Global Sky Island Survival I have 100 times the reward

Since Sky Island Game, I have been eating raw beef and exotic animal meat every day, almost to the point of vomiting. As for other players who can only eat steamed buns, what does it have to do with them admiring someone?

Mu Shaoan took out a piece of beef and shouted to the dragon: "Xiao Hei, help me roast some meat!"

The dragon ignored him and couldn't hear him. Who is Xiao Hei?

"Oh, Xiao Hei, who are you with?" Mu Shaoan took out his blood bat dart and knocked on the outer wall of the safe house, making a clanging sound.

The black dragon then raised its head and continued to spit out flames from one nostril, roasting the beef.

"Stop, stop, stop!!" Mu Shaoan was shocked and sprayed fire from his nostrils. Is this something that people can eat?

Mu Shaoan stopped Xiao Hei's nostril grilling operation.

He threw the roasted black beef in his hand to Gungun to eat, and then took out a two-pound piece of beef: "Xiao Hei, roast this piece! Use low heat!"

Xiao Hei could only reluctantly open his mouth and exhale...

A flame burst out, and Mu Shaoan used a rotating axe, with beef placed on the axe, roasting it in the fire.

"Xiaohei, Xiaodianhuo, Xiaodianhuo..."

"Xiao Hei, turn it up louder..."

It only took a minute to roast, and a piece of black charcoal beef was freshly baked.

Mu Shaoan placed the beef on the ground and cut it from the middle with an axe.

The outer carbon shell is still a bit hard.

The outer layer cannot be easily broken through at first, but as long as you use a little more force to break through this barrier, you can feel the warmth and softness inside.

After incision, you can see that the inner muscles have distinct lines, are elastic, soft, slightly red, and have juice flowing out, which makes people appetite.

After removing the black coal from the outside, Mu Shaoan cut two pieces and handed them to Cynthia and Ares: "Come, try your lord's craftsmanship!"

Skyguards usually don't need to eat, but there is no problem in satisfying their appetite.

"Thank you, Lord!"*2

There was about a pound of meat left, and Mu Shaoan planned to eat it alone. He also took out the steamed buns in his backpack and made a meat bun.

"Ooooooo!" Gungun shouted to the side, where is mine?

"Didn't you just eat it? You're still eating it!" Ignoring Gungun, Mu Shaoan sat directly under the World Tree and ate roast beef.

Although only more than an hour has passed since five o'clock in the morning, Mu Shaoan has recovered well physically, but his spirit is always tense. It is rare that the surroundings are quiet and he can rest for a while.

Mu Shaoan called Cynthia to the side, sat with him, and then opened the communication channel.

【Earth Human Communication Channel】(Number of speeches: 2)

"Stop scrolling. The saplings are withering and you need to find a monster to kill quickly. Just activate the function of the sky island core."

"A must-read for your first kill: You can catch monsters with the fishing rod provided by the system! Throw the hook next to those little black figures, and either hang them up, or they will fly by themselves!"

"Please help! I was attacked by a second-order cloud bird and seriously injured! (Click to view the location)"

"Don't use a drone to shoot into the blood cloud. Three first-order monsters just flew up to me and almost sent me away!"

"The Blood Sea Survival Group is recruiting people. Let's hug together to keep warm. If you are interested, please add me as a friend. Let's find a gathering point together and bring the empty island together!"

"Help, help! (Click to view location)"

"Help, help! (Click to view location)"

…

Mu Shaoan watched for a while. The communication channel was flooded with distress messages, which showed how bad the current situation of mankind on earth was.

Although the rewards on the third day of the system are very generous, almost everyone has two weapons (including drones), but the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

Some are unlucky, some are stupid, and some are pretentious. Only one thing is the same: monsters will not show mercy to them.

At 5:00 today, new functions were added to the system, including positioning and friend functions, and the auction house was also opened.

Mu Shaoan clicked on the auction house, and there were already a lot of things hanging on it, all of which were low-level materials... but the currency used turned out to be World Tree Essence or Breathing Soil, with one resource and two purchasing power.

Mu Shaoan just collected this information on the communication channel.

World Tree Essence and Breathing Earth can only be opened from monster treasure chests of elite monsters and above. And whether they are first or second level, there is a fixed number.

Moreover, when high-level players kill low-level monsters, all they explode are brass treasure chests!

Mu Shaoan then used the [Workbench] to make himself a third-level leather jacket, but there was nothing else to build.

He clicked on the communication channel again, and there were still a lot of distress messages flooding the screen. Mu Shaoan clicked on hundreds of messages and found that they were all very far away.

Those positions were placed over a huge virtual earth, each photoelectric, and the direction and approximate distance were also marked.

However, if you think about it carefully, you will find that the distribution of these light points is actually scattered in a large area, accounting for almost one-seventh of the surface area above the entire earth.

Are they all Chinese? This is also possible. After all, there is no foreign language on the communication channel.

Even if it is automatically translated, it should be Chinese with a foreign accent, such as: Oh, damn monster, this is my most serious attack...

Just when Mu Shaoan clicked on the distress signals one by one to verify his suspicions, he suddenly saw a light spot very close to him. When he zoomed in, he saw that it was only ten kilometers away!

He immediately planned to fly over and take a look. If he was a bad guy, he would kill him. If he really needed help, he would save him.

What if it’s a beautiful woman?

Then he has to protect himself. After all, it is dangerous for a boy to go out alone.

…

"Cynthia, Ares, Gungun, Xiaohei, Xiaoposhu"

“Let’s set sail!!!!”

"Goodbye mom, I'm going to sail away tonight..."

"Don't worry about me I have a paddle for happiness and joy..."

…

No... I'm going to save people, why are you so excited?

Looking around, the sea of ​​blood surged, and the sky was illuminated red.

Under the blood clouds, black shadows writhed, like fierce ghosts and evil spirits, whimpering that the world was unfair.

Perhaps, every boy has a dream of sailing, and every boy wants to have a boat of his own!

At this time, Mu Shaoan stood on the roof of the tactical hut and looked into the distance, while the sky island was flying at a speed of 20 meters per second. It only took 8 minutes to reach the location of the rescuer.

Mu Shaoan didn't add the survivor as a friend. There was no reason. He didn't like to add friends casually... although it was not a casual thing when the opponent was about to get cold.

"I think we should give our empty island a name, what do you think?"

Mu Shaoan turned around. Although he asked - where are you, his eyes looked directly at Cynthia.

"I like all the names given by the lord," Cynthia said with a smile.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Ares: "..."

Xiao Hei ignored him at all.

"Then... let's call it Kunlun." Mu Shaoan very cleverly used the name of Kunlun, the most sacred mountain in China and the ancestor of the Chinese dragon vein, to name his island.

"He was born out of nowhere, in Kunlun, and saw all the beauty of spring in the world."

"Three million jade dragons flew up, causing the whole sky to freeze."

"I... Mu Shaoan... also want this bullshit Sky Island game, it's not... too... flat!!"

Mu Shaoan's eyes flashed coldly, and he made some kind of determination in his heart.

[Author's digression]: Don't raise books, the author will starve to death... Reading in the tower, raising books is the poison that causes the author's slow death...