Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Han Ling's body kept moving down towards the sand.

If she continues to be left alone, she will be completely buried in this quicksand within 10 minutes at the latest.

"Lingling, don't be nervous, keep calm" Mo Qing shouted.

You must not panic in the quicksand, the more you struggle, the faster you will be swallowed.

Han Ming took a deep breath to slow down his heart rate.

As the range of her movements decreased, the speed of her sinking slowed down a bit.

At this point, her waist down was sunk in the sand.

"Lost the backpack, and then put the upper body on the ground to increase the force-bearing area."

"No, don't lose the backpack, there is still water in it," Han Ling refused.

There were at least four bottles of water in her backpack, half of what the two had left.

If these are lost and swallowed by quicksand, the subsequent journey will be more difficult.

"What time is it, don't think about it, listen to me, lose it!" Mo Qing's tone could not refuse.

If the water is gone, you can find it again. If the people are gone, then it is really gone.

Han Ling gritted his teeth, untied the backpack and threw it in Mo Qing's direction with all his strength.

However, because the water inside is too heavy, she can't throw it too far with her strength.

The backpack also fell into the quicksand, and with the flow of the sand, it disappeared little by little before everyone's eyes.

"Mo Qing, hurry up, find something to hook out the backpack!" Han Ling shouted anxiously.

Mo Qing ignored her words, "Listen to me now, slowly lift your feet out"

Han Ling complied.

She exerted force on her waist and legs at the same time, trying to pull her right leg out of the quicksand.

Every time a little bit is pulled out, it takes a lot of physical strength.

When both legs were pulled out from the quicksand, Han Ling was so tired that he didn't have much strength.

"Climb over to me now"

Mo Qing stretched out his hand.

Han Ling's legs had been squeezed in the quicksand for too long, and they had already started to feel numb and weak, and he had no strength.

She could only crawl forward slowly with the strength of her hands and waist.

"No, I have no strength!"

In the past two days, I ate very little, but exercised a lot.

In addition to walking all night last night, Han Ling's physical strength has long been exhausted.

"Don't give up, go a little further"

Mo Qing leaned forward, trying to grab Han Ling's hand.

But there is always a gap between the two.

Han Ling also tried to move forward a little bit, but she really reached the limit.

His eyes were darkened, and his expression was exhausted.

"I am so tired"

As soon as she finished speaking, she fell directly to the ground.

Mo Qing panicked and shouted Han Ling's name, trying to wake her up.

But the opponent didn't move.

"I'm pulling you, this should make up for the gap in distance!"

Tom next to him looked sincerely and stretched out his hand.

Mo Qing hesitated for a second, then nodded in agreement.

For a second, he wondered if Tom would just push him into the quicksand too.

However, Han Ling's situation was unknown, so anxious he could only choose to trust Tom.

Mo Qing's whole body lay on the edge of the quicksand, and Tom hugged his legs with both hands.

In case of any accident, people can be pulled back in time.

He grabbed Han Ling with his outstretched hand, and he pulled him to his side little by little.

3 minute later.

Holding Han Ling in his arms, Mo Qing took out the water bottle and fed her fresh water little by little.

She fainted because of exhaustion.

Not long after drinking the water, Han Ling slowly opened his eyes.

"Huh, you finally woke up, you scared me to death!"

Mo Qing's hanging heart finally let go.

Han Ling blamed himself, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If it weren't for my mistake, the backpack wouldn't have fallen into the quicksand."

Every drop of water in the desert is extremely important and its value is immeasurable.

"It's okay, just look for it when the water is gone." Mo Qing comforted: "Don't forget, there is a large field of cactus behind us."

"Uh-huh"

After Han Ling woke up, Tom walked aside. He didn't want to eat the dog food of these two people.

At this moment, Tom's eyes swept across the entire cactus, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Luckily, this cactus was all edible.

After Mo Qing comforted Han Ling, he walked to his side, "Thank you for your help!"

Mo Qing is not an ungrateful person. Although he is still wary of Tom, he has indeed helped him, and he should be thanked.

"Small things" Tom said with a smile: "Jerry, I have already seen this cactus, and they are all edible. With them, walking through this desert will be much easier, at least there will be no worries."

"Hmm," Mo Qing joked, "Although you speak Chinese with a strange smell, you use idioms pretty well. Speaking of which, have you been to Huaxia before?"

"I have been there, and I met some good friends in Huaxia, and they taught me a lot."

"Oh, then which cities in China have you stayed in?"

"I stayed in Los Angeles for a year and learned traditional skills from a master craftsman"

Tom's expression was sincere, and he didn't mean to lie at all.

Mo Qing nodded with a smile, and exchanged some pleasantries.

Los Angeles, the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties, has rich cultural heritage and many famous scenic spots and ancient buildings.

In addition to tourist and cultural attractions, the shovels in Los Angeles are also famous.

Luoyang shovel, which appeared at the beginning of the last century, was invented by a capable man named Li Yazi.

And yesterday, Mo Qing found a Luoyang shovel in Tom's trunk.

He guessed that Tom's identity was a tomb robber after contacting all the previous contacts.

Tomb robbers are not glorified products in modern film and television dramas, and they will not hand over the stolen cultural relics to the country.

This is a group of vicious people who are looking for money.

As long as the interests are relevant, they can do anything.

Mo Qing's defense against Tom increased a bit.

I just hope that this guy won't trip him up when he walks out of the desert at the end.

"Hey, Jerry, what are you thinking? Come here!"

Tom stood under a cactus and waved to him.

"coming"

Mo Qing walked forward quickly, the cactus in front of him was much taller than him
It is estimated to be at least two meters high.

And this cactus is relatively short in this area, and other cacti will only be taller.

The green exterior is covered with barbs.

Here are its leaves.

Mo Qing took out a machete and cut off a piece, "How should I eat this thing?"

"Conditions are limited, remove the thorns and skin on the surface, and the meat inside can be eaten directly"

Tom was demonstrating while talking.

Mo Qing and Han Ling also followed suit.

Putting a piece of cactus with its thorns and skin removed, Mo Qing took a bite. In an instant, the mucus from the cactus filled the entire mouth, followed by a faint scent of green grass.

The taste is slightly sour, similar to pickled cucumbers.

Because it contains a lot of water, eating it as a whole will relieve your thirst.

The three of them ate a dozen pieces of cactus meat the size of a palm.

It didn't stop until the three people's mouths were full of smooth mucus, as if they drank lubricant.