Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Mo Qing supported the steering wheel with his left hand, and his right hand was not idle, resting on Han Ling's long leg.

He had a dream a long time ago, to drive a luxury car with a beautiful woman sitting next to him, and he would flirt with the beautiful woman while driving.

This is called driving.

Han Ling looked at the small movements of Mo Qing's hands, gave him a blank look, and didn't resist, letting the palm knead on her beautiful legs.

The man's hands are broad and his movements are very gentle. Even a simple kneading makes her feel comfortable.

"If your hand is idle, why don't you pinch other places for me?"

Han Ling winked, held his dishonest right hand, took off his shoes, sat sideways, and put a pair of beautiful legs on the man's thigh.

Her proud legs were so long that they could not be fully extended, they could only be bent.

The scorching light outside the car shines through the transparent windshield on those hyperbolic long legs, which is simply unstoppable.

"Ahem, you're driving, don't make trouble, it's hard for me to operate like this"

"Just ask you to pinch my feet. Besides, in this big desert, there is no one on the way, so nothing will happen."

Han Ling leaned against the seat, blowing the cold air from the air conditioner.

She walked all morning today, and her feet are a little sore.

"Female benefactor, Pindao is an honest gentleman, you are playing with fire like this!" Mo Qing said seriously.

Han Ling smiled softly, raised his calf slightly, placed it on Mo Qing's lower abdomen, and scratched his lower abdomen with his curved toes.

"Since the Taoist priest doesn't help the little girl, then the little girl can massage the Taoist priest."

This is not a massage, it is clearly stirring his fire.

If he wasn't driving now, Mo Qing would have executed Han Ling on the spot.

"You really are a naughty witch"

Mo Qing reached out to hold the woman's delicate feet, and gently massaged her.

Han Ling enjoyed sitting in the co-pilot.

The palms touched the feet, as if touching a piece of silk wrapped in cotton, it was soft and slippery.

While kneading, Mo Qing will also play some tricks.

His little finger lightly brushed against Han Ling's sole.

Such a small move can make Han Ling's body tremble every time.

Because she is ticklish, especially afraid of being scratched.

The range of Mo Qing's flexing was not large, and it was still within the range of being able to bear it and feel it at the same time.

"Comfortable?"

"Um"

Han Ling nodded slightly, and inadvertently, Mo Qing's little finger slid across the sole of her foot again, and the "hm" sound became very charming.

The air has also become ambiguous at this moment.

The emergence of stockings hides the shortcomings of women's leg shape, and there are many choices of various colors, which is more pleasing to the eye.

At the same time, the nylon material is more comfortable to the touch, especially when it comes to tearing. Watching the stockings tear and revealing the skin can arouse people's desire even more.

But this is a foreign object after all.

The real connotation is the skin wrapped in nylon material.

Smooth, fair, fit, fat and thin.

This is true beauty.

Mo Qing enjoys stroking Beauty with her hands very much.

After playing with it for a while, Han Ling's pretty face became more and more rosy. Even though the air conditioner was turned on in the car and the air-conditioning filled the whole car, her white forehead was still slightly sweating.

She slowly retracted her legs. At this moment, her heart was beating a little fast, her breathing was short of breath, and her body temperature also rose slightly.

Mo Qing didn't keep those beautiful legs, because if things go on like this, there might be a car accident.

Although this is a big desert, if you get stuck in a sand trap or encounter any other problems, you will be in big trouble.

"Hey, old Mo, can you hear me?"

Inside the car, an intercom rang.

In the desert where there is no signal base station, the walkie-talkie is the only tool Mo Qing and the others can communicate with.

"receive"

"Old Mo, Heyet said that we will reach the ancient city in about ten kilometers. It is said that there will be a bonfire party in the ancient city tonight, with roasted camels.

Let’s hurry up, otherwise there will be no camel meat left.”

"understood"

"I haven't eaten roasted camel meat yet, and I don't know how it tastes. My mouth is watering just thinking about it." Zhang Yiming laughed.

"Try it and you'll know"

"I'm going to speed up now, keep up"

The intercom is dead.

The Hummer in front accelerated violently, and it flew a long distance in just a few seconds.

Naturally, Mo Qing was not far behind, stepped on the accelerator, and the engine exploded with powerful power.

The two cars are galloping in the desert like two horses.

The further he drove, the more Mo Qing felt that the temperature seemed to drop.

But it is still broad daylight, and the lowest temperature in this desert can reach above 45 degrees.

Hot to death is never an adjective here, but the result of an autopsy.

"Lingling, do you feel like the temperature has dropped?" Mo Qing asked.

Han Ling nodded, "It's a little bit, is it because you drove too fast?"

"No way, the windows are all closed, so the outside wind can't come in."

Just when Mo Qing was wondering, Zhang Yiming's voice sounded again on the walkie-talkie, but compared to before, his tone was obviously more anxious now.

"Old Mo, Heyet said that a black sandstorm is coming!"

"what?"

Black storm is a kind of strong sandstorm, commonly known as black wind.

Mo Qing was stunned, wondering whether his luck should be so good.

In the past, earthquakes, tornadoes, and volcanic eruptions were outrageous enough, but now you can still encounter sandstorms?
"What now?"

"We must rush to the ancient city as soon as possible, there are strong enough buildings for us to hide in"

"it is good"

The two of them almost stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.

The roar of the engine echoed in the desert wind.

The ten-kilometer journey will not even exceed 3 minutes at the top speed of the two cars.

Both the Hummer and the Wrangler are very powerful, but in the face of desert terrain, even if they can move forward unimpeded, they will be slowed down.

Deserts are not flat roads.

It is also impossible for the two of them to really drive at the highest speed. Once something goes wrong, it is very easy to lose control and roll over.

1 minute later.

The wind outside the car became more violent, and the blown sand hit the car body with a bang.

Mo Qing frowned, and his eyes were fixed on the distant sky.

Unlike the clear sky overhead, the sky in the distance is cloudy.

In the desert that lacks precipitation, Mo Qing would never think that the dark clouds in that direction are cumulonimbus clouds.

"Old Mo, you can't go in the direction of the ancient city, the sandstorm is coming from there!" Zhang Yiming yelled into the walkie-talkie.

"Fuck, is this bad luck?"

Mo Qing couldn't help but swear.

The two vehicles immediately turned around and fled.

Drive towards the direction of the village.

It is only ten kilometers to the ancient city, but at least twenty kilometers to the village.

The top speed of a strong sandstorm can reach 120 kilometers per hour.

Mo Qing's speed will never exceed this speed now, and the dark clouds in the distance are less than five kilometers away from them.

2 minute later.

The black sandstorm swept less than one kilometer behind their car, and everyone clearly saw its true colors.