Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

"Pfft"

The spear hit the python's upper jaw.

The eyes and mouth can be said to be the few soft parts of the python.

In the natural world, any creature will not feel good if it is stabbed in the mouth by something.

Mild retching, severe vomiting directly.

What's more, the boa constrictor was pierced into its mouth by a spear.

Even if it is used to swallowing without chewing, it can't stand this kind of stimulation.

Swinging his body frantically, he wanted to shake off the spear in his mouth.

But Mo Qing, who finally found the right opportunity, how could he let it go so easily.

The strength in Mo Qing's hand became a little stronger.

Blood trickled down the spear.

To say that this boa constrictor didn't have such a large body for nothing, even if it was injured like this, it can still move, and its strength is not weaker than before.

Taking advantage of the painful struggle of the python, Mo Qing took out the multifunctional knife in his pocket and rushed forward.

Hold down the python's head with one hand, hold the multifunctional knife tightly with the other hand, aim at the python's eyes and stab it.

The attack power of the utility knife is limited, and the penetration power is not as good as that of a spear.

When dealing with boa constrictors, you can't attack its torso, otherwise it will be easy to cut the blade.

The best target is naturally its eyes.

Mo Qing didn't keep his hands back at all, this is a life-and-death battle, and if you keep your hands, you die.

"Pfft"

Another burst of blood spattered out.

Mo Qing's hands and clothes were all covered in snake blood.

He continued to push the utility knife into the python's eye socket.

The range of movements of the boa constrictor gradually became smaller, and finally there was no movement.

Mo Qing pulled out the multifunctional knife and spear.

He stood up, raised his spear and stabbed at the python's seven inches.

For the target, when you are not sure about the certain kill, you can make up the knife.

Residual blood can also be single-killed to full blood.

Before Mo Qing's spear fell, the boa constrictor, which had been silent before, suddenly moved.

It opened its mouth and bit down on Mo Qing's calf.

Doing the final fight.

However, its movements are still slow after all.

The spear pierced through its heart and pinned it to the ground.

This time, the boa constrictor was completely dead, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

This is the fight between beasts.

Only the cunning and the brave survive.

Mo Qing cut off the snake's head, dug a hole outside the cave and buried it.

Then back to the cave.

Han Ling squatted in the corner, and immediately lowered his head when he saw him come in.

Not a word.

Mo Qing also ignored her, and moved the snake's body to a corner.

He collected a lot of dry firewood from the outside, placed it at the entrance of the cave, and lit a fire.

With the firelight, the cave was instantly much safer.

Wild beasts are afraid of flames, and generally will not choose to approach them.

Mo Qing cut off a piece of snake meat with a knife, skewered it with a branch, and roasted it on the fire.

From the beginning to the end, he kept his back to Han Ling.

He didn't even look at her, as if he didn't notice her existence at all.

Han Ling tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, feeling dissatisfied in his heart. Why didn't this bastard coax me without saying a word?

The snake meat was roasted by the fire, exuding a strong fragrance, and Mo Qing sprinkled sea salt on it.

The crystal salt grains glowed under the orange-red firelight, and gradually melted into the snake's flesh.

Han Ling hadn't eaten all night, and he had walked all the way before, which consumed a lot of energy.

Already hungry now.

However, she couldn't bear to ask Mo Qing for snake meat.

Helpless, can only endure.

"Grumpy"

Han Ling covered his stomach with a red face, and glanced at Mo Qing, who was still roasting snake meat.

"What are you doing here? Are you following me?"

Han Ling still pretended to be very angry and questioned Mo Qing.

It's just that the confidence is obviously insufficient.

"No, I just heard someone calling my name just now, so I came over to have a look"

Han Ling curled his lips, "Ghosts believe it!"

It was already so far away from the camp, even if she was the roar of the Hedong lion, it was impossible for Mo Qing to hear it.

Obviously followed him secretly.

"I also feel like a ghost is calling my name"

"You..." Han Ling was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

This bastard will only bully himself!

"It's still just a troublemaker," Mo Qing added.

"What does that mean?"

"As the saying goes, girls like funny boys, and boys like naughty girls"

Han Ling looked puzzled, not understanding the true meaning.

"How is your anger going now?" Mo Qing asked.

"I'm not angry!"

Han Ling folded his hands on his chest and said with a cold face.

Mo Qing shook her head helplessly, a woman saying she is not angry is like an alcoholic saying she is not drunk.

"Not angry, then why are you so far away from me?"

"It doesn't matter where I sit"

"All right"

Mo Qing shrugged and smelled the grilled snake meat, it was delicious.

He took a bite, smacked his mouth, and ate very deliciously.

Han Ling felt uncomfortable listening to the sound of him eating, and covered his ears not wanting to hear it.

He buried his head in his knees and didn't look at it.

She just curled up in a corner.

The voice in the ear is quieter.

But that scent seemed to be closer to him.

Han Ling raised his head, only to see that Mo Qing had sat across from her at some point, holding a bunch of snake meat in his hand, looking at her with a smile.

"What are you laughing at? Are you looking at my joke?" Han Ling said directly.

But there were tears in her eyes, and her expression looked aggrieved.

Mo Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said softly, "How dare you, I can't finish eating this meat, it's too wasteful, why don't you share some of it for me?"

"I don't want to eat your food!"

"This isn't mine, it's a gift from nature" Mo Qing coaxed.

"Humph!"

Han Ling snorted coldly, grabbed the snake meat, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

Mo Qing took out another bottle of water from his backpack and put it beside her.

Han Ling looked at Mo Qing who was approaching him, "You, why are you so close to me?"

"You don't care where I am"

He just smiled and looked at her until Han Ling finished eating the snake meat and added fresh water.

"Well, I'm pretty good at it, right?"

"That's it"

Han Ling casually wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth.

Mo Qing stretched out his hand to hold her injured palm.

Han Ling wanted to refuse, but he couldn't stand Mo Qing's tough attitude.

"I don't care what dissatisfaction you have with me, but your body is the most important thing. If the wound becomes inflamed and suppurated, it will be very dangerous!" Mo Qing said with a serious expression.

Han Ling turned his head away from looking at him.

Mo Qing carefully unwrapped the cloth wrapped around her hand and looked at the wound on her palm.

The wound that had already begun to heal was torn again because of the previous fight with the python.

Blood seeps.

Mo Qing took out the medical kit that he had already prepared from his backpack, and washed the blood with water first. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and there was nothing serious about it.

Mo Qing took out gauze to bandage.

His movements were very light, for fear of hurting the woman in front of him.

"How did you get hurt, so carelessly?"

"The bowstring is broken, and it hits the hand"

"Does it still hurt?"

"Mo Qing"

"Um"

"Why are you being so nice to me?"