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

As I walked, there was something glittering and translucent under the moonlight, dripping on the grass, and that was my uncontrollable tears.

The boy doesn't cry when he has tears, but it's just not when he is sad!
However, what surprised me was that as soon as I wiped the corners of my eyes, I heard a cold voice from behind: "Are you still going? Are you not afraid that I will kill you?"

I turned my head to look over, but saw Yu Chengyao chasing after him, holding a submachine gun, looking at me with a cold face.

However, although she had a straight face, her eyes were slightly red, as if she had just cried.

I immediately guessed that she probably wanted to use this method to keep me?
"Yaocheng Yao..."

My tone was very firm: "I'm sorry, I have to leave. You have your identity and responsibility, and I also have my destiny. Even if you must kill me, I still have to leave."

Seeing my determination, her eyes dimmed a lot.

In my words, as a killer who has been trained by the organization for many years, she is the most understandable.

There is an old saying that people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes. Perhaps many people have heard this sentence and felt sick, but it is indeed very appropriate here.

Yucheng Yao closed her eyes, raised her gun, and fired a shot into the sky, then turned around and ran away from my sight without saying a word.

At this moment, it was approaching the remnant night, and the surrounding fields were pitch black and cold. The tear that Yu Chengyao shed when she left soon turned into cold dewdrops on the grass...

I let out a long sigh, quickened my pace, and left quickly.

The gunshot just now must have awakened Qian'er. Although I really want to see her again, I don't know what to say after the meeting. It's better to leave now as soon as possible.

At this moment, my heart really hurts.

I quickly walked towards the giant tribe.

As I walked, my mind was constantly ups and downs.

It has been a long time since I came out this time. If everything goes well, I will find Duoer in the giant tribe, and then I have to go back soon.

After leaving for such a long time, I don't know if Xiao Qing and the others are okay?
Come to think of it, Xiao Qing and Xiaomeng should miss me very much and worry about me.

And that naughty little Lolita Yun'er, I don't know if she has grown up these days when I'm not here?
If she is more mature and beautiful like her sister, I can't accept her.

But having said that, when I'm not around, I'm afraid her sister Shu'er won't miss me, haha.

Along with my wild thoughts, the sky has gradually brightened, and my sleepiness after a sleepless night has gradually begun to rise.

However, I didn't want to rest, but continued to trek.

I'm worried that Xi'er will continue to come looking for me, so I'd better go as far away as possible.

In fact, I learned all my anti-reconnaissance skills from Xi'er. It may not be too difficult for Xi'er to find me, so I have to go as far as possible.

Suppressing tiredness, I walked until noon.

I thought that after walking so far, and with Yuchengyao's obstruction, Qian'er should not be able to find me, so I started to find a cave nearby, drilled in, and started today's rest.

Maybe because I was too tired, I slept very deeply this time, and I don’t know how long I slept. Suddenly, I felt something was wrong. I heard a chirping sound coming from my ear, like a savage talking .

At the same time, my head was exploding with pain, as if someone had hit me on the head with something.

The severe pain woke me up in an instant. When I fixed my eyes, I was furious.

What the hell, there really is a savage holding a big rock and greeting me on my head!
It was a shabby, disheveled fellow in ragged clothes.

Unlike the brightly dressed natives I've seen before, this guy is a real savage, with dirty and messy hair covering the top of his head like a bird's nest, and his hands are full of stains, black and deceiving.

When he squatted in front of me, an unbearable stench hit his face, making his head dizzy from the choking.

And what makes me feel strange is that this guy's hands and feet are tied with thick iron chains, and there are some special oil paints on his face.

After this period of contact with wildlings, I know the meaning of those patterns, which means this guy is a slave.

Sure enough, when I looked up, I saw a few cleanly dressed savages behind this guy, staring at us with an expression of watching a monkey show.

They were one woman, three men, and four savages. Among them, a woman with a strange smile was obviously the leader. This woman was beautiful, with picturesque features, but her expression was vicious.

I suddenly understood that it was this woman who ordered this slave to hit me with a stone, and she thought it was very funny!
I have lived with Duoer and the others for a long time. Although I am not proficient in Savage language now, I can still understand some rough words.

The noble female savage actually said to several other people, "Guess how many times this guy will be hit with stones before he dies? If you guess right, I'll give him a kiss!"

When the three men heard it, their eyes lit up, and they were all excited, and they started guessing enthusiastically.

Draft it, poisonous!

Lao Tzu's life has become a tool for these savages to flirt.

I was furious from the bottom of my heart, and I was not polite to them anymore. I turned up from the ground and kicked at the slave who was holding a stone and continued to rush towards me.

This slave is skinny, where is my opponent, I kicked his kick and flew out, and hit the wall with a bang, so painful that he couldn't even cry out.

The few savage nobles were also surprised when they saw this scene, and each of them took a few steps back and shouted loudly.

"This savage is interesting, you catch him for me, I want him to be my slave!"

The noble female savage pointed at me and shouted excitedly, as if she saw some toy.

I was almost stunned when I heard that, these savages actually called me a savage?
I go!

Those male savages obviously listened to this woman very much, and each of them was like aggressive cocks, intending to show their bravery in front of this woman.

He drew the sword from his waist and slashed at me.

To my great surprise, the swords of these people were still made of iron, obviously very different from those poor wild men I had seen before!
As far as I know, the smelting level of the savages is not high. Most of their weapons are made of wood and bone. I even thought that these savages can't forge iron!

And now I know I was very wrong.

The swords held by these male savages in front of them were exceptionally sharp and shone with a cold light to kill people. This quality was very high-grade, maybe it wasn't an iron sword, but a steel sword!
But it's no use, I'm not afraid of them, because I'm the one with the gun!