As expected, the middle-aged man's warning took only a dozen seconds before another giant wave crashed onto the yacht. Jiang Guangrong's strength was waning. He could no longer hold onto the sea waves. He was directly swept up by a wave, his head hitting the railing, and he fell near the first cabin.

"Glory!" Mountain Eagle and Tian Jue were both stunned.

Jiang Guangrong struggled and touched his head that hit the railing with his right hand, letting out a wail.

Tian Jue watched the giant wave surging towards him. He grinned, let go of the railing between his two arms, and dashed towards Jiang Guangrong. At that moment, the yacht suddenly tilted to the right. Jiang Guangrong rolled across the deck, hitting the nearby railing. Tian Jue, like a drunken man, ran to Jiang Guangrong's side, grabbed the railing with his right hand, and held Jiang Guangrong's right hand with his left hand.

Thanks to Tian Jue's efforts, Jiang Guangrong escaped disaster and was not swept away by the waves.

Tian Jue felt exhausted and said, "Jiang Guangrong, hold on to my hand!"

Jiang Guangrong's mind was blank. Although the waves had just overwhelmed him, he choked himself and didn't know how much water he had drunk.

Jiang Guangrong, with the remaining consciousness, tightly gripped Tian Jue's left hand.

Even though Tian Jue felt very uncomfortable, because the waves were getting smaller and with his own willpower, Tian Jue managed to hold onto Jiang Guangrong's hand and kept encountering small waves.

Mountain Eagle also slowly moved towards Jiang Guangrong along the railing.

At this moment, the giant wave might be making its final push. After a few small waves, an even larger wave was brewing, rushing towards Jiang Guangrong.

At this moment, Jiang Guangrong regained some senses and struggled to open his eyes. What he saw was a wooden plank about half a meter wide from the first cabin. Perhaps it was due to the strong wind. The board had separated from the cabin.

Jiang Guangrong had a bad feeling: "You are not..."

Sure enough, soon the board rushed out of the cabin and with "Wolf in the Wind" charged towards Jiang Guangrong.

"Damn..." Amidst Jiang Guangrong's curses, the plank slashed his arm. Jiang Guangrong couldn't hold on any longer. He let go of Tian Jue's left hand and was directly swept into the sea by the waves. At the same time, Jiang Guangrong was tossed into the sea by the wave. With the last bit of strength, he clung tightly to the plank and took a plunge. Since you want me to die, I will sink into the sea with you.

"Glory, no!" Tian Jue's wails echoed from the ship.

Jiang Guangrong didn't know where the wave had taken him, didn't know how long he had clung to the plank drifting on the sea, didn't know how much water he had drunk. The only thing he knew was that he was still alive, and as soon as he let go of his arms and released the plank, he would immediately drown.

Due to the head injury and body exhaustion, Jiang Guangrong couldn't open his eyes at this time and could only mechanically hug the little sense left in him.

After an unknown duration, Jiang Guangrong suddenly woke up. At this moment, Jiang Guangrong felt his limbs tightly clamped to the plank, in excruciating pain. Even Jiang Guangrong was sure his limbs were swollen.

Jiang Guangrong wriggled his body and turned around.

Miyamoto's face still showed no expression: "Didn't you say I was ugly?"

Jiang Guangrong couldn't help but feel suffocated. Before his deep regrets, he had deliberately angered Miyamoto Keiko at a camp daring to face death. Jiang Guangrong awkwardly laughed: "Haha, Miss Miyamoto, you must have remembered wrong. I always say Miss Miyamoto is one of the few beauties worldwide. She's just a Fairy!"

Miyamoto couldn't help but look at Jiang Guangrong disdainfully: "Immortal descends to the mortal world? Which Fairy has such ugly scars on her face? Anyway, everyone who sees the scar on my face says I'm ugly."

Jiang Guangrong immediately said: "They don't know how to appreciate. Ordinary people, ignorant ones, on this earth, are extremely ridiculous! Who dares say Miss Miyamoto is ugly? I, number one fan of Miss Miyamoto, will definitely go over and beat him up hard!"

Miyamoto Keiko was startled: "I always thought you had thick skin, but I never expected it to be so thick!"

Jiang Guangrong chuckled and didn't say anything.

To Jiang Guangrong's surprise, Miyamoto Shigeru didn't tie him up but turned towards the railing on the deck. Miyamoto quietly stood next to the railing on the deck, looking at the calm sea. His forehead was a bit wrinkled, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Miss Miyamoto, aren't you going to tie me up?" Jiang asked curiously.

Miyamoto Keiko didn't turn her head but replied lightly to Jiang Guangrong: "Is this what you deserve?"

Upon hearing Miyamoto's words, Jiang Guangrong almost choked, awkwardly saying: "Aren't you afraid I'll escape secretly at night?"

Miyamoto Keiko still coldly asked: "Are you confident you can swim back?"

Jiang Guangrong didn't answer. Jiang Guangrong felt if he continued talking with Miyamoto Shigeru, it would be an insult to himself.

Jiang Guangrong stood up and looked around. He was surprised to find that he seemed to be alone on the whole boat with Miyamoto Keiko.

Jiang Guangrong curiously asked: "Huh? Where are your companions?"

"All were swept into the sea by waves. I think they're all dead." When Miyamoto Shigeru spoke, the tone was very flat, as if discussing something that had nothing to do with her.

Jiang Guangrong was stunned. Suddenly, he grew worried about Tian Jue and the group of Mountain Eagles. He asked again: "Where are we now?"

"I don't know!"

"Don't know?"

"Yes! All the equipment on the boat is broken. I don't know where we are. I don't know where we're heading. I don't know how long we've been drifting at sea. I don't know how long the boat can last. I don't know if we can survive. So don't ask me anything because I know nothing!" Miyamoto Keiko couldn't help but feel anxious at Jiang Guangrong's questions, speaking a lot, and the tone was unusual.

"Oh!" Jiang Guangrong nodded, then licked his lips with his tongue, "Miss Miyamoto, is there water on the boat?"

Miyamoto Keiko turned to look at Jiang Guangrong's dry lips and gently replied: "Only seawater!"

"Couldn't we die of thirst here? Uh, I'm not just thirsty, but hungry too. I've been chasing you, only eating a few pieces of bread a day." Upon hearing Miyamoto's despairing answer, Jiang Guangrong collapsed onto the deck.

"This is what you deserve!"

Miyamoto entered the old wooden cabin, pulled out a fishing rod, and sat at the stern of the boat to start fishing.

Of course, Jiang Guangrong didn't think it was because Miyamoto was bored and went fishing. Miyamoto Keiko must have her intention in doing this. Jiang Guangrong quietly sat beside Miyamoto, curiously watching her.

A few minutes later, the line was suddenly tugged violently by something. Miyamoto Keiko began to reel in the line. Soon, a half-meter-long fish appeared on the deck.

Miyamoto placed the fishing rod aside and pulled out a dagger from her waist.

Jiang Guangrong stepped back a few steps, cautiously asking: "What do you want?"

Miyamoto lightly glanced at him: "Aren't you both hungry and thirsty? This is a knife. The fish eyes and spine contain a lot of water. They're all freshwater. The fish can also be sliced. You can eat them as sashimi. Of course, there's no sauce provided for you here."

Jiang Guangrong looked at the fish Miyamoto Keiko had caught. There were several pale red streaks across the whole fish. Jiang Guangrong, with a stiff mouth, said: "This fish isn't poisonous, right?"

Miyamoto continued toying with the dagger in her hand: "I don't know if it's poisonous. I don't know if you'll die eating it. All I know is that if you don't eat, I will cut your throat and eat you!"

Jiang Guangrong shivered, rushed to grab the dagger from Miyamoto Keiko's hand, and gently sliced into the fish's eyes. Then he held up the fish eye, drawing water from the fish's eyes.