Game Invasion: The male and female protagonists are in love, but I am secretly stealing their homes

So we are always busy. Whenever the tide goes out, we need to start preparing food, repairing and reinforcing or even rebuilding our boat. When the tide comes, we will jump on the boat that we have prepared for 200 days and start 200 days of life at sea.

We usually build boats as a family unit, but those Lu Lin people who have grown up but have not yet started a family will be forced to build a single boat. This is a sign of growing up.

But building boats is one thing, and when the tide comes we will try our best to gather the boats together, just like the schools of fish that emerge from the ground. We migrate in groups, gathering together to survive the tide and wait for it to recede.

Life at sea is not boring. We will sit on the deck to fish, paint, blow the conch, dance to the sound of the conch, record the stories we have just made, and then wait for the storm to come. This is the test we need to accept.

These 200 days of ocean life are indeed not boring, because every ten days or so the world seems to tilt, followed by storms and huge waves.

This often makes me feel that our world is not a fish, but a shell with a bad temper?

Whenever the shell breathes clappingly, we suffer.

We need to find a way to weather the storm. The worst-case scenario is that the ship is torn to pieces by the storm and we have to abandon it.

The Lu Lin tribe who lost their ship can only find ways to seek rescue. The tentacles on our foreheads can help us search for fellow tribesmen nearby.

It's hard for me to explain how this works, but just like our eyes can see the world and our ears can hear sounds, the various shapes of tentacles or feelers on our foreheads can help us detect and sense nearby fellow species.

And on the sea, the Lu Lin tribe will not reject any of their fellow tribesmen who have lost their ships, even if we were enemies before.

So if we lost our boat and fell into the sea during high tide, the only problem we had to worry about was being washed too far by the waves, which meant we had to keep swimming until the tentacles suddenly lit up, reminding me that there were other land scales nearby.

Such things are actually not uncommon. Every member of the Lu Lin tribe has experienced their ship being torn to pieces by a storm. Over time, every member of the Lu Lin tribe has learned to persevere.

Hold on until the storm subsides, hold on until the tentacles shine, hold on until the tide recedes, and then you will have 200 days of rest.

Perhaps this is what "Tide" wants to teach us?

I wrote down these forcedly distilled and summarized little truths into the fairy tale book I compiled. The 200 days on land were enough for me to copy out thousands of copies, and then sell them all before the tide came - this was the time when the Lu Lin people were most generous.

Children will like to read it, and even adults will nod their heads repeatedly when they see these truths and take out their seashells to buy a copy.

But few people would discuss the whining in the book with me.

Perhaps they felt these principles were too obvious? Or perhaps there was simply nothing to discuss; a theory agreed upon by the vast majority of the Lu Lin Clan seemed unnecessary to debate.

Few people discuss this with me, but it does happen.

It is a very small child with black curly hair unique to the Land Scale Tribe. The tentacles on its head are very cute. They are off-season mushrooms that only start to grow slowly when the tide goes out.

It grows very slowly, so slowly that it will not fully grow until a few days before the tide comes, and then it will be submerged by sea water soon.

A plant that is out of tune with the whole world, as if it only lives for a few days in the whole year.

Holding the scroll of fish skin filled with stories, he said to me, "The moral of 'Tide' isn't about persistence. When the tide comes, we go with the flow; when the tide recedes, we rest and recuperate. This is what 'Tide' wants to teach us."

I sat down and talked to him for a long time, and I have to admit that what he said may have made some sense.

It was not until much later that he became a very powerful figure.

We all admire him very much. He is number one on the Tide's rank list and controls the strongest legion in Tide.

But why, why, when a storm powerful enough to overturn the entire "Tide" arrived, when all of us in the Lu Lin tribe were working hard to withstand the storm, did the young man who represented the strongest fighting force of the "Tide" at that time make such a choice...

Not only did he not fight, he threw down his weapons in front of everyone. Not only did he give up himself, he also ordered his legion to give up.

We all hate him.

As much as we admired and respected him before, we hated him the moment he surrendered before the war.

This is a shame for "Tide" and a shame for the Lu Lin tribe.

"Tide" shouldn't have ended like this.

--"tidal"

……

Under Queque's contemptuous gaze, the players who were eavesdropping in the corridor quickly dispersed, but there were still a few who were reluctant to leave.

Fu Qingfeng looked anxiously at Fu Qingmoji, who lowered his head. She hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Are you still thinking about the Tide Pier we passed by earlier? If you want to ask about the Sigh of Tide, perhaps I could help you talk to Zaijiu Wuren? Ask her to help contact Zaijiu Xunge."

"What do you want to ask?" Fu Qing Moji looked at his feet without saying anything. He moved his toes and wondered if he should buy a new anklet.

"Ask 'Chao Xi' if he hates you?" Fu Qingfeng asked hastily.

"I saved 70% of the Lu Lin tribe. What right does Tide have to hate me?" Fu Qing Moji replied coldly, "Even if he hates me, it doesn't matter. All the Lu Lin tribe hates me. One more Tide won't make any difference."

"Have you ever regretted it?" Crab, who had been eavesdropping, couldn't help but interrupt. This was the good thing about playing the game for a long time; you knew a little bit about the gossips in each world. It asked, "Actually, if you persist in fighting for a while, let your fellow tribesmen experience that kind of despair for themselves. Then, if you surrender, they won't hate you anymore."

Fu Qing Moji said mercilessly: "It sounds hypocritical. If more of your own people die, you can gain a good reputation."

Crab stared at Fu Qing Feng Ji with his mouth wide open. He exclaimed in shock, "Is he using me as a stepping stone? As if I'm some evil leader and he's the unrivaled saint! If I remember correctly, Tide holds the record for the fastest surrender!"

Fuqing Moji ignored the jumping crabs carrying wine and left barefoot, jumping a little every few steps and making his anklets jingle.

He didn't have to ask the Tide's sigh if it hated him; he knew the answer.

Before "Tide" broke, all his fellow tribesmen were shouting and cursing him with the most vicious words, but only "Tide" said to him: Well done.