Chen Zhou was actually exhausted a long time ago. He was just enduring it, waiting for the storm to destroy the ship, waiting for all the supplies to reach the shore, waiting for the day he could rest.
Now, this waiting was turned into an ordeal or perhaps a torment by the sudden hope.
He didn't know how many times he had turned over with difficulty in the tent, but finally, exhausted, he drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, the air was clear and washed clean.
The tent in the clearing suddenly flipped over, with a cry of pain, Chen Zhou crawled out wrapped in a dark blanket.
Just now, he dreamed that the challenge reward was a Godzilla.
The monster landed on the beach without warning, stomping flat his painstakingly built small camp, and then swallowed Lai Fu who was barking wildly at it.
At that time, the whole forest was a mess.
In panic, he only cared about escaping, ran madly along, not thinking about the horizontally growing tree root underfoot, and tripped.
