Chapter 12: Fighting Unceasingly for the Dignity of Life!

"Haha, it's certain we've captured it, but you can rest assured, it's quite intelligent. It will mosaic all of them for you, others won't see anything!" Wang Dali laughed.

"Oppa, you're not allowed to peek!" Xiumei pouted, looking shy and adorable.

"Don't worry, I won't look!"

Wang Dali turned around, only to hear the sound of clothes being taken off behind him.

At this moment, the messages on the screen started flooding in again.

"Dirty, dirty, dirty, dare to flirt with the nation's first love—"

"Wang Dali, I'll beat you up—"

"Dali, you're such a beast, daring to defile my goddess—"

"The host is such a coward, come on, are you still a man—"

"Beast, no, the host is even worse than a beast—"

"Dali bro really disappoints me, damn it, the goddess's clothes are off, damn camera, all mosaic, my goddess, can't see clearly—"

"No mosaic, damn it, Dali bro hurry up, we want to see clearly, not blurry—"

Wang Dali shook his head wryly, completely ignoring the barrage of messages.

Damn, these guys, excess hormones, all they know is to clamor.

Let them come and try it themselves, maybe they'll all be timid once they fall into the sea, not to mention fighting for survival in desperate situations. Which one of these things isn't something I, as a man, have done?

Dare to say your grandpa isn't a man?

Is being a man just about self-proclamation? Is being a man about behaving worse than a beast?

Wang Dali was too tired to comment anymore, having experienced several life and death situations, he was exhausted like a dead dog, reaching his limit like any other person would.

"Xiumei, eat a little more, make sure you're full, then have a good sleep without thinking too much, got it?" Wang Dali said softly.

"Got it, thank you, Oppa!" Xiumei nodded, her face full of gratitude.

Wang Dali fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Inside the cave, only the crackling of the firewood burning could be heard.

The barrage on the live screen not only didn't stop, but it became even more intense. Many viewers treated the live platform as a chat window.

The God system was really amazing, the live platform even had a chat window similar to online games, where viewers could chat and express themselves with emojis.

After a while, Xiumei finished eating and her clothes were dried by the fire.

Putting on her clothes, Xiumei and Wang Dali felt a bit warmer, and their energy was replenished.

Xiumei lay by the fire, worried, "Oppa, will those natives find us?"

"Don't worry, I checked, this cave is very remote, and it's this native's house, no one else will come in!" Wang Dali reassured her.

"Sleep, don't think too much!" Wang Dali patted Xiumei's head.

"Thank you, Oppa!"

Xiumei closed her eyes to sleep, perhaps too tired, as she relaxed, she fell asleep, making faint little snoring sounds.

Wang Dali noticed that the native old lady had woken up again, so he hurried over and knocked her out again, poor native, fainted once more.

"6666, the host is really ruthless—"

"I can't bear to watch anymore, even the old lady isn't spared—"

"Dali, hurry up and kill her—"

"In adversity, one must be ruthless in survival, can't afford to be kind-hearted!"

Wang Dali shook his head, facing the orb, he sighed and livestreamed softly, "Everyone, keep your voices down, I believe everyone has seen how the two of us lucky survivors have struggled through this night of survival. It's really not easy tonight, for us, it's been a long night!"

Wang Dali sighed, unable to hide his fatigue anymore.

The super camera miraculously gave Wang Dali a close-up of his face, capturing the moment of deepest emotion.

In front of the live video, all viewers suddenly felt deeply moved, seeming to empathize with Wang Dali's emotions.

Indeed, this live broadcast, not only for Wang Dali and Pei Xiumei, but also for everyone who heard about the shipwreck tragedy, was destined to be a long and sleepless night.

Perhaps sensing Wang Dali's emotions, this emotion, in an instant, infected all the viewers watching the live stream.

Countless netizens sent messages, supporting and encouraging Wang Dali.

"Host, you've been through so much, and Xiumei too—"

"Host, you have to keep going, be strong, don't lose heart, Xiumei is still waiting for you to save her—"

"Host, we've been by your side supporting you all along, you have to hold on!"

"Wang Dali, you're a real man, I respect you!"

"Dali, no need to say anything else, I'll give you three big swords, always supporting you!"

"+1"

The barrage instantly filled the screen, many people had to hide the message rotation to see the picture clearly.

Wang Dali was instantly moved to the brink of tears!

Warm and itchy in his heart, tears swirling in his eyes.

Damn it, who said a real man doesn't shed tears except when deeply hurt? I, Wang Dali, say, if you're a real man, don't be hypocritical, if you want to cry, just cry.

Wang Dali really felt like he was going to burst into tears, far from being hypocritical.

The more desperate the situation, the more such encouragement was deeply felt. He really needed spiritual support, even if it was just a greeting, a word of support, or a joke.

Wang Dali could draw strength from them, this strength was belief, it was courage, enabling him to continuously encourage himself to survive and strive in adversity!

Perhaps only in adversity, does the life that struggles unceasingly shine brightly!

Wang Dali felt different now, before, he was just a loser, unknown, mediocre, like a rough stone, dull and gray, living a mundane life without any brilliance.

But now, in his life, there was also boundless belief and will, and equally unparalleled brilliance!

I, Wang Dali, am not worthless, not mediocre.

I'm saving others with my life!

When did, in this insignificant life, he unknowingly acquired firm beliefs and pursuits, yes, he was fighting unceasingly for the dignity of life!


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