Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Mo Qing's request was actually very simple, to return his two knives.

When he was caught by Savage A, a dagger and a multifunctional knife were taken away from him.

Now that he has won the battle, it is natural to take it back.

The request was simple, and the Quepa Messenger had no reason not to agree.

The two parties agreed to deliver all the materials and land two days later.

Since then, Mo Qing spent a few days of peaceful time in the Oneida tribe.

Every day, he just needs to wander around like a street skater, and when he gets tired, someone will cook for him when he returns home.

life is good.

It's just that this seemingly peaceful and beautiful life will always give you a little surprise every now and then.

For example, Damir was thinking about how to give Mo Qing a big gift.

He had already identified Mo Qing as his only son-in-law.

It doesn't matter if the other party disagrees.

I agree just fine!

Damir is now such a logic.

Although the twisted melon is not sweet, it quenches your thirst!

The Oneida Tribe urgently needs a thirst-quenching melon like Mo Qing.

Since the first battle, Quipa will definitely not let it go, and the two sides will inevitably fight in the future.

Until one side is completely annexed.

Mo Qing's commanding ability is very strong, and he showed his edge in the first expedition, but he is a foreigner after all, and he does not belong to the tribe.

There is no sense of belonging to the tribe.

If he left and the people from the Kuipa tribe came back, they might have to repeat the situation half a year ago.

So marriage was the best way he could think of.

However, the biggest problem now is that Mo Qing does not accept it, which makes Damir distressed for a few days.

Wooden house.

Damir scratched his hair, thinking about countermeasures.

He is really not very good at plotting.

Seeing her husband's painful expression, his wife Nahala asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did something happen in the tribe?"

Damir shook his head and told his wife about his troubles.

After hearing this, Nahala said with a smile: "This matter is not difficult. As long as the two of you have a relationship, Mo Qing has to agree even if he doesn't agree!"

Damir said: "How can it be that simple, Mo Qing will not agree"

"Of course he won't agree, so we just need to use some special means." Nahala smiled confidently.

Thus, without the knowledge of Mo Qing and Ayi, a game was set up about the two of them.

It was a peaceful night, and Damir gathered a group of people to drink and eat at the wooden house.

Both wine and meat were trophies offered by the Quipa tribe.

Mo Qing's group and Damir's family were all present.

After getting along for this period of time, everyone is already very familiar with each other.

During the banquet, no matter men, women or children, they all raised their wine glasses and drank happily.

Kuha put his arms around Mo Qing and Zhang Yiming's shoulders, and the three of them came and went, drinking happily.

Han Ling was also persuaded to drink a lot, but despite her being a woman, she can drink quite well.

In the past, when working and socializing, drinking was unavoidable, so I learned it step by step.

Lin Yuyan and Song Lingxiu also inevitably had a few drinks.

They can't drink enough, halfway through the meal, they are already drunk and sent back to rest.

Ayi stood up unsteadily, holding up her wine glass, "Cheers!"

The girl also drank less tonight, her face was flushed, but she still had no intention of stopping.

Mo Qing persuaded: "Ayi, if you can't drink it, don't drink it, go back and rest first."

"No, I'm fine"

Ayi waved his hand and directly drank the wine in the glass.

Very generous.

Drunk is also very clean and neat.

Mo Qing looked at the girl who was lying on the ground and had fallen asleep, and smiled helplessly, "Lingling, help Ayi back."

"it is good"

Han Ling was about to step forward to help Ayi and take her back to the house to rest, but Nahala took a step ahead.

Nahala pointed to Ayi and then to the door, implying that she would help Ayi to go back.

Han Ling nodded and watched her leave the cabin with Ayi.

At this time, outside the house.

After Nahala walked her daughter back to the house, she walked to an open-air stove.

A woman is making hangover soup.

It's for people in cabins.

Nahala smiled and said a few words to the woman, telling her to go back to rest first, and he will be in charge here.

The women leave.

Nahala scooped several bowls of soup from the crock and added a little seasoning to one of them.

This is specially prepared for Mo Qing.

It has the effect of making people excited and lasting combat power.

It is a long-standing secret recipe of the tribe.

Just as she was pouring the seasoning into the bowl, a beautiful figure walked by.

Nahala was taken aback, but when she took a closer look, it was Han Ling.

Han Ling didn't stay in the wooden house any longer, and the drunks inside didn't know how long they were going to drink.

So she left first.

Seeing that Nahala was preparing hangover soup, she smiled and didn't feel anything unusual.

Inside the cabin.

Altar after jar of wine glasses was drunk.

The men in the room were all drunk and talking nonsense.

Kuhal pulled Damir and prepared to worship his brother.

Zhang Yiming put his arms around Mo Qing, discussing his seniority.

The scene was harmonious.

Damir picked up the wine glass again and asked Mo Qing to drink.

"No, no." Mo Qing waved his hand.

He has almost drunk, and if he drinks any more, he will throw up.

Kuha and Zhang Yiming also failed. Everyone drank a lot today, and their stomachs were all big, and they were all full of alcohol.

Seeing this, Damir knew that the time was almost up, so he coughed twice.

Nahala, who had been guarding outside all the time, immediately brought in several bowls of hangover soup.

She smiled and distributed the soup to everyone.

Mo Qing picked up the bowl and took a sip, "This soup tastes much better than last time!"

"Really?" Zhang Yiming also took a sip, and he pouted, "No, did you drink too much? This soup tastes the same as the previous one."

Mo Qing didn't pay attention either, and drank a few more sips.

Because there was already too much wine in his stomach, he only drank a few sips of hangover soup.

Naturally, it was impossible for Damir and Nahala to let him drink only this amount, otherwise wouldn't this game be for nothing?

So the couple tried every means to make Mo Qing drink more.

Mo Qing drank at least three quarters of the last bowl of hangover soup.

People almost vomited.

Now everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

Damir asked Kuha to help Zhang Yiming leave, and he left with Mo Qing.

Now Mo Qing was drowsy, and he felt dizzy when he walked.

The two stopped in front of a house.

Mo Qing narrowed his eyes, "This doesn't seem to be my house?"

Damir smiled and pushed him into the house.

Mo Qing, who drank too much, was in a daze and didn't think about it, so he was pushed into the room.

Naturally, this house is not his residence, but Ayi's.

His residence is next door.

When Damir saw someone entering the house, he immediately locked the door from the outside.

All the steps of the plan are completed here, and the rest will wait for tomorrow to harvest the results.