Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Han Ling could already foresee that he would be crushed by the wild boar's four hooves in the next second.

The bloody picture flashed through her mind.

At this time, a hand stretched out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her back from the brink of death.

The wild boar whizzed past, just narrowly missing her.

Han Ling was a little scared, and his heart was beating wildly.

If Mo Qing hadn't saved her life at a critical moment, the current scene would have been bloody.

She raised her head and looked at the resolute face of the man in front of her.

The man's arms hugged her slender waist, and his broad chest felt safe on it.

Although it wasn't the first time he was so close to him, this time made Han Ling feel extra at ease.

Mo Qing didn't notice Han Ling's expression at the moment, he was more focused on the wild boar.

He had missed the calculation before, but he didn't expect this animal to have such great strength when it was dying.

The IQ of the wild boar is not high, but it also knows to run away first when it encounters danger.

It didn't choose to continue attacking Mo Qing and the others, but fled in a panic.

After putting so much effort into catching this pig, how could Mo Qing let it go away.

The rope around the wild boar's head has reached its limit, and finally it can no longer bear it and break.

Seeing that the untethered wild boar was about to run away, Zhang Yiming suddenly rushed out from its side and shouted: "Demacia!"

He jumped up and sat down on the boar's back.

However, as soon as he sat down, he immediately felt sore all over.

"Oh, oh, oh, it hurts so much!" Zhang Yiming screamed.

The hair on the wild boar's back is not soft, but rather hard and thick.

Zhang Yiming could now clearly feel the intimate contact between the rough hair and his delicate buttocks.

It's the same as washing your butt with a steel brush.

And when the wild boar was running, Zhang Yiming, who was riding on its back, was bouncing.

That feeling is even more indescribable.

Pain is pain, but Zhang Yiming's movements are also unambiguous.

The spear stabbed the boar hard in the eye.

The eyes of any creature are its softest part.

Even wild boars with rough skin and thick flesh are no exception.

The spear pierced its eye socket, and blood gushed out.

The wild boar let out a shrill scream.

Going crazy and hitting a tree.

There is a look of wanting to fight Zhang Yiming to the death.

Zhang Yiming was not as crazy as it was. He immediately jumped off its back and rolled on the ground a few times to relieve the tension on his body.

Mo Qing took this opportunity to grab the rope tied to the wild boar's front hooves.

Quickly tied to a tree.

This time, the wild boar couldn't break the rope again. Although it struggled desperately, it didn't help.

Mo Qing didn't step forward to give it a fatal blow immediately, but waited until it gradually struggled and completely lost its strength before stepping forward.

A few minutes later, after an afternoon of hunting, the pig finally fell to the ground exhausted.

The four of them stepped forward and looked at it quietly.

The wild boar was foaming at the mouth, and the bound front hoof was still moving. Blood was pouring out of one of its eyes, and the blood had already wet the hair on its head.

The other eye glistened with tears.

All things have spirits, and when they are dying, they will long for life.

"It's so pitiful!" Lin Yuyan couldn't bear it.

Mo Qing was expressionless, he could understand Lin Yuyan's psychology.

It is human nature to be unbearable.

Man cannot lose his humanity, nor can he lose his bestiality.

Mo Qing might feel pity, but he would still kill if he deserved it.

For survival.

Without a suitable knife, Mo Qing could only lift a stone, find the soft spot on the wild boar's head, and hit it hard.

Fortunately, this blow directly killed him on the spot, and he didn't suffer any more.

This is the last kindness Mo Qing gave.

The wild boar is huge, and it was not easy to transport it back. It took a lot of effort for the four of them to drag it back to the camp.

The people who were tired all day had lost much energy.

The treatment of wild boars can only be left until tomorrow.

Nothing happened that night, and everyone had a sweet dream.

Day two.

Early in the morning, Zhang Yiming couldn't wait to wake up Mo Qing.

He hasn't eaten pork for a long time, and last night he even dreamed that he was eating a whole pig feast, which made his mouth water.

Mo Qing sat up in a daze, stretched, walked out of the shelter, picked up the washing cup and "toothbrush", and began to brush his teeth.

The so-called toothbrush is a peeled neem tree. In the magical Asan Kingdom, local residents have the habit of brushing their teeth with this branch.

Its effects include detoxification, improving eyesight, moistening throat and so on.

Brush your teeth the same way you would normally use a toothbrush.

In the wild, personal hygiene is necessary if possible.

to prevent disease.

In addition, there is more than one way to brush your teeth in the wild. You can also use your fingers as a toothbrush and rinse your mouth with salt water.

Salt water has the effect of sterilization and disinfection.

After washing up, Mo Qing and Zhang Yiming started to kill pigs.

Pigs are full of treasures, and any part can be eaten.

Among them, the most precious thing about this pig to Mo Qing is its pair of tusks and the tendons of its hoof.

Both of these can be used to craft weapons.

Without a sharp blade, Mo Qing had to work hard to cut pork.

He misses his utility knife now.

Soon, after the weapon is made, Mo Qing will lead his people to take back what belongs to him.

All day long, the four of them were busy working on the pig.

There is a feeling of Chinese New Year in the countryside.

This pig is very big, and its meat weighs at least three to four hundred catties. This amount of meat is enough for them to eat for a long time.

In the future, they will no longer have to worry about food.

Skins from pigs are also left to dry in the sun.

Can be used to craft blankets and clothes.

There are no refrigerators on a desert island, and the shelf life of any meat is very short.

So Mo Qing cut the pork into pieces to make bacon.

In addition, the pig's intestines are also made into casings, which are then filled with pork to make sausages.

The fat of wild boar is boiled into lard.

Animal oil is used for cooking, and the taste is by no means comparable to that of vegetable oil.

Mo Qing still remembers that her favorite food when she was a child was egg fried rice made with lard at home.

That taste is a must.

It's just that after leaving home for work, he has traveled to many places and eaten delicious food from all over the world, but no matter how delicious the food outside is, he still likes the taste of food at home after all.

When I miss home on weekdays, I can only look at the faces of my family through the screen of my mobile phone.

Sunset West Mountain.

Mo Qing smoked a few cigarettes, watching the sea engulfing the sun in the distance.

He is homesick.

I've been wandering on a desert island for so long, and I don't know what happened to my family?

"Old Mo, what are you doing standing there stupidly? It's time for dinner!" Zhang Yiming shouted at the top of his voice.

Mo Qing smiled, turned around and walked over.

"Hey, you kid actually smoked secretly behind my back, you don't talk about martial arts now."

"Smoking is bad for your health, I'm doing this for your own good"

"While playing, if you don't give it to me, you can search it yourself"

Lin Yuyan smiled and said, "Stop fighting, you two, let's eat! It's Sister Ling who cooks today."

I don't know when I will be able to go back, but there are still my partners here, and there are people I care about.

Not alone.