Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

"what?"

Mo Qing looked at him curiously.

Does this kid have materials that can be used as bowstrings?
Soon, Zhang Yiming's gaze changed from hesitation to firmness, "I think with my length, making five or six bowstrings should be enough, and I am willing to sacrifice for the team."

"..."

Mo Qing was very moved by Zhang Yiming's willingness to dedicate his basket to the team, and then rewarded him with two kicks.

At the same time, I corrected a sentence, "You only have one hundredth of a bowstring."

Lin Yuyan looked at the two cutely, "Brother Yiming, why is yours as long as five or six bowstrings?"

Han Ling quickly covered her ears, "Yuyan, men tend to exaggerate in this regard, don't believe it!"

"But I still don't know what they are talking about?" Lin Yuyan had the spirit of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

Han Ling only replied with one idiom, "Small belly and chicken intestines"

"No matter how much we discuss here, it's useless. The most important thing is to find it," Han Ling said, breaking the subject.

She was afraid that these two wretched guys would spoil her pure language.

"I agree, and besides, it's not called Xiaodujichang, that's called Dapeng Spreading Wings, Raptors Crossing the River," Zhang Yiming corrected.

Han Ling rolled his eyes, it's no wonder she believed it.

"Old Mo, she doesn't believe me, you know if I'm a dragon crossing the river, you know my ability!" Zhang Yiming looked unconvinced.

Mo Qing looked at him with a strange expression, did you ask me why the dragon crossed the river?
Can I still try it with you personally?
"Don't bb, pack up your things, and go to the woods together to find out if there is any material that can be used to make bowstrings, otherwise I will really pull out your basket and use it as a string!"

"Then you have to make five, otherwise I will be sorry for the length of my life!" Zhang Yiming raised his head with a proud face.

"..."

The main body of the bow is made of wood and bamboo, such as mulberry and extension wood.

Mo Qing had seen a thick mulberry tree on the island before, and its branches were the best for making bows.

The mulberry tree is far from the camp location.

Mo Qing and others walked for a long time before finding the big tree.

The luxuriant mulberry trees are full of fruits, and the purple mulberries are all over the treetops.

Mo Qing looked around the mulberry tree, and finally chose a branch with a suitable size to make the main body of the bow.

Because they didn't have the right tools, they could only use the old method of cutting down trees with fire.

Mo Qing and Zhang Yiming handled the branches, while Han Ling and Lin Yuyan were responsible for collecting mulberries on the tree.

This work continued until noon.

The sun is shining, in order to avoid excessive physical exertion, this is the most suitable time to rest.

The four leaned against the mulberry tree and had lunch.

The branches are about to be "cut" down, but the materials for the bowstring are still not available.

While eating lunch, Mo Qing was thinking about where to find it.

At this moment, Han Ling suddenly looked serious, "Did you hear anything?"

Mo Qing signaled the others to be quiet, closed his eyes and focused, listening to the sounds coming from around him.

"Lulu"

The sound was very familiar, it was the cry of a pig.

"There are wild boars!"

Mo Qing picked up the steel spear, exchanged a glance with Zhang Yiming, and walked lightly towards the source of the sound.

Not long after, they saw this familiar old friend.

In the mud, a gray wild boar was rolling.

This is the living habit of wild boars. They always like to use muddy water to cool down in the hot afternoon.

The two held their breath and kept quiet, observing every move of the wild boar.

Mo Qing quickly noticed an unhealed wound on the wild boar's front leg.

There are also many scars on the torso, which are shocking.

It seems that there was a fight not long ago.

Did this wild boar fight with the tiger again?
Mo Qing thinks this probability is very high, the only one that can threaten the wild boar on the deserted island is the colorful tiger.

At this moment, a thought popped up in his mind.

"Yiming, I want to play with Boda." Mo Qing looked excited.

Zhang Yiming's pupils shrank, and he said in surprise: "Old Mo, you don't mean to..."

"Yes, although it is very risky, it is worth a try!"

"No, Lao Mo, absolutely not." Zhang Yiming stopped him and tried to persuade him: "People can't, at least they shouldn't!"

Mo Qing was full of question marks: "Why do I feel that we seem to be talking about different things, what do you think I want to do?"

"Are you talking about the big one? Both of us have flat chests, and the only one with the big chest is the wild boar. I thought you wanted to..."

"...If you don't need your brain, you can donate it to those in need." Mo Qing was speechless for a while, "What kind of brain circuit do you have to have such a weird idea,

In your eyes, am I such a pervert? "

Zhang Yiming shook his head, "No, you will only become more perverted!"

"..."

Mo Qing took a deep breath to keep himself calm, he was afraid that he would get angry later and kill Zhang Yiming with his own hands.

As the saying goes, a tiger's poison does not eat its son, and he does not want to have a situation where he and his son, or father and son, can kill each other.

"I mean catch this boar"

"You said it earlier, isn't it just to catch wild..." Zhang Yiming was stunned for a moment, "Old Mo, are you serious?"

Mo Qing nodded heavily.

Zhang Yiming's expression froze, and he looked at the huge monster in the quagmire, "One thing to say, I think it's more reliable to seduce this wild boar with your beauty than to catch it.
You have to be in the Pacific Ocean to come up with such a decision."

Mo Qing naturally knew that this matter was very risky, but the greater the risk, the more rewards he would get.

Seeing that he was still unwilling to give up, Zhang Yiming sighed, "Well, isn't it just a pig? I still don't believe that I can't kill it today,
I am determined to eat this pork tonight, even Jesus can't stop me, I said it! "

"Well, now let's go back to Han Ling and the others, and plan how to capture this wild boar," Mo Qing said with a smile.

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The scorching afternoon gradually passed, and the temperature began to drop.

Enjoying a moment of leisure in the mud, the wild boar shook the muddy water on his body.

It took small steps, ready to leave this quagmire and go to other places.

A stone whizzed from afar and hit it precisely on the head.

It was attracted by this, and a pair of small black eyes looked around.

Soon, it spotted an erect ape standing behind it.

The wild boar just took a look and lost interest.

It continued to walk forward slowly.

However, the upright ape threw another stone and spoke the language of Wuwuzaza, which it couldn't understand either.

But looking at that action, it seems that he is provoking himself.

"Lulu"

It bleats to express its displeasure.

The ape picked up a piece of wood on the ground and threw it at it.

After repeated provocations, this time, the wild boar finally couldn't bear it anymore.

It is one of the overlords of this forest, and it must let this creature see how powerful it is.

The wild boar kicked its front hooves on the ground, and then rushed towards the erect ape.

Seeing it getting angry, Mo Qing turned around and fled without thinking.

The sound of the wild boar's four hooves hitting the ground was extremely loud.

Mo Qing thought it was a tank behind him.

One can imagine how terrifying it would be if it was hit by this wild boar.

The jungle is lush with trees and the terrain is complex.

Mo Qing had already planned his escape route early in the morning, using the terrain to prevent wild boars from chasing him.

His plan hadn't gone wrong so far. Sure enough, when the wild boar was running, it was not fast because of too many obstacles.

Coupled with its huge size, some obstacles can only be bypassed.

Mo Qing always kept a relatively safe distance from the wild boar.

His eyes were fixed on a tree with a piece of cloth tied to its trunk.

This is what they marked in advance.

It means there is a trap here.

The corner of Mo Qing's mouth turned up, success or failure depends on this.

He was a little faster, and when he passed the tree trunk, he took a big leap and quickly found a safe place to hide.

The wild boar also came to the marker tree at this moment, striding forward with its four hooves.

Raise patches of dust and weeds.

Suddenly, it seemed to be tripped by something under its feet.

The body leaned forward and fell to the ground with a loud noise.

The huge body fell, shaking the ground.

It just stood up, and before it took a few steps forward, its right front hoof sank into a pothole, and the wooden thorns buried in it directly penetrated its right front hoof.

However, it's not over yet.

Above the head, a huge stone fell.

The stone was meant to hit the wild boar's head, but it was tilted a bit, and it just hit its torso.

After consecutive hits, the wild boar roared frantically.

This must have been done by the erect ape just now.

It stood up slowly, sniffing the smell in the air, aiming at Mo Qing who was hiding behind the tree.