My Lady, To Defeat Scumbags You Must Start Early - Chapter 139 - 139: 135: Survival on a Deserted Island (3) The Patient Luo Xiaolang (3 more)
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Chapter 139 – 139: 135: Survival on a Deserted Island (3) The Patient Luo Xiaolang (3 more)
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A piece of charred and tender snake meat was placed in front of Song Zhizhi.
Thinking of the python from before, Song Zhizhi was reluctant in her heart.
However, the aroma was too tempting for her natural instincts.
Song Zhizhi took a bite.
The taste was surprisingly good.
The snake meat was much tastier than she had imagined. She thought it might be tough, or possibly gamey. She even expected it to have strange flavors, but to her surprise, apart from the meat being delicate and exceptionally delicious, it was also incredibly savory. She felt that she had never eaten anything so delicious in her entire life.
She ate heartily.
While she was eating, she said, “Xiaolang, it’s truly a waste if you don’t eat. Why don’t you give up your monastic life.”
“No,” Luo Xiaolang declined immediately.
Song Zhizhi didn’t urge her any further, saying with some confusion, “I didn’t see you add any salt, why does it taste salty?”
“Perhaps because we are close to the sea and the snake drank seawater.”
“…Can that really happen?”
Regardless, as long as it was delicious.
Song Zhizhi ate several pieces of meat.
Luo Xiaolang just ate some wild fruits from nearby.
After eating to her fill, Song Zhizhi was tremendously satisfied.
She lay on the dry leaves, wanting to take a good rest.
After enduring a day and two nights of struggle, she had finally survived.
She had made it.
Song Zhizhi’s eyes grew tighter and tighter.
“Take off your clothes, and I’ll help you dry them,” Luo Xiaolang reminded her.
Song Zhizhi nodded.
She took off her wet clothes one by one.
Although she was completely exposed here, but… after all, aside from Luo Xiaolang, there was no one else around.
She stripped naked.
She turned her head to see Luo Xiaolang still wearing clothes. “Why aren’t you undressed?” She felt like she was overly unrestrained.
“I’ll dry yours first,” Luo Xiaolang said bluntly.
Her heart inexplicably warmed.
Was Luo Xiaolang like this to everyone?
She just watched her, watched her seriously drying her clothes.
Because it was spring and summer, she wasn’t wearing much, so it didn’t take long for her clothes to dry.
Luo Xiaolang handed the dry clothes to Song Zhizhi.
Song Zhizhi slowly put on each piece.
After dressing, only then did Song Zhizhi notice Luo Xiaolang removing her own clothes.
The moment she took them off, Song Zhizhi was astonished.
There was an enormous, frightful bruise on her abdomen, almost covering her entire stomach. It looked horrifying. What was even more terrifying was a gunshot wound on Luo Xiaolang’s thigh, the bullet still visible under the blood.
She knew the bruise on her stomach was from being kicked by a man underwater, but what about the gunshot wound?
From start to finish, she hadn’t made a single sound of discomfort.
As they had struggled together from the sea to here, she had assumed that Luo Xiaolang was simply weak like she was. She never imagined that it was because of a wound in her left leg.
“Xiaolang.” Song Zhizhi stared directly at her thigh.
Luo Xiaolang didn’t seem to care. She placed her clothes on the roasting rack, then wiped her combat knife with some kind of grass, heated it over the fire, bent her head down, and directed it towards her thigh…
Song Zhizhi couldn’t bear to watch.
She closed her eyes tightly.
Her eyes were so red that she couldn’t control them.
Yet, Luo Xiaolang didn’t even groan.
Even when Song Zhizhi opened her eyes again, Luo Xiaolang had turned so pale from the pain that her lips were white. Still, she endured, tore a piece of her clothes, applied some herbal medicine that Song Zhizhi probably didn’t recognize, and bandaged herself up.
After finishing everything, Luo Xiaolang heavily lay down on the dry leaves, seeming to be adjusting herself as well.
It couldn’t be painless.
She was just better at enduring than most people..