SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

Fang Shi looked at his trench coat, which was now only half burned, and sighed helplessly: "Alright, everyone go back now. We have to leave the island for the assessment later."

Xiao Li and the little monk could only swallow their anger.

They dared not disobey Fang Laogou's words.

Afterwards, Fang Shi, like a patient father, talked to Jiang Shuwan for nearly an hour.

Finally, he asked gently, "Xiao Wan, have you memorized everything?"

Jiang Shuwan looked up at him, her tone tinged with grievance: "Old dog Fang, I don't think I did anything wrong."

Fang Shi's lips twitched. For a moment, he had the urge to strangle her, but in the end, he sighed.

"Old Fang, yesterday Xiao Lizi said that eating a lollipop makes you a happy child. Is that true?" Jiang Shuwan's tone suddenly became serious.

Fang Shi was stunned for a moment, then reached out and patted her little head: "It's true, on this island, you are the happiest child."

Jiang Shuwan's eyes lit up, and she pressed, "You're not lying to me?"

"No," Fang Shi replied patiently, his tone gentle.

After a while.

Jiang Shuwan exerted force with her fingertips, and the short knife flashed with a cold light.

The blade made a soft "sizzling" sound as it sliced ​​through the gray bed sheet.

She cut the bed sheet into several pieces, but her fingertips suddenly stopped, and her brows furrowed slightly, as if she was struggling with how to turn the fabric into clothes.

She bit her lower lip, her gaze as focused as if she were carving a rare treasure, and even her breathing became lighter.

After a long time

She carried two "artworks" sewn from bed sheets to Xiao Li and the little monk.

With a reluctant look on her small face, she still handed over the clothes made from the bed sheet: "Take it, I'll compensate you for the burned clothes."

Both of them raised their eyebrows simultaneously.

Xiao Li took it first, and the moment he unfolded the fabric, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot: "Little girl, you burned my underwear, what are you going to compensate me for?"

"Tell me, can something that can only be put through one leg be called underwear?"

The young monk took his share, examining the fabric closely with his fingertips, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper: "You burned my robe, but what do you mean by paying for a hood instead?"

A flash of anger crossed Jiang Shuwan's eyes: "This is all I have. If you don't want it, give it back!"

She was about to snatch the fabric back when she said that.

Xiao Li quickly hid his clothes behind his back and waved his hand, saying, "Hey, hey!"

"What's lost can't be taken back."

"Forget it, forget it, I'm not going to argue with you, you brat."

The young monk tried to put the hood on, but the large fabric covered half his face. He helplessly put his hands together and sighed, "Oh well, I'll modify it myself and make it barely usable."

"snort!"

Jiang Shuwan snorted coldly, then suddenly looked up, her tone still firm: "I need to eat that lollipop that makes you happy every day!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her small body rushed back to the room like a gust of wind.

She looked at her dirty bed and finally sat down on the floor, her little mouth slightly pouting, looking very aggrieved.

Because she had already turned the only bed sheet into two pieces of clothing.

……

evening.

The giant cruise ship slowly docked, marking the end of the assessment.

Jiang Shuwan's small body was covered in blood, but she walked off the boat with her back straight.

The survivors on the island were slaughtering wild beasts on the outskirts.

This was their only source of food, so she joined them, wielding a dagger.

What she didn't know was...

In the drafty, luxurious room in the center of the walled compound.

Someone had already roasted the wild animal meat and quietly delivered it to her room.

After disembarking, she devoured the meat of a freshly slaughtered wild animal.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth after he had eaten his fill, then gripped the dagger tightly and walked toward the center of the island.

I don't know how long it took.

She pushed open the rickety door, but stopped abruptly the moment she lifted the curtain.

A whiff of roasted meat wafted over, and on the filthy bed lay brand-new bedding stained with blood.

There was also a lollipop wrapped in colorful packaging in the middle.

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she rushed over to tear open the packaging.

The moment the lollipop went into my mouth, a satisfied sigh escaped my lips:

"Today's happiness... is so sweet!"

In another room.

Xiao Li stared at the blood-soaked bandage on the little monk's arm, a smirk playing on his lips, his tone laced with a hint of mockery:

"So... you came back to the ship carrying only a blanket?"

The young monk, who was adjusting his bandages, merely raised his eyes slightly upon hearing this, his tone as calm as if he were talking about something insignificant: "Just something I did."

He paused, then added, "Didn't you also fight with people from other islands over a few lollipops?"

Xiao Li touched his nose and gave a nonchalant smile: "That was just something I did on the spur of the moment."

"Did you prepare the barbecue too?"

"no."

The young monk shook his head, his eyes sweeping towards the direction of the next room: "It was prepared by Fang Laogou. I just saw him coming out of that little girl's room when I came back."

Since Jiang Shuwan moved into this luxurious but drafty house.

The once desolate space gradually became lively.

Aside from the death assessments that occur every few days.

Their lives are like those of a family that loves and hates each other.

Xiao Li's cynicism, the little monk's indifference, Fang Shi's stubbornness and soft heart, and Jiang Shuwan's unruly and domineering nature added a touch of warmth to this cold room.

Jiang Shuwan, without even realizing it, became the darling of this "family".

Five years passed in the blink of an eye during these chaotic days.

Jiang Shuwan's petite frame had grown considerably taller, and her once delicate features had become even more refined. The coldness in her eyes remained, but she had gained a touch of girlish liveliness.

In a few years, she will surely be a beauty that could topple kingdoms.

That morning.

The tranquility of the room was shattered by a crisp yet fierce female voice: "You little bald monk! Get over here and give me a back massage!"

Jiang Shuwan was dressed in a brand-new black outfit, her long black hair loosely tied into a ponytail, and the long sword hanging at her waist swayed slightly with her steps.

She walked up to Xiao Li and the little monk, drew her long sword with a "whoosh," and plunged it into Fang Shi's bed board with a "thud," the tip of the sword causing wood chips to fly everywhere.

She turned to stare at Xiao Li, her eyes filled with accusation: "Little Chestnut, why didn't I see the lollipop last night?"

Xiao Li raised an eyebrow, and the oppressive aura of a fifth-tier awakened being instantly enveloped him. His tone carried a hint of helplessness: "Crazy girl, do you know how old you are?"

"What kind of behavior is this, constantly referring to yourself as 'old lady'?"

"With your personality, who would dare to marry you in the future?"

"Pooh!"

Jiang Shuwan spat, her eyes full of disdain, "Only incompetent people would choose to get married."

"I will never be swayed by a man in this lifetime, let alone do something as incredible as having a child!"

The words had barely left his lips when a deep, resonant voice boomed from behind: "You crazy girl, forget about getting married or having kids for now!"

Fang Shi walked over with a dark expression, pointing to the bed board with a hole in it, veins throbbing on his forehead:

"Go outside and go crazy if you want to!"

What does it mean to stab my bed with a knife?