Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

"Old Mo, are you awake?"

Zhang Yiming's loud voice sounded, and he cheerfully opened the wooden door that was not secure.

Then I saw a pair of dogs...a handsome man and a beautiful woman hugging and kissing each other.

He immediately covered his eyes, his face full of shyness, and at the same time observed the handsome man and beautiful woman through his fingers, "Don't dare to look, don't dare to look, it's immoral!"

The two people, who were in an ambiguous atmosphere, were interrupted by the dogecoin, and immediately had no further thoughts.

Han Ling gently pushed Mo Qing away, and walked aside as if nothing had happened.

Mo Qing looked at Zhang Yiming with murderous eyes, "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I want to care about you as a brother."

Zhang Yiming sat next to Mo Qing with a smile, and put his arms around his shoulders, "Old Mo, I told you that you are really serious, you are all injured, so don't do strenuous exercise."

"..."

"No, it seems that you don't have to move, it's just that my sister-in-law is tired."

Mo Qing took off his shoes and gave this guy two big pockets.

"If you ask me, you are really alive and well. You just finished fighting with a man, and then you fight with a woman. You are still in a fighting state! Admiration, admiration!"

Zhang Yiming cupped his fists.

"Before I'm ready to hit you, I advise you to leave quickly." Mo Qing's face was serious.

"Hey, just kidding"

Zhang Yiming put away the smile on his face, and changed to a serious expression, "I'm here, besides visiting you, I also want to tell you something."

"what's up?"

"Three days later, the Damir group launched an attack on the Kuipa tribe"

Mo Qing frowned, "So fast?"

"Yes, because since the last battle, Oneida's vitality has been severely injured, and she has been suppressed by Kuipa. Now she has finally recovered, and Ayi has returned safely.

The morale in the tribe is high, so they decided to settle accounts with Quipa! "

The two tribes have a total of two to three hundred people. Excluding women, children, old and young, the total number of people who can fight on both sides will not exceed one hundred and fifty.

In particular, the weapons on both sides are cold weapons, and there are not many iron products.

Such fights, in modern society, are called street fights.

In ancient China, it was called fighting for hegemony from village to village.

In the ancient times of Dongying, it was called the Warring States Period.

But, on this island, this is called war!

It is a war concerning the future of the entire ethnic group.

Although both sides are holding wooden spears and wooden arrows, they can kill people.

It's just not as good as the hot weapons of modern warfare, which can wipe out established enemies at one time.

"What does Damir mean?" Mo Qing asked.

Zhang Yiming said truthfully: "He hoped that we could help the Oneida Tribe and defeat Kuipa"

Mo Qing frowned again, he didn't want himself and his companions to be involved in this dispute.

Combatants have poor quality weapons and small numbers, so that doesn't mean it's a child's play.

Once involved, there is no end to death.

They don't know how long they will stay on this island. This time they helped Damir, next time, next time?

War kills people.

Even if Mo Qing and the others survive this time, it doesn't mean that everything will be safe in the future.

"Tell Damir we can't join," Mo Qing said.

Zhang Yiming smiled wryly: "I'm afraid this is out of our control, Lao Mo, our current situation is not the same as before."

This sentence made Mo Qing startled.

Yes, now they are depending on others to survive in other people's tribes.

Even with Ayi's relationship, it is impossible to survive in the Oneida tribe without doing anything.

A society with low productivity will not allow the existence of idlers.

As for leaving the tribe and living alone with companions, it is impossible.

Mo Qing and the Kuipa tribe have a feud.

With only a few of them, if the Kuipa tribe is determined to kill them, maybe another tragedy will be staged.

Mo Qing could no longer accept the death of the people around him.

The situation is now caught in a weird knot.

"This matter has too much to do with it. Let's discuss it together when Yuyan and Lingxiu come over," Mo Qing said.

Neither Han Ling nor Zhang Yiming had any objections.

At the door, a head poked in, those smart eyes looked inside, and when they saw Mo Qing, the owner of the eyes had a happy smile on his face.

From the corner of Mo Qing's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the people outside, and he said with a smile, "Ayi, what are you doing standing outside? Come in and sit down."

Ayi walked in timidly, "Mo, how are you?"

What she wanted to express was whether Mo Qing was in any serious health condition.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I woke up feeling refreshed"

"Well, hello, me too," Ayi said happily.

After that, Ayi stayed in the hut for a while, during which Mo Qing got a piece of news.

In the evening, Damir will hold a party to welcome their group of guests from afar, and it is also to boost morale.

Prepare for the war three days later.

After saying goodbye to Ayi, Mo Qing looked very bad.

Originally, he wanted to spend more time thinking and discussing countermeasures, but now it seems that they have to make a choice before the party tonight at the latest.

Lin Yuyan and Song Lingxiu were then called into the hut, and a group of people discussed and finally came up with a choice.

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night.

A dazzling bonfire rose in the tribe, and the tribe members gathered around the bonfire, laughing and drinking together.

The wine is fruit wine with a sweet taste.

Holding a wine glass made of wood, Mo Qing took a sip lightly, the fragrance lingering on her lips and teeth.

He hasn't had a drink for a long time.

Han Ling stood by the side, and the two of them toasted to each other, talking privately to each other.

At this time, a hand patted Mo Qing's shoulder.

He turned his head, only to see a tall figure standing behind, it was Kuha.

Holding the wine glass, Kuha gave a thumbs up and spit out two words: "Damn!"

In today's battle, he fought heartily, and at the same time, he also sincerely admires Mo Qing who defeated him.

Therefore, I learned a compliment from Ayi.

Mo Qing was taken aback, have all the savages learned the essence of Mandarin?
The inventor of the word "fucking trough" is definitely a great writer who knows both the past and the present.

No matter what the context, these two words are enough to express the emotion of the speaker.

It can contain anger, joy, surprise, fear, sadness and more.

Mo Qing echoed and said, "Damn me, so do you."

Han Ling covered his mouth, trying not to laugh out loud.

Kuha raised his glass, and the two touched lightly, and everything was in the wine.

Mo Qing suddenly remembered that she didn't seem to see Ayi since the beginning of the party. Logically speaking, as the daughter of the tribal chief, she should have appeared at such a party.

At this moment, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

A woman in a white silk dress and a garland of flowers appeared.

She is bare-faced and has no extra jewelry on her body.

Such a beauty does not need too much modification.

Just standing there, she is as holy as a beautiful angel, sacred and inviolable.