Comic strip: Survival on a deserted island, surrounded by heroines

It opened its huge mouth, and hundreds of sharp teeth clenched wildly in the water, but it could no longer pose any threat to Qingshan.

Article Two.

Qingshan pulled out his spear, dragged the giant eel by its tail, and threw it into the rocky crevices.

For the next hour or so, he conducted an efficient hunt on the seabed.

Whether mutated creatures or ordinary fish, none could escape their fate of death.

"Whoosh—!"

The green hills parted the water's surface, and the person soared into the air, tumbling once before landing steadily on the rocks.

He dragged the prey from the water out of the rocky crevices and piled it up on the rocks to form a small hill.

"call--!"

He shook the seawater off his hair and took a deep breath of the sun-kissed air.

"It's still more comfortable on land."

He crouched down and began to process the prey.

The hunting knife twirled in his hand, the blade slicing open the fish's belly, the entrails being precisely removed, and the fish meat being cut into neat chunks.

A large crab was flipped over, its shell filled with crab roe and crab paste.

"Today's harvest was really good."

As Aoyama prepared the ingredients, he muttered to himself.

"One purple-spined demon fish, one giant eel, one large crab, and these miscellaneous fish... enough to eat for several days."

As appetite increases, the more mutant meat the better.

Moreover, he still has a physical body, making this ability a bottomless pit.

Qingshan raised his head and looked at the calm and vast sea in the distance.

"This little thing is just the tip of the iceberg at the bottom of the sea."

Chapter 329: Mother, you can actually wear my clothes too...

The afternoon sun shone through the tree canopy, casting layers of shadows on the forest floor.

Kiyomi stood in front of a dead tree, raised the axe in her hand high, and then brought it down cleanly and decisively.

"Snap—!"

The deadwood snapped with a sound, the cut surface as smooth as tofu sliced ​​with a knife.

"call..."

She raised the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Her long black hair was tied back with a plain wooden hairpin, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her cheeks by sweat.

The white shirt clung to her back, outlining her mature and graceful lines.

The shirt hem was tucked into the waistband of her trousers, making her waist appear slender, and below the waistline were full and rounded buttocks.

"We should have enough firewood for today."

Kiyomi bent down, picked up the chopped firewood, and stacked it one by one in the wicker basket next to her.

"Ok?"

Kiyomi suddenly stopped what she was doing and turned her head slightly to the side.

The edge of the forest, towards the cabin.

Two familiar voices drifted over on the sea breeze.

"Yukino, don't be angry..."

"Don't touch me!"

"Oh, my sister is so sad."

"Then take off my clothes."

"But Aoyama-kun said I look good in it~"

"Is this your excuse for wearing my clothes again?"

As Kiyomi listened to this conversation, a helpless smile appeared on her lips.

"These two children..."

She put down the axe, moved the wicker basket under the shade of a tree, and walked along the forest path toward the cabin.

Before she even reached the cabin, she could see the scene from afar.

Haruno, wearing Yukino's light blue shirt and dark blue skirt, swaggered ahead.

The shirt was taut against her body, and the few buttons on her chest seemed to be working frantically.

The hem of the short skirt was noticeably too short, revealing a large portion of her snow-white thighs.

Yukino followed behind her, her face grim.

She changed into a spare white shirt and black trousers, but the icy blue flame in her eyes burned brightly.

"Yano."

Qingmei emerged from the woods, her voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable composure.

Yang paused for a moment.

"Mother~"

She turned around, her face instantly displaying her usual bright smile.

"Have you finished chopping wood?"

"Hmm." Kiyomi walked closer, her gaze sweeping over Haruno before settling on Yukino.

Yukino pursed her lips and slightly looked away.

"Xiao Yukino"

"What's going on?"

"It's nothing."

Yukino spoke softly, her voice deliberately calm.

"It's just that my sister... borrowed my clothes."

"borrow?"

Yang Nai blinked innocently beside him.

Yukino is so kind; she's already making excuses for her sister?

"She really..."

Kiyomi glanced at Haruno's tightly clad shirt, then at Yukino's slender figure.

The shirt's shoulder line was noticeably stretched out, and the chest area was unusually tight.

If they say it's a loan, who would believe them?

"Yano."

Qingmei's tone turned serious.

Why are you wearing Yukino's clothes?

"I just... wanted to give it a try." Yang Nai shrugged.

“Aoyama-kun said I look pretty good in my clothes.”

"Aoyama-kun?" Kiyomi's brows furrowed slightly.

Yukino's fingers clenched tightly at her sides. She told herself that this was her older sister, and she couldn't kill her.

I had promised her before.

"Oh right."

Yang Nai tilted her head, a sly glint in her eyes.

"Mother, you probably don't know yet, but I went to see Aoyama-kun this morning."

"And then?" Kiyomi asked.

"And then..." Haruno deliberately dragged out the word, her gaze sliding from Kiyomi's face to Yukino.

Yukino suddenly raised her head and glared at her fiercely with her icy blue eyes.

"Yin Nai, try saying one more word."

"Yukino, Mother will find out sooner or later anyway."

Yang smiled nonchalantly, turned to look at Qingmei, and spoke in a tone so frank that it left everyone speechless.

"I went to Aoyama-kun for energy guidance... and the effect was excellent."

Kiyomi paused for a second.

Then her gaze fell once again on the tight shirt that Yang Nai was wearing.

"Yano."

Her clear and beautiful voice turned somewhat cold.

"You wear Yukino's clothes to the kitchen and let Aoyama-kun guide you?"

"Mm." Yang Nai nodded, without the slightest hint of guilt on her face.

"You did this on purpose?" Kiyomi's tone turned completely somber.

Yang Nai tilted her head, a hint of sadness on her bright face.

"Yes," Yang Nai admitted frankly.

"Hano!"

Yukino finally couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward, her icy blue eyes almost spitting fire.

"Not only did you wear my clothes, but you also deliberately made Aoyama-kun think it was me? You've gone too far!"

"Oh, Yukino, I was just telling you to rest a little longer."

Yang Nai turned around with a smile.

“You’re so tired every day, it breaks my heart to see you like this.”

"..."

Yukino was so angry that her shoulders were shaking.

She took several deep breaths to suppress the anger that was rising within her.

But her hands were still clenched white at her sides, and her lips were almost pressed into a straight line.

"That expression...it showed absolutely no remorse!"

Kiyomi looked at Yukino's expression and remained silent for two seconds.

She reached out and pressed her hand on Yukino's shoulder, feeling the slight trembling of her skin beneath her palm.

"Yukino, go back to your room and rest."

Qingmei's voice softened a bit.

"Mother will handle this matter."

Yukino looked up at her, a fleeting glint of tears in her icy blue eyes.

She nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the cabin.

Kiyomi didn't turn around until Yukino's figure disappeared behind the wooden house door.

"Yano."

"Mother."

Yono still had that composed smile on her face, but Kiyomi knew her daughter all too well.