MTL - Being a Koi in a Survival Game-Chapter 7 Nautical Carnival

  Chapter 7 Sailing Carnival 7

   "Feiyan is right. The most difficult part of the doomsday game is the last ten days." Li Gao said while wiping the gun in his hand,

   "Find out other players and get space props is the top priority."

   "Ayong, did you find anything?" Li Gao turned to the big man next to him and asked, "Among the more than forty people, who is another player?"

   "Yes, two newcomers." Ayong nodded,

   "They are so stupid, asking around who is the player, I don't know that NPCs can't hear any information about the game. But I also learned from them that they don't know about special props yet."

   "The rules of the game are opaque, and everything needs to be explored by myself. This is what I like about games." The corners of Gao Feiyan's mouth twitched slightly, "Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people to help us step on mines."

  Li Gao couldn't deny it, and reiterated again, "Pay attention, be sure to find players with space props"

  —

  Fu Anan returned to her room, and sat down with some exhaustion.

  Thinking back on what happened in the past few days, Brother Li, Master Zhu, and Doctor Song are always the closest to them.

  Lately aware of it, as if walking through the gate of hell.

  No matter what he said this time, Fu Anan didn't dare to deliver food to them anymore.

   Not only that, but it is best not to pass by their room every day.

  So when Fu Dafu was cursing at Fu Anan's door, and wanted her to deliver lunch to the sailors on the deck, Fu Anan began to play dead, pretending not to hear him.

  Delivering food is like sending your life away, and if you do it a few more times, it will be really fatal.

"You little bastard, you are as good as your father! You will be afraid of something big. Next time, even if your father kneels down and begs me, I will not take you out to sea!" Fu Dafu was angry cursed at the gate of Fu An'an,

   "You son of a bitch, bastard, if you don't deliver food, you will clean up for me. If you don't do anything, be careful, I will let the captain throw you out."

  Cleaning is also better than food delivery.

  —

  The eighth day of sailing survival, 6:30 in the morning

  Fu Anan returned to her original job.

  But Fu Dafu didn't seem to want to make Fu Anan too comfortable, so he deliberately assigned the corridor outside Li Ge's room and the corridor outside the infirmary to her name.

   Bang, bang!

  As soon as there was a sound outside, there was a knock on the door inside.

  Fu Anan stood at the door, standing on tiptoe and looking in through the small window of the food delivery.

   Only a roar was heard, and after the violent impact, it was the sound of teeth scraping **** the iron door.

  It makes people feel cold behind.

  Fu Anan looked at the closed door and took a few steps back, always feeling like Li Ge would break out.

   "Useless coward! Such a coward." Fu Dafu passing by glanced at Fu Anan, and kicked over the basin next to him, "No breakfast is allowed until it is cleaned up."

  The water in the basin gathers towards the drain, forming a vortex.

  The cleaner next to him was sympathizing with Fu Anan. How could there be such an uncle, but Fu Anan was staring at the small whirlpool in the drain.

   "Aunt Li, I want to ask, where will the water go?"

"Of course it is directly discharged into the ocean." Aunt Li, who was cleaning alongside, said, "You don't think we will recycle it, do you? How can we? We have special water filtration equipment to turn sea water into domestic water. It's clean."

   Fu Anan nodded when she heard this, "Then I'm relieved."

   "You little girl, you have a lot to think about." Aunt Li smiled, "Today's breakfast is fish porridge. The fish that the sailors caught is fresh."

  Hearing this, Fu Anan was taken aback, and his eyes touched Fu Dafu who came out of the restaurant with a bowl of fish porridge.

  (end of this chapter)