"Vermilion Bird?" Tang Nazhi carried a fish that had just been caught from the ocean and swayed in front of Vermilion Bird. He reached out and poked the dumbstruck Vermilion Bird.
Life on the island was very hard. Other than staring blankly, training, sleeping, and eating every day, there was nothing else to do. Tang Nazhi was almost bored to death on such a remote island. The Dragon God, who was just as restless as him, was also on the verge of collapse all day long. These two living treasures could only find themselves some fun. As a result, the schools of fish near the island became their recreational targets.
These two idiots, who were bored to the extent of growing mushrooms, would go fishing on the island together every day. At first, the others were filled with joy that there were roasted fish to eat, but after eating roasted fish for several months, they had reached the point where they felt nauseous when they saw fish.
