Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

The small thatched hut was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, which was extremely pungent. Most of the room was occupied by a simple stone bed. On the bed lay a few scantily clad aboriginal women...

The corner of my mouth twitched slightly.

It's... not even naked.

Because the climate of the island is warm and suitable all year round except for other places, clothes are not necessary for the aborigines on the island, so they only have a small animal skin wrapped around their waists for Care for the most sensitive areas of the body.

It's just that the scene in front of me didn't make me feel fragrant.

Without him.

Aboriginal people and modern people are genetically very different. Their skeletons are much wider than ordinary people. It is for this reason that most of the females among the aborigines are not soft-looking.

If their female features were removed, their appearance would probably be rougher than that of ordinary men.

It is precisely because of this that, looking at the scene in front of me, I don't have any thoughts...

Business matters.

I turned my head away, and after searching to make sure there was nothing I was looking for, I immediately went to the next room.

But the more I searched, the more frustrated I became.

After nearly two hours of exploration, I searched almost all the places I could find in the entire tribe, and what I found, except for some animal bones, were clay pots and some utensils used for sacrifices.

After coming out of the last room, I looked up at the moonlight in the sky.

Moon stars are rare.

"It seems that there is only one last way..." I muttered to myself and walked towards Barto's room.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

He is the patriarch of the tribe, if there are some things that even he doesn't know, then others certainly don't know.

The moment I entered Barto's house, I drew the dagger from my waist.

Then he turned sideways to avoid the two women in his arms, and put the dagger on his neck.

"Humph."

As expected of an aborigine who grew up in a jungle full of crises, his awareness of crises is much more sensitive than ordinary people.

As soon as the dagger touched his neck, his eyes opened without me making the next move. He probably felt the knife on his neck, so even though he sensed the danger, he didn't act rashly.

"It's you." He rolled his eyes, glanced around, and finally landed on me.

"it's me."

I smiled and nodded.

Both of us tried our best to lower our voices, so that the two women lying next to Shisha didn't notice the slightest difference, and were still in a sound sleep.

Silence for a few seconds.

"what would you like?"

The head of the aboriginal tribe still has a good brain. After thinking about it for a while, he roughly guessed my reason for coming.

"Have you ever had conflicts with those invaders?" I asked slowly.

Barto's eyes flickered a few times.

"Correct."

He replied calmly.

"And snatched a box from there?"

"Yes."

Barto nodded, and looked at me extremely calmly, as if the knife on his neck didn't exist at all: "You came to find that box, right?"

"That's right." I smiled.

"That might disappoint you."

Barto said calmly, "You're only half right."

"half?"

I was a little puzzled, but then I heard him say slowly: "It is true that I snatched that box back with my own hands, but our tribe is just a small tribe, a branch of the big tribe Qilar, I know that box is not for you. It was important to say, so after I snatched it back, I gave it to Chiral."

Chiral.

I frowned, the name of this tribe was something I had never heard of, but just because I hadn't heard of it, didn't mean that this tribe didn't exist.

Although I have lived on the island for a long time.

However, I have only been to a few tribes. After all, the area of ​​this small island is much larger than it looks, and there are many aboriginal tribes in it.

But now comes the problem.

I know too little, so it is difficult to guess at this time, how much of what Barto said is true and how much is false.

This guy is smart.

From the time when he played with us and almost wiped out our entire army, it can be seen that he has a deep heart.

Maybe, he hid that box somewhere, or maybe...

"Who the hell are you?"

Suddenly, Barto turned the phone and shifted the topic between us to me: "You are different from those intruders, I can feel it, and those intruders don't understand our language at all, but you do."

"But you are not from us."

"why?"

Barto questioned me.

It can be seen from his eyes that he is very curious about where I come from, but this matter is not easy to explain, and I don't need to explain it to him.

"if."

I grinned: "If I say that I am a messenger sent by God Wang Lu, what would you think?"

"impossible."

Barto vetoed it.

"You are not from our island, and you don't have the continuation of the blood on our island. Even if, even if the God King sends an envoy, it will definitely not be you!"

Barto was excited.

It was related to the God-King their ancestors believed in and the faith they depended on for their lives. He couldn't keep calm in this matter, and his voice became louder and louder. The sound woke me up.

"Enemy attack!"

The woman's sharp voice took away the last trace of tranquility in the night.

In the small tribe, there was a sudden commotion. I have heard the footsteps of many people. They are running towards the hut where I am now. Not a good thing for me...

Snapped!
Taking advantage of my distraction, Barto raised his thick arm and slapped my wrist.

He grabbed my wrist and tried to move my knife hand away.

But his thinking is too simple. Although he is strong and strong, but with the brute force on his body, he is still not strong enough to shake me.

I could feel that he had exerted all his strength.

But my arm didn't move a muscle.

Barto looked at me, full of doubts and puzzles, and a touch of shock that he couldn't even describe himself. He couldn't figure out why I looked so thin and small, but there was something that even he couldn't shake. the power of.

Bang!
I immediately swung my left hand and punched him in the face.

Barto's nose bleeds all over the place, and the two female aborigines next to him screamed out of fright, but they were not afraid of me. Instead, they grabbed the stones under them and were about to throw them at me.