Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Savage A looked at Mo Qing with contempt.

The disdain in his eyes made Mo Qing very dissatisfied.

"Do you think you can subdue me just by relying on you shrimp soldiers and crab generals?"

Mo Qing glanced around, looking at the group of savages holding stone knives and spears.

Although Savage A couldn't understand what Mo Qing was talking about, but seeing the high spirits of the other party, it seemed that he was holding back some big moves!
This made him have to treat it with care.

Mo Qing sneered, rolled up his sleeves, clenched the dagger tightly, and shouted: "I want to hit ten!"

Wildman A waved his palm, and the wildman beside him rushed up immediately.

After a while.

Mo Qing lay on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, while Han Ling beside him suffered some minor injuries.

Facts have proved that it is not possible to turn defeat into victory by speaking harshly at a critical moment.

But Savage A also lost a lot of people here.

The dagger in Mo Qing's hand wounded three or four times, but none of them were serious.

Several savages tied the two up.

Savage A sneered, as if saying that he never thought you would fall into my hands!
The next process is very simple.

A group of savages took the two of them back to the tribe tied up, ready to cook.

It was at this time that Mo Qing first saw the appearance of the savage tribe.

There are houses built of mud and branches, and the people who come and go are disheveled.

The faces of adults are covered with colorful makeup, while the faces of children are clean.

They all wear similar styles of grass skirts, even women.

But Mo Qing didn't appreciate the interest of these women.

Because they have lived in the wild for many years and have been exposed to the wind and sun, these women have dark and rough skin, thick lips, and calluses on their palms.

Most women are skinny.

With such an appearance, if any man saw him, his heart would be as calm as water, and there would be no waves.

Men in the tribe are stronger.

It can be seen that this is a tribe where men are superior to women.

When Mo Qing and Han Ling arrived, everyone in the tribe stopped what they were doing and looked at the two foreigners.

Their eyes were full of surprise, as if they were seeing such a human being for the first time.

Especially the clothes on the two of them attracted the eyes of the savages even more.

Clothes made of colorful cloth are more colorful and beautiful than grass skirts.

The women all showed joyful eyes, because they knew that these clothes would not be long before they would belong to them.

The men looked at Han Ling more, not because of her beauty, but because of her delicate skin and tender flesh, which was delicious at first glance.

Ever since he entered this tribe, Mo Qing felt that he had become a pig that left the pigsty and entered the slaughterhouse.

Savage A led a group of people and stopped in front of a wooden house.

This wooden house is far superior to other houses in terms of materials and construction technology.

Generally, a house like this is for the rich and powerful to live in.

I saw that Savage A walked to the door and said a few words to the inside.

Soon, the door was opened.

An old man with a stooped body came out, holding a wooden staff in his hand, with a blue crystal inlaid on the end.

The crystal shines beautifully under the refraction of sunlight.

The old man's clothes were also different from other people's. He wore animal skins and a crown made of long feathers.

Looking at this person's attire, Mo Qing could tell that this person should be the leader of the tribe, or the chief of the tribe.

When the chief appeared, everyone in the tribe bowed deeply.

This is the most basic etiquette.

Savage A whispered a few words in front of the chief.

Afterwards, the old man walked up to Mo Qing and muttered a bunch of incomprehensible words.

Mo Qing is definitely a kind young man who respects the old and loves the young.

Facing an old man, he naturally showed due courtesy, with a smile on his face, and at the same time said hello: "Old man, what kind of birdsong are you chirping, sooner or later your family's ancestral grave will be torn up!"

Anyway, death is imminent now, and it's not bad to have a mouthful.

The chief looked at the stranger's bright smile and felt a little strange. He was almost dead, so how could he still laugh?
But because of the language barrier, he didn't speak to Mo Qing anymore.

Instead, he ordered the savage A beside him to prepare a pot to boil water.

Afterwards, Mo Qing and Han Ling were tied to a tree and guarded by two young men holding spears.

Several people brought out a big pot, which was as high as a person, and very wide enough to accommodate three or four people in the pot.

The cauldron is used to cook meat during important tribal festivals.

Several others were collecting firewood.

All the people in the tribe who had nothing to do came to watch the two of them, as if they were watching animals in a zoo.

Mo Qing was tied to a tree and could not move, and all his weapons were taken away.

Han Ling looked at the cauldron that was set up. She had already expected that she would die, but she really didn't want to be food in other people's mouths.

She couldn't accept such a way of death.

"Mo Qing, can we still escape?" she asked.

At the most critical moment, the man beside him can always think of various ways.

"If there is no accident, we will have an accident today," Mo Qing said helplessly.

There was nothing he could do.

Now it's a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, and death is inevitable.

Han Ling's eyes dimmed.

Is this the end?

A lot of water was mixed in the cauldron, and the flame was burning fiercely.

A woman walked up to Mo Qing's side and reached out to caress his body.

Mo Qing suddenly felt a chill, the woman in front of her was really horrible.

And seeing the woman's face full of excitement, she looked impatient.

He knew he was doomed.

Unexpectedly, one day, I would be raped by a female overlord, it would be a great shame and humiliation!
If I knew this earlier, when I was caught just now, I should have killed myself directly.

The woman loosened the rope that bound Mo Qing's body greedily.

Beside him, there were two strong men holding his arms.

No matter how much Mo Qing resisted, it would be useless.

The hands of the two men were like iron pincers.

The woman pulled off Mo Qing's shirt.

His strong muscles were exposed in front of everyone's eyes.

Mo Qing's eyes were gloomy, as if his life had lost its color.

Next, the woman began to loosen his pants again.

Han Ling didn't dare to look at it anymore, but said comfortingly: "Mo Qing, bear with it, it will be over soon!"

Yes, soon a lifetime will pass.

The trousers were also taken off, not even the underpants.

Mo Qing is like a dead fish, letting others play with him.

After getting Mo Qing's clothes, the woman happily walked towards the crowd.

Everyone immediately gathered around and touched the clothes.

This is the first time they have seen such a good material.

It is not that there is no cloth in the tribe, but the amount is very small, and silk is used.

Only chiefs and a few warriors have silk clothes.

They are extremely precious, and they will never wear them for non-important festivals or sacrifices.