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

The way Dumuhan ate with his head buried, I couldn't help but look at him sympathetically, but I also took it for granted in my heart, you really don't look like a human with this lizard head.

If I hadn't been in contact with you for so long, I'm afraid I would also think that you should drink your blood.

Who knew you'd have to eat cooked meat?

The prejudice in people's hearts is like a big mountain. This sentence does not deceive me.

This incident was just a small episode on our way north.

After about three to five days, we finally arrived outside the Honggu Strait.

Under the gloomy sky, the gray sea stretches as far as the eye can see. It looks palpitating, as if there are many unknown great dangers buried in it.

It is said that the reason why this place is called the Red Valley Strait is because the lizard people and the Honglu people fought all year round and shed countless blood. Sometimes some people claim that the sea is red when they see it.

If I am alone at this moment, it will undoubtedly be very troublesome to cross the sea. I must first find a boat, and then carefully avoid the Honglu warriors stationed on the coast.

But now with Dumu Khan, everything is much simpler.

This guy can breathe in water!
On a dark and windy night, when the nearby warriors were not paying attention, Du Muhan jumped into the water.

And I sat on his back, and he carried me across the sea.

In the early stage, I was relatively close to the coast, and when it was more dangerous, I would bury my whole body in the water, but I would take a breath every once in a while.

But after staying away from the coast, it is much easier. Dumuhan is swimming below, and I sit on his back, and can drink and eat, which is not too pleasant.

This guy has a natural instinct for swimming, and his swimming is smooth, more comfortable than riding a boat.

Hearing what I said, Dumu Khan couldn't help scolding angrily: "You little bastard, you've taken my brother and me as a mount!"

I quickly apologized, but I felt in my heart that it really was a bit like it.

Du Muhan's body size, three meters high, does have the potential to be a mount.

Dumu Khan is also a joker. Seeing that I really lack a mount, he said: "Actually, in our clan, there are some dead men with inflexible brains. They were raised as monsters since they were young. If you If you like it, I will give you a few at that time, and it would be nice for you to use it as a mount."

According to Dumu Khan, because the lizardmen were few in number, interbreeding was very popular, and as a result, many people with mental disabilities appeared.

So the shaman in their family came up with a very cruel plan to train some lizardmen who were not smart enough to become real monsters who only knew how to attack and fight.

Because of the cruel training they had received since they were young, very few of these dead soldiers survived, but once the training was successful, every combat ability was very terrifying, no worse than him, the Lizard King.

You know, Dumu Khan's strength is also one of the best among the lizardmen.

Back then, I fought Lizardmen on Fatty Mitt's boat, and some Lizardmen soldiers were not even as powerful as some powerful Tailedmen.

It's not that the lizard people are powerful, they are a group, and naturally there are strong and weak.

Du Muhan said that he would give me such a dead man, so I couldn't help but look forward to it.

A subordinate who seems to have the strength comparable to the lizard king!
With such a warrior in hand, he could simply walk sideways on this broken island.

Unless you encounter the gun team of outsiders from the company, there are really few other savage forces that can do anything to him.

Sooner or later, I will go back to Luzhi City to settle accounts with the high priest, that old dog, and his granddaughter Lie Shanqiu, the woman who has had a romantic relationship with me, I have to clean her up and make her lower her proud face. Face, kneel at my feet and admit my mistake.

Speaking of which, many of my strange experiences on the island, in the final analysis, are all inseparably related to this grandpa and grandson!
If it weren't for them to stimulate the development of the curse in my body for the so-called bullshit longevity, I wouldn't take so many risks.

Just relying on the pills Yucheng Yao gave me, I can suppress the development of the curse.

There is also the little priest of Moon City, this woman also plotted against me fiercely, although she helped me a lot in the end, but I have to return the king, get back to this place, and let her know how powerful the Lord is.

And at this time, we were swimming in the sea, about three to five hours had passed, and when the sky was already dark, the shadow of land finally appeared in front of us!

Wet from the sea to the beach, Du Muhan couldn't help but half-knelt on the sand and stones, ignoring the sharp stones, crying wildly, crying and laughing like a madman.

"For 18 years, I, Du Muhan, the king of fighting, finally came back!"

Du Muhan couldn't help but raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice filled with ecstasy.

After going through hardships, he finally returned to his hometown. He is indeed worthy of joy.

But at this moment, his roar was like a thunderbolt, which made the originally peaceful morning light suddenly lively. First of all, the birds in the woods by the sea were all startled and noisy.

Immediately after, there were groups of guarded soldiers rushing towards this side.

Of course, these soldiers are all lizardmen.

"What do you do?"

The leading lizardman, with a pair of yellow compound eyes, stared at us suspiciously with a scrutinizing light.

The soldiers behind him also drew their weapons and surrounded us.

"Clarify your origins, or you will be treated as spies and killed on the spot!" The leading lizardman, wearing a red helmet, spoke very coldly.

I can barely hear this guy's words, because the language of the lizard people is actually quite similar to the language of the Honglu people. The language is like the difference between Northeast dialect and Cantonese.

At first glance, the difference is very big, but if you listen carefully, you can still understand some.

Dumuhan has also taught me a lot these days, the language of the lizard people.

At this moment, those lizard soldiers are obviously full of doubts about us, but there is no way to do it. After all, a human and a lizardman broke in suddenly at dawn, which is indeed very strange and full of suspicion.

"Bold! Talking to this king like this, have you ever seen this?"

Du Muhan held his head high and majesticly took out an old token from his bosom. The token seemed to be made of gold and jade.

"You are... His Majesty Dou Wang?"

Those lizard warriors all froze on the spot, looking very shocked.

"His Majesty Dou Wang died in battle more than ten years ago!"