Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

The name of a Dashiguo person consists of real name + father name + grandfather name + (great-grandfather name) + alias + (nickname).

So it will be very long.

After listening to Han Ling's explanation, Mo Qing suddenly realized.

The young man said, "The bosses can just call me Heyet."

Afterwards, they settled on Heyette as their tour guide.

The village maintains the ancient architectural style of Dashi Kingdom, with a long history in its simplicity.

There are many scenic spots here, but the most fascinating one is not in the village, but in the vast desert outside.

"Travelers who come to us usually choose to go to the desert. About [-] kilometers away from the village, there is a ruins of an ancient city.
It has a history of about a thousand years. Many travel enthusiasts like to drive there to camp, to see the lonely smoke in the desert, the sunset over the long river,

Look at the stars at night like water, the galaxy is brilliant," Heyet introduced.

It has to be said that as a big cannibal, Heyet's Chinese is very good, and he can even use idioms and poems fluently.

"Sounds very good, why don't we go to that ancient city?" Lin Yuyan suggested.

None of the others had a problem, they too were fascinated by the desert Heyette described.

"But we don't have a car?" Zhang Yiming said.

Heyet said with a smile: "Several bosses, I know a car rental company, and the car is covered by me."

After a while.

Rent a car line.

Heyet led a group of people to choose a vehicle for entering the desert.

There are many vehicles in the car dealership, mainly off-road and RV.

There are very few common cars on weekdays. After all, the customers who come here are basically going to travel in the desert, and ordinary cars cannot drive in the yellow sand at all.

Seeing the arrival of guests, the owner of the car dealership came up to greet them warmly.

Introduce the model to everyone.

Mo Qing's eyes fell on a Wrangler.

The outer body of steel is sprayed with red and black paint, and its tall shape is as tough as a muscular man, with sharp edges and corners.

Powerful horsepower and four-wheel drive can come and go freely on any extreme terrain.

No man can refuse such a powerful off-road vehicle.

Mo Qing caressed the car body, he chose this car without hesitation.

When he came back to his senses and wanted to order this Wrangler with his boss, he realized that the others had gone nowhere.

Mo Qing was looking for his companion while walking.

Suddenly, he felt someone hit his shoulder, and turned his head only to find a blond foreigner walking by.

The first time Mo Qing saw this man, he felt uncomfortable.

The other party felt a little fierce to him.

Doesn't look like a guy to mess with.

The blond man gave him an unkind look.

Mo Qing smiled and apologized, "sorry, sorry"

Being in a foreign land, try not to cause trouble if you can.

However, many times you don't want to cause trouble, but things always want to trouble you.

The blond man poked Mo Qing's chest with his finger, uttering English.

Although he couldn't understand what the foreigner was talking about, judging from his attitude and tone, he didn't say anything good.

Mo Qing still kept a smile on his face, not because he was generous, but because he saw a pistol covered by the man's coat.

Most of the pistol was blocked by the coat, leaving only a small section of the handle exposed.

If the conflict escalated now, it's hard to say whether the man would draw his gun and shoot.

"Hey buddy, what do you want to do?"

Zhang Yiming came over at some point and pushed the blond man away.

Han Ling and others followed closely behind.

The blond man watched a group of people approaching with a provocative tone.

Zhang Yiming picked out his ears, "Damn, what kind of bird language are you talking about?"

Heyet translated, "He said you guys are all yellow-skinned monkeys"

This is a term commonly used by Europeans and Americans to slander Asians.

"Fuck, dare to scold me, I won't beat you out of shit today!" Zhang Yiming was gearing up.

He was about to make a move, but was stopped by Mo Qing.

"The other party has a gun, don't act impulsively"

Zhang Yiming quickly caught a glimpse of the pistol hidden in the coat of the blond man.

He suppressed the anger in his heart, and said depressedly: "Damn it, don't people go out without a gun now?"

"Okay, let's go, don't fight with him"

Mo Qing patted Zhang Yiming on the shoulder and was about to leave with the others.

Seeing them leaving, the blond man behind him thought they were all cowards, so he sneered and shouted a few words.

Those who didn't understand didn't respond.

Han Ling, Lin Yuyan, and Song Lingxiu speak good English. After hearing those words, their expressions changed.

Also endured it.

Mo Qing asked Han Ling next to him in a low voice, "What is that white-skinned devil talking about?"

But the latter refused to say anything.

He had to ask Heyette again.

"The man said he asked some female bosses to accompany him at night"

A killing intent appeared in Mo Qing's eyes.

Han Ling held onto his arm tightly, "We are helpless here, don't cause trouble, let him say what he said, just pretend you didn't hear it."

"I know, don't worry, I'm not an impulsive person." Mo Qing said with a smile.

"Um"

A group of people continued to move forward, however, the blond man seemed ready to crush them.

Go directly to the front, as if you don't kill me today, you don't want to leave.

The man reached out and grabbed Han Ling who was in the line.

For such a beauty with an oriental charm, he couldn't bear it the first time he saw it, wanting something to happen.

Let's have some physical interaction.

In fact, there was indeed a physical interaction, not with Han Ling, but with Mo Qing.

The fist hit the blond man's face.

At the same time as he punched, he kicked the blond man's calf with his raised foot.

After being hit twice, the blond man was extremely angry, and he reached for the pistol in the holster.

Mo Qing clamped the opponent's wrist holding the gun with one hand.

The blond man tried to break free, but found that the seemingly ordinary and powerless man in front of him had a particularly strong hand.

At this moment, Mo Qing had already drawn out the dagger he was carrying with his other hand.

The bright dagger gleamed coldly, passed the blond man's eyes, and landed on his neck.

"Tell him, move one more step, and die!" Mo Qing said coldly.

He doesn't cause trouble, but that doesn't mean he's afraid of trouble.

Han Ling translated Mo Qing's original words to the blond man.

The latter no longer had the arrogance he had before.

He was cowardly.

I thought it was a soft persimmon, but who knew it was a tiger with its sharp claws.

The blond man slowly let go of the handle of the gun. His instinct told himself that if he didn't let go, it would be uncertain which part of his body the knife on his neck would be inserted into in a second.
Mo Qing took his gun away, took out the bullets inside, threw it far away, and then disassembled all the parts of the gun.

His technique looks very skilled, like an old hand with a gun.

After finishing these, Mo Qing put away the dagger.

Just when the blond man thought that the other party was going to let him go, he slapped him on the cheek.