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Chapter 402 The Peerless Cutie of a Cold-Blooded Killer (41)

Instructor Liu didn't see the picture he wanted, so he couldn't help frowning and staring at the two, his voice was a bit unclear: "Be careful next time."

An Munuan nodded.

After the two instructors left again, Li Xia quickly breathed a sigh of relief, whispered in An Munuan's ear, "I'm scared to death."

An Munuan replied with the same small voice: "Don't be afraid."

Because of this, Instructor Liu would look back at them from time to time.

Others also whispered, because the instructor did not say that talking on the boat was not allowed.

But every time the two of them speak, they attract attention.

Li Xia was so frightened that he leaned into An Munuan's ear and said, "Don't eat, don't let the instructor find out."

Although An Munuan nodded in agreement, her hand restlessly reached into the portable space again.

This space does not belong to this plane, nor is it available to ordinary people, so other people can't see what An Munuan is doing at all.
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After reaching into the portable space once, An Munuan picked it up, saw a dessert in a beautiful outer package, and slowly reached out.

Isn't this tiramisu?

If it weren't for the inconvenient surroundings, An Munuan would have just taken it out and eaten it spoonful by spoonful.

Considering others, An Munuan had no choice but to dig in the space spoon by spoon, carefully take it out and put it in his mouth, so that no one else would notice.

An Munuan froze as soon as he took the first bite.

Normally, everyone should have their own characteristics whether it is cooking or baking.

It is difficult for two people to make the taste of the food and snacks exactly the same.

But this taste, she has indeed tasted it.

Just a long, long time ago.

She finished the box of tiramisu in silence.

And the rest of the people on board were still hungry.
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After two or three hours' journey by sea, they finally arrived at their destination.

The organization of this meal does not matter.

After a week, when the successful winners came to the shore, the people who came to pick them up would naturally bring delicious meals and put them on the table.

This can be regarded as some encouragement for those who can't persevere.

Everyone stood on the beach, wearing their own set of clothes, carrying a backpack with a fixed amount of food and a small blanket.

Although it is summer now, the temperature difference between day and night on the island is still very large.

A blanket is often useless, but it's better than nothing.

Since food is allowed to be robbed, so are blankets.

On this island, the winner is king, and the loser often has no good end.

Some people had already made small calculations silently in their hearts, and looked at the people present with erratic eyes, feeling a little sneaky.

The two instructors stood directly in front of everyone, tall and straight, with serious faces, and their sharp eyes looked directly at everyone present.

Everyone was afraid to speak, but they still stood straight and looked straight ahead.

"From now on, pack your luggage and enter the island. Everyone will have a simple version of the map, and you must follow the route on the map. Someone will take you in later. After seven days, I will send someone to pick up the people who successfully come out of the island. , only take the top ten."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone began to argue.

If there are 11 people who can successfully survive on the small island for seven days, is it true that the remaining one can only fend for itself on this small island?
(End of this chapter)