Looking at the grass not far away, Chu Ge fell silent.
He had always been curious if a Survivor could turn into a plant.
Now, his curiosity had become reality.
He looked at the grass drifting with the waves and couldn't help but mourn for it silently.
"Bro, why are you not talking?"
The grass continued to ask, its tone somewhat anxious.
Chu Ge replied, "Do you have something you need?"
"Bro, we're both in a pitiful state; we need to help each other out or we're both going to die."
"I'm better off than you, right?"
"Not by much. Are there smaller fish than you? Maybe, but you haven't encountered them."
"At least I can fight back, can you?"
"As long as I don't talk, who would bother with a piece of grass?"
"But now you've spoken."
"That's why I'm confiding in you."
Chu Ge and the grass began to interact.
Working with a piece of grass was not something Chu Ge was in the mood for.
In the Survival Competition, forming alliances was a common occurrence.
