Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

This night, the host and guest enjoyed themselves.

Everyone sang songs around the bonfire and drank wine stretched by Ye Di.

Mo Qing drank so drunk that he was finally helped back to the house.

The sky shed its black coat, revealing its naked blue.

noon.

The sun was shining brightly, and the light shone into the room, hitting Mo Qing's face like a scumbag.

Mo Qing raised his hand to cover his cheek, he turned over and was about to continue to sleep.

Last night's drink was exchanged for today's headache.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

He stretched his hands forward and changed into a comfortable position.

At this time, there was a tingling sensation in the palm of his hand.

Appears to have touched a strand of hair.

Mo Qing slightly opened his eyes, and a patch of wheat color came into view, which was someone's back.

A head of black long hair was scattered, covering most of the back.

Mo Qing's eyes, which had not been fully opened, were immediately closed.

Because he realized that something was wrong.

Wheat complexion, bare back, long hair.

The first person he thought of was Ayi.

Could it be that what happened to me and Ayi last night?
Sex after drinking is definitely not a good word.

Mo Qing panicked, if Han Ling saw this, would he be swallowed alive?
Thinking of this, he trembled tremblingly.

Or, sneak away while the person is still awake?

Mo Qing calculated in his heart.

Just as he was about to open his eyes and get up to flee, a pair of hands came from behind him.

Wait, there's another person behind?

Mo Qing's movement of opening her eyes stopped immediately.

Who is this person behind me?
Mo Qing thought quickly in his mind, who sent him back last night?
He vaguely remembered hearing the voices of Han Ling and Ayi before going to sleep.

Could it be that Han Ling is behind him?

Mo Qing didn't dare to move now, he couldn't even open his eyes to see who was behind him.

If it was really Han Ling, the fun would be great.

No, to be precise, no matter who is behind it, the fun is great.

Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes do not come singly.

Just as Mo Qing was thinking of a solution, a familiar voice came from outside.

"The sun is almost drying your butt, get up!"

Lin Yuyan's voice and footsteps sounded outside the house.

Mo Qing was going crazy, if Lin Yuyan saw this scene, she would be dead.

How to do?
At this moment, even if he was as witty as him, there was nothing he could do.

The only thing I can do is continue to pretend to be asleep, as if I don't know anything.

Footsteps were approaching, and the door was opened.

Lin Yuyan approached and saw the three people inside, she was shocked, "You guys!"

Mo Qing seemed to have seen his gloomy life.

"Why haven't the three of you woke up yet? It's already almost afternoon"

Ok?
Why is it different from what I thought?
"Let me sleep a little longer"

Behind him, Zhang Yiming's voice sounded.

In front of him, the dialect of the savage tribe sounded, and it was spoken by a man.

Mo Qing opened his eyes, only to realize that the person lying in front of him was not Ayi, but Kuha.

So there is no such thing as drunken sex at all, two women serve one husband together?
For some reason, he felt very lost even though he was the survivor of the catastrophe.

Seeing Mo Qing's decadent look, Lin Yuyan thought it was because of his hangover last night that made him feel unwell.

Therefore, she said with concern: "Brother Mo, Sister Ling knew that you all drank too much last night, so she made hangover soup,
You guys will go out and have a drink."

Mo Qing looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, and muttered, "It's just a dream, and I'm still very touched when I wake up!"

No one could understand his great joy and sorrow these few minutes.

After getting dressed, Mo Qing walked out of the room.

Outside, the clansmen of the tribe are busy in full swing.

Women and children make weapons that will be used two days later.

The men were practicing with spears and shields.

Everyone performs their duties and is preparing for war.

Mo Qing glanced over and soon saw Han Ling's figure.

She and Ayi are also in the training team.

The strong in the tribe is respected, so regardless of gender, as long as you think you are strong enough, you can become a warrior in the tribe.

However, there are not many female warriors in the Oneida tribe, they can be counted with only one hand.

Most are men.

After all, whether it is in terms of strength or endurance, men are far greater than women.

Han Ling's position is an archer. She stands on the shooting range, holds a bow, and nocks an arrow. Her movements are seamless and smooth.

Release the bowstring, the arrow flew out, and landed precisely in the center of the target 50 meters away.

All the onlookers around admired the archers.

On the other side, Ayi holds a spear and is practicing with a tall male.

Both of them attacked fiercely, but the tall man was always defeated by Ayi's tricky attack.

Ayi's force value is not low, and his strength is also great.

In the past, Zhang Yiming and Ayi had a comparison once.

At that time, Zhang Yiming did not rely on his size advantage to force a [-]-[-] split with Ayi.

And when hunting wild boars before, this girl was so bold that she dared to ride directly on the back of wild boars.

Her life can be summed up in two words: tough.

Of course, this is also inseparable from the environment in which she lives.

Her brother is a warrior of the tribe, and her father is the chief of the tribe. How could a child who grew up in such an environment not be strong?
After Han Ling finished training, he turned around and saw Mo Qing, she walked over quickly, "Do you feel a headache? I prepared hangover soup for you, I'll get it for you"

After speaking, she walked into a room and quickly brought out a bowl of soup.

The soup was still lukewarm.

It is very comfortable to drink in the stomach.

For a man, it is a very happy thing to have a woman make sober soup for him after a hangover.

"This soup uses recipes and ingredients from their tribe. I don't know if you can accept it?"

"Phew, it tastes good"

Mo Qing handed the bowl to Han Ling, "Where is the chief? Where is he?"

"I went out hunting early in the morning and just came back. You should go to his house to look for him now, he should still be there," Han Ling said.

"Um"

Afterwards, Mo Qing called Ayi, the interpreter, and the two went to Damir's room together.

He went to Damir to discuss the plan two days later.

Now that you have decided to join, you must ensure the victory of this war, and at the same time ensure the safety of your teammates.

If Damir hadn't wanted to be tough, he had many ways to eliminate the Kuipa tribe.

China, with its 5000-year cultural history, has produced many art of war.

There are so many routines that it is hard to guard against.

For the savage tribe who can only be tough and tough, it is definitely a blow to dimensionality reduction.

However, since it is tough, there are also tough strategies.

Mo Qing knocked on Damir's door, and walked in with Ayi.

In addition to Damir, there are several high-level tribesmen.

They are the most powerful warriors of the tribe.

Mo Qing explained his purpose, and Damir warmly greeted him to sit down.

After sitting down, Mo Qing's first words were: "How many capable fighters are there in the Kuipa tribe?"