Watching Mu Jincheng's pale, panicked face, Shen Yan said softly, "Don't be scared, it's just a slightly larger mudfish."
To prove it was indeed a mudfish, Shen Yan climbed ashore, picked up the wriggling creature, and held it in front of Mu Jincheng. It wriggled just enough to slap Mu Jincheng across the face.
His already pale face turned even whiter.
The fishy smell invaded his nostrils, making him want to vomit.
Mu Jincheng clenched his teeth and pressed his pale lips tightly together, barely holding back.
His hands, clenching the ground, were so tight that veins bulged visibly.
For Mu Jincheng, who had embarrassed himself so badly for the first time, his face went from pale to ashen, contorting with the effort of restraint.
He gritted his teeth and managed to squeeze out two words, "Shen Yan."
Shen Yan shook her head, clicking her tongue in disapproval.
So little courage, yet daring to join a survival show.
To her, such an unchallenging program was like child's play.