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

"What about you?"

Qingshan turned around and glanced at her: "I'll sleep by the door."

Why?

"It's convenient for keeping watch at night, and if anything tries to sneak over, it's safer for me to stand at the door."

Kasumigaoka Utaha opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end only said, "Such a responsible person, as expected of Aoyama-kun~"

Aoyama didn't reply and turned back to continue building the roof.

He first erected several thicker main beams at the top, then laid the branches horizontally one by one on top and tied them securely with vines.

After the top framework was completed, he began to lay down layers of large leaves and bark, like fish scales, to ensure that rainwater would not seep in.

"My cooking skills are pretty good."

His movements were quick, almost without pause, but each step was performed with great care.

The sea breeze blew in from the bay, brushing the stray hairs from his forehead back.

Izumi Sagiri stood not far away, looking up at him, her long, silvery-white hair being tossed by the wind.

She raised her hand to press down on the ends of her hair, her light blue pupils reflecting the silhouettes of the blue sky and green mountains.

"Brother Qingshan, are you tired?"

She tilted her head back and asked him, her voice sounding somewhat ethereal in the sea breeze.

Chapter 67: Let's name the boy Qingshan Yu and the girl Qingshan Shi. [Image]

Aoyama glanced down at Izumi Sagiri from the rooftop.

"Not tired."

"This is nothing."

He chuckled and reached out to press down a fallen leaf.

Shawu curled the corners of her mouth and lowered her head to continue organizing the supplies in her hands.

After a while, the roof was mostly finished.

Aoyama jumped down, took a few steps back, and then stepped back to examine the overall effect before nodding in satisfaction.

"The frame is stable, and the roof is almost finished."

He brushed the splinters and splinters off his hands and turned to face them.

"Let's stop here for today, we can finish the rest tomorrow."

"It's getting dark, let's eat something and rest for a bit."

He walked to the pile of supplies, picked up the hedgehog meat he hadn't finished eating yesterday, and started roasting it over a campfire.

Kasumigaoka Utaha came over and glanced at it: "Didn't you finish eating yesterday?"

While grilling meat, Aoyama said, "I think so."

Sagure crouched down and carefully took a deep breath.

"It smells so good..."

The sea breeze blew in from the bay, brushing against everyone's face and hair.

The sun had begun to slant westward, and the light changed from bright white to warm orange, dyeing the entire beach with a honey-like color.

The Feathered Tyrannosaurus Rex ran back from afar, soaking wet, shaking off the water droplets like a drowned rat.

Shawu laughed and dodged away, covering her face with her hand.

"Don't shake me!"

"Roar?"

The Feathered Tyrannosaurus tilted its head and shook it twice.

The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat, the scent of the sea breeze, and the fragrance of plants.

Snow Mother tidied up the remaining empty cans and found a flat rock by the campfire to sit down.

Her legs were together and turned to one side, her posture upright and elegant.

"so good."

Watching Qingshan intently grilling, she murmured something.

The voice was very soft, as if it were being spoken to oneself.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat down next to her, also holding a piece of cooked grilled meat, and turned her head to look at her when she heard this.

"What is Madam saying?"

Snow Mother smiled slightly: "I said, this bay is really nice."

Following her gaze, Kasumigaoka Utaha saw Aoyama.

His red pupils flickered slightly in the warm orange light.

She lowered her head and ate the grilled meat, her voice carrying a lazy and contented tone.

"Yes, it is indeed very good."

Yukino sat down on the other side of her, taking small, proper bites of the grilled meat.

Her gaze fell on the beach, bathed in the warm colors of the setting sun.

Sagiri leaned against the big dog, gazing at the distant sea, which was dyed orange-red by the setting sun.

She murmured absentmindedly, "So beautiful..."

A sea breeze blew by, carrying a hint of coolness, and ruffled the ends of her silver-white hair.

Far away.

At the horizon where the sea meets the sky, the sun is slowly sinking into the sea, its orange-red rays spreading across most of the sky, enveloping the entire bay in a gentle and tranquil atmosphere.

"Whoosh—!"

The sea surface shimmered and sparkled, like a sea of ​​scattered gold.

Aoyama, who had been acting as the barbecue staff, looked up at the women with their various expressions and asked:

"Huh? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"What would you like to hear, Aoyama-kun?"

"Listen to you sing."

"That kind of song?"

“…”

...

Under the cover of night, the bright moon hangs high in the sky.

Yukimura and Yukino were sitting there talking, facing the evening breeze.

Sagiri had fallen asleep against the feathered Tyrannosaurus's furry body, its breathing even and long.

After searching the area, Qingshan returned carrying a machete and casually remarked something.

"The wind isn't strong tonight, so it shouldn't rain."

Snow Mother looked up at him, her eyes softening: "Lord Aoyama, you should rest too, you've been busy all day."

Aoyama sat down opposite her and took the glass of water that Yukimu handed him.

"I'm not tired."

"You said the same thing at noon." Xue's mother's tone carried a hint of helplessness, but more so, concern.

Aoyama smiled but didn't reply, instead taking a sip of water.

He didn't feel tired at all; he just had inexhaustible energy.

A night breeze blew in from the bay, carrying the coolness of the sea.

The deep blue sky was covered with countless stars.

A full moon rose above the horizon, illuminating the entire Crescent Bay.

The silvery moonlight spilled onto the sea, swaying gently with the waves like flowing mercury.

After finishing his water, Qingshan placed the cup at his feet.

He looked up at the sea illuminated by the moonlight, his gaze lingering there quietly for a moment.

"Where is Shiyu?"

Snow Mother gestured with her chin in one direction: "She said she wanted to go over there and see the sea."

Aoyama glanced in the direction she indicated, then stood up: "I'll go find her."

Snow Mother watched his retreating figure disappear into the shadows beyond the reach of the campfire.

She stirred some firewood in the fire and muttered to herself:

"If he wants it..."

Green hills stretched across the beach, and the moonlight cast a long shadow over him.

When he walked to the beach near the waterline at the edge of the bay, he saw Kasumigaoka Utaha.

She was standing there, facing the sea, her hands in the pockets of her light coat.

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't turn around, but her voice carried on the night breeze, carrying a lazy and leisurely quality.

"Aoyama-kun, how did you know I was here?"

"I was worried something might have happened to you, so I came to check on you."

Qingshan approached her, speaking without batting an eye.

He followed her gaze and looked out at the sea.

The moon cast a winding silver path of light across the sea, stretching from the horizon all the way to the shore.

Aoyama asked, "Can't sleep?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned her head slightly, the moonlight falling on her profile and making her skin glow.

"I'll go to sleep right after I eat, because I'm afraid of gaining weight."

"Besides, wouldn't it be a waste not to look at such a beautiful moon?"

She paused, her red eyes glistening with a soft mist.

Aoyama hummed in agreement and sat down on the beach next to her.

He patted the sand beside him, looked up at her, and said, "Aren't you tired of standing? Sit down and watch."

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced down at him, a smile curving her lips: "Hmm~ Aoyama-kun is quite good at taking care of people."

As she spoke, she sat down on the sand next to him.

He braced his hands on the sand behind him and tilted his head slightly back to look at the sky.

"Whoosh—!"

A sea breeze blew from the front, lifting a few strands of her long black hair, which swayed gently in the moonlight.

The air was filled with the scent of the sea, making everything seem quiet and gentle.

The waves surged up one after another in the distance, then receded.

It emits a regular and slow sound, like some kind of ancient and gentle breathing.

After a while, Kasumigaoka Utaha spoke first.

"Aoyama-kun."

"Ok?"

"Tell me, what's on the other side of the sea?"

Aoyama paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and said, "There might be locals from this world."