the bed to take wonderful shots.Even fanning the flames.

"Hey! Master, you're not a muscular brat with a head full of muscles. What's the point of fighting with him? Use your brains! Cross his eyes, poke his nostrils, kick his penis! If you lose, you will end up marrying to the Middle East~"

"Little brother! Have you fed your usual strength training to the dog? You can't even beat a chicken for nothing! I'm ashamed for the master!"

"Tom! Are you a joker sent by a monkey? Are you really trying to persuade a fight? Why do I think you are taking advantage of the opportunity! Get your hands off the master's ass! Let me do it!"

American Sweetheart held back her smile and endured it too hard, and the camera she held was shaking in various ways.

People are desperately fighting for their dignity, why are you joking around? BY Jacob, Amin

People are trying to persuade a fight for love and justice, what is going on with your slander? BY Tom

Without eye contact or verbal communication, the three Chinese papers formed an alliance in an instant, drawing Carlos into the flames of war.

Want to teach Pineapple to be a man?Let you return to the furnace in minutes!

In less than a minute, the three of them were completely flattened by Carlos' Millennium Kill.

America's Sweetheart on the other side was in tears, but still held the camera professionally!Can such a dirty scene really be photographed?

On the first night of living on the isolated island, the exhausted five people all fell asleep with smiles on their lips. No matter how the storm outside the house was raging, tomorrow would be another day.