"You can borrow if you want, but not for free."
Before Sang Ning could say anything, Mu Taoluo, Tianya, and Mo Nainai spoke in unison.
Phylloa, "!!!"
audience,"!!!"
At this moment, they seemed to understand what their ancestors meant by the phrase "this guy is a skinflint."
Big Peach and his gang truly exemplified the ruthless and exploitative nature of Zhou Bapi.
"After all, Femonloa is a great beauty. Based on the law of same-sex repulsion and opposite-sex attraction, I can understand Sang Ning and Mo Nainai's rejection. But why did Da Ya Zi and Da Tao Zi also reject them, and so decisively without the slightest hesitation?"
"Why? No need to ask, these two are definitely straight men. Look at their eyes, they don't look at beautiful women, but at enemies and competitors. Be very wary."
"Our ancestors used to say that women are femme fatales. Maybe Femonloa is a femme fatale. I think they did a good job. They were competitors to begin with. Why would someone lend out the Fire White they worked so hard to raise for no reason? They're not teammates. This is the normal attitude."
Femonloa wasn't annoyed by Mu Tao's request. She stood at a distance from Sang Ning and the others and continued to negotiate, "I won't lend it for nothing. I can pay you, or I can help you with some work."
Then she asked softly, "Is it okay?"
The group exchanged glances, and Sang Ning asked, "If I may ask, what are your survival supplies?"
Upon hearing this question, Femonloa's entire face turned green—a real, fluorescent green, and the fluorescent light was actually alive.
Philoia is not human, but the Morta intelligent race. Humans migrated from the Milky Way, but the Morta intelligent race is the true original race in this star system, which is very, very far away from the Milky Way.
This is a race whose skin changes color like a chameleon when their emotions fluctuate too much.
Green represents the extremely bad mood of the Mota people, a state of being very angry, furious, yet helpless and powerless.
As soon as the color "Fimonloa" appeared, Sang Ning and his team immediately understood that it meant their equipment and supplies were extremely poor.
Sure enough, the moment the thought crossed their minds, they heard Philoya say, puffing out her cheeks and looking aggrieved, "A bag of starch."
"starch?"
Sang Ning stared in shock. What was wrong with this production team? First, it was her cold weapon, then Eli was a biohazardous packet of cooking seasonings, and now it was Fimonloa's starch. The production team was really something else.
She has quite the imagination; she's certain that these bizarre survival gear isn't limited to just them, and there are definitely other unlucky contestants who have obtained even more outrageous and terrible survival gear than they have.
"Yes, starch."
Fimonloa pulled a packet of starch from her pocket and asked Sang Ning, "Can I trade you this starch for a spark?"
That's fantastic!
Forget about tinder, this bag of starch could be used to start a fire.
that is--
"Are you sure you want to change? This is your only survival gear. If you change it, you'll have nothing left."
"Change."
Phimonroya said decisively. Holding the starch, she walked towards the three of them and said helplessly, "I know starch is used for cooking, but I don't have a fire or any other ingredients. It's useless to me. You can have it if you need it."
"that is···"
"You have something else?"
"As expected, their previous decisiveness was all a lie; they were waiting for us here."
"Tell me, what do you want? If it's not too outrageous, we'll agree. You can even join us, just please Sang Ning. She controls the fire and our stomachs, she's the real boss."
Bu Mutao interrupted Fei Mengluoya, and Luo Tianya and Mo Nainai immediately chimed in like a comedian, their conversation flowing smoothly from one sentence to the other.
Sang Ning was speechless at their antics, while the audience burst into laughter. The live stream was filled with comments criticizing Da Taozi and his group.
Fimmonloa also felt it was a rather complicated situation. She felt awkward saying that she couldn't make the final decision, and her tendency to embarrass others came out again.
To avoid saying anything inappropriate, Fimonloa decisively looked at Sang Ning and asked, "Ning, can I join you?"
Sang Ning, "You were only thinking about changing the source of the flame before."
I never intended to join them.
"They invited me."
Pointing at Mu Tao and the others, Femonloa looked completely innocent. The three of them were speechless.
"We didn't, we're not, don't talk nonsense."
The three denied it three times in a row, but Philoya didn't want to pay attention to them; she was busy promoting herself to Sangning.
Sang Ning was initially unmoved, until Fimonloa mentioned her innate skill of reading the weather, and Sang Ning was intrigued.
"Are you sure you're right?"
"I wouldn't say it's 100% accurate, but the accuracy rate is as high as 98%."
When talking about her innate skills, Fimonloa appeared extremely confident, her fair skin turning into a cherry blossom pink, a fluorescent pink that looked quite beautiful.
Her eyes were also watery, almost like stars in the sky.
Welcome to the company.
Sang Ning decisively reached out his hand to her. A living weather forecaster with such a high accuracy rate—we can talk about the future later; right now, we should definitely team up.
The skill of predicting the weather is not very useful in bustling cities, but it is different on this desolate planet without intelligent civilization.
With Phimonoa, they can now go out depending on the weather.
It's great that you can know when the weather will change and whether it will rain.
"···"
Fimmonloa paused for a moment, then quickly reached out and shook Sang Ning's hand. "Thank you. I'm very strong. You can ask me to do any work you need in the future."
"It's as if we're not very strong."
Mu Tao couldn't help but retort, but Fei Mengluoya smiled good-naturedly, handed the starch to Sang Ning, and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Let's pick up some seafood."
Mo Nai Nai, in a very familiar manner, took her arm and said as they walked towards the beach, "Ning Ning is making us a seafood feast today. Let's pick more, otherwise it won't be enough."
"OK."
With her long legs, long arms, and tall stature, Fimonloa was an agile person. During this time, she had been living on a plain some distance from the ocean, surviving by collecting dew and eating wild fruits and plants.
They diligently dig up grass roots with small sticks every day, but they still can't get enough to eat. They're craving meat like crazy.
Upon learning that seafood such as crabs, shellfish, and snails were edible, she immediately swallowed hard and worked even harder to collect them, running to the rocky area to see if there was anything good.
Then, she discovered a nest of sea cucumbers.
This thing doesn't look very good. At least in the eyes of the appearance-obsessed Fimonloya, sea cucumbers are incredibly ugly creatures. She originally didn't want to pick them up, but the viewers in her live stream kept urging her to do so, even giving her tips.
In consideration of the tip, Fimonloa picked up a sea cucumber.
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