After Wang Lang hee for a long time, Ye Jian's voice completely broke. Wang Lang raised his eyes to look at the ship over there. It seemed that now it seemed that the ship was floating in mid-air.

The sea surface was surging, the sky was dark and dark clouds were covered with dark clouds. You could see the lightning and thunder in the sky from afar, as if it was close to the sea surface, and lightning struck the sea surface.

Wang Lang quickly retracted into the car.

It was like this when the house was leaking and it was raining all night. The car was out of gas and it was hit by a tsunami again. It was really an explosion of mentality.

Wang Lang stared at the car window with his eyes fixed on his face. After aging for a long time, he found a dark wall of water surging towards him. The car where Wang Lang was located was directly rushing with the rising and falling waves.

Looking outside as if he was sunny, Stephen slapped the wall directly, Wang Lang shrank his neck, and the roof of the car was flattened, so he simply put down the back of the chair and lay down.

The car floated up and down in the waves, feeling dizzy. Fortunately, there was no whirlpool, otherwise it would have been ggled.

It was pitch black in front of me, and occasionally a clatter came, as if something had hit the car. Wang Lang fixed himself to the car with his seat belt, blinking his eyes and looking through the window at the dark outside.

The car was floating and rotating in the water in irregularities, occasionally thrown high, and fell into the water on the surface.

The horrors of nature can be seen.

Many people subconsciously feel that water has no strength, and they will feel that fire seems to be stronger than water. But if you really experience it, you will find that water is an awesome existence, and the power of water is no less than that of anything. Water can carry a boat and can also overturn it, and water can also enter every hole.

Wang Langan was quietly staying in the car and was ready to be crushed to pieces by the water.

The process was long, and Wang Lang fell asleep at some point.

When he woke up again, Wang Lang turned around and the sea water directly cracked the car. Wang Lang was swept up and down by the sea water, floating up and down, which was really like the feeling of being played with by a powerful man in the palm of his hand written in the fantasy fairy tale novel. He felt that he was as small as a drop in the ocean, and nature was like an illusory supreme god, like an ant for life, and life and death were all in the thought of this supreme god. People had no power to fight back in front of this god, and could only surrender and wait for death.

After being hit on the back of the head by something, Wang Lang gradually lost his intuition.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Wang Lang woke up, he saw the sand first, and when he turned over, he saw the sunshine, blue sky, seagulls, cliffs, big trees, flowers and plants.

Feeling the existence of the body and confirming that he is not dead and still alive, Wang Lang had to sigh from the bottom of his heart, it's so fucking good to live.

There was still a pain in the back of my head. I touched it and it didn't break it, but there was a big bag, which seemed to be hit by some blunt object.

Wang Lang sat up, patted his ears, and after a long time, he still couldn't contact Ye Jian and Tong Dou. He struggled to stand up and observed the situation around him. He should have been rushed to an unknown island. I don't know where it is. Wang Lang is not so awesome that he is familiar with every corner of the world, but Wang Lang has seen awesome people who are familiar with every corner of the world.

I can't care about that much, just survive, and I'll discuss the rest.

He was so hungry that Wang Lang was walking by the beach for a long time, and tried hard to catch a few fish, squatted on the ground and ate raw.

After eating, I looked at the sky. The setting sun sets, and the scarlet sunset reflects the blue ocean into a red floating treasure. It is eternal and beautiful, and this world is still very beautiful. It is just that I lack the eyes to calm down and look for beauty.

It was getting dark soon. Wang Lang stood up and searched around the island, preparing to find the water source first. Who knew that he had to stay on this island for a few days and had to prepare enough fresh water, otherwise the process of seawater purification and filtration would be too complicated, and the final product might not necessarily taste good.

Logically speaking, the freshwater on this kind of island is generally easy to find. When it was almost dark, Wang Lang found freshwater in the center of the island and tasted it and could drink it.

Has not found the cave yet, Wang Lang climbed up a big tree and found a good place to lie on the tree to sleep.

When he woke up, the sky was not yet completely bright, and Wang Lang couldn't stand it. He jumped down from the tree to see what was on the island, how many days he could last, or see if anyone lived here.

The clothes were wet and it was still wet all night long. Wang Lang collected a lot of firewood, found a stick, and found a handful of hay to drill wood to make fire.

After working hard for more than ten minutes, the Jiba thing kept smoking and not igniting. Wang Lang threw away the stick in annoyance, subconsciously touched his pocket and lit up a cigarette, looked at the cigarette in his hand, and then looked at the lighter in his hand.

It's a good match!

I'm afraid I'm not stupid!

After setting up a fire, Wang Lang caught two fish, inserted them on wooden sticks and roasted them and ate them.

I feel that if I can eat fish every day during this period, I have to find something else to change my taste.

Wang Lang dried his clothes, found a bunch of stones to circle the fire, and saved the sparks and ran out to give the whole forest on the island.

I walked around and found that the island was not bad, there were actually small animals, and there were actually people who were flying on the ground, flying in the sky and swimming in the water.

He picked a fruit and stuffed it into his mouth. It was so astringent. Wang Lang threw away the fruit with no choice but to see pheasants, and there were quite a few of them. Some of them were eaten at noon. Although there was no staple food, it was good to eat something.

After a long circle, Wang Lang almost walked around the entire island. He did not find that there were indigenous people on the island. It was an undeveloped island. The ecological environment was also very good and it was a unique style.

At noon, Wang Lang caught a chicken, skillfully plucked her hair and broke her belly and washed it. Then he ran to the beach, took off his clothes, soaked it for a long time, and then placed it in a dry place for drying. After the clothes were dry, Wang Lang picked up some white crystal things from the clothes, without processed sea salt.

I can't care about that much. Just eat meat. If you want to have a fresh handful of salt, apply the collected salt on the chicken I just killed. During the marination, Wang Lang grabbed a few more fish and grilled it. Although he was imprisoned, he was a decent person after all. He had to eat it well, so he had to eat it.

The fish was almost roasted. Wang Lang gathered the fire, wrapped the chicken with mud, stuffed it into the fire, and then covered it with stones to press it. Wang Lang took off his clothes and roasted it on it. Anyway, there was no one on the island, so Wang Lang ran in his shorts.

I feel like I am similar to Ru Bingson. Should I publish a book to record my life trapped on the island?

But then again, Lu Bingxun has reached a certain point and can still be with him on Friday. Wang Lang has nothing but his left and right hands.

After eating the chicken, Wang Lang started looking for a place to sleep at night, and had to find a safer place.

Wang Lang climbed onto the highest stone mountain on the island. The emperor paid off, but Wang Lang actually found a hole on it.
Chapter completed!