Upon waking up, Lin Yue stretched lazily.
Doomsday calendar, day twenty-two.
Unknowingly, he had successfully survived for such a long time in this disaster-prone Otherworld.
The sound of Bai and the Little Ice Lizards snoring was still ringing in his ears, they seemed to be sleeping sweetly.
The Ice Lizards seemed to be combat-crazed creatures that could eat and sleep and were extremely active.
They had almost no resistance in front of delicious food and knew well how to use sleep to recover their expended energy.
Even when trapped in this Shelter, they were constantly active to expend their excess energy.
But when it came to anything related to combat, they could transform that excess energy into formidable combat prowess and become stronger.
"What a treasure, who would have thought these little things could learn harvesting in no time?"
Last night, Lin Yue only demonstrated once, and the Little Ice Lizards understood how to harvest the vegetables.