"Huhuhu——!"
The strong wind was like a whip with barbs, hitting Xiao Yi's face hard, causing pain.
"I'm going to kill you! Why can't this broken umbrella bag be opened?!"
Xiao Yi hurriedly pulled on the parachute rope at an altitude of several thousand meters, mentally greeting all the eighteen generations of the program team's ancestors. As a has-been adventure anchor, he risked his life for this five million US dollar bonus. But is the crew of "Global Deserted Island Survival" serious? Give me a bad umbrella at the start?
Finally, with a muffled "bang" sound, the backup umbrella opened. The huge pulling force almost caused Xiao Yi to spit out his breakfast.
Before he could take a breath, the green and black swamp below crashed into his field of vision at the fastest speed in his life.
"Plop!"
There was a loud noise and mud splashed everywhere.
