The days of survival on a deserted island with the beautiful president

Chapter 247 Burying Mo Xiaoju

Seeing the back of Yao Siming running away, Young Master Qu was naturally unwilling to give up, he hurriedly followed with his dagger in hand.

In the cluttered grass, Yao Siming frowned and ran ahead with a puzzled expression.

And Young Master Qu behind him is also chasing after him step by step, without giving in at all.

At this time Yao Siming was very desperate. The little boy behind him was really good in all fairness.

But what surprised Yao Siming even more was the extremely sharp dagger in the little boy's hand.

He always felt that he had seen that dagger somewhere, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember it.

Yao Siming, who was running for his life in front, heard the sound of approaching footsteps behind him, his heart tightened suddenly, and he quickened his pace again.

This tense oppressive feeling brought Yao Siming close to collapse.

He didn't know how to fight back, after all, the opponent had weapons.

If his dagger was not taken away by Xiaomei, then he could still fight the other party.

But judging from the current situation, Yao Siming knew in his heart that he had no chance of winning.

He could only run away first, but what he didn't expect was that the little boy behind him would fight so hard.

Thinking of this, Yao Siming couldn't help but wonder, if he had never even met him before, how could he have any grudge against him.

As for Yao Siming, who made him pursue him so hard to kill him, and didn't dare to stop at his feet, his brain was constantly running.

kill?
Just thinking of this, Yao Siming was stunned for a moment. If he wanted to kill people, didn't he kill two people?
Xiao Peng and that bald head!
Xiao Peng is fine, but that bald head!
Only then did Yao Siming react. While running fast, he kept frowning and thinking about it.

When thinking of the bald head, Yao Siming immediately thought of the walkie-talkie stolen by Lao Mo.

walkie talkie!
This important discovery immediately gave Yao Siming hope.

If this is the case, then Lao Mo may have betrayed himself.

Yao Siming was panting heavily, he couldn't run anymore.

After seeing a big tree in front of him, he quickly ran behind.

Yao Siming, who had just leaned against the tree to take a breath, suddenly heard footsteps not far away.

Yao Siming, who had a gloomy face, immediately became vigilant when he heard the footsteps.

"Hey! Stop..."

In order to prevent that young master Qu from rushing over again, Yao Siming immediately turned around and shouted loudly.

Hearing the voice, Young Master Qu also froze for a moment, then walked straight behind the tree.

At this time, Yao Siming just tentatively poked his head out, and found that Master Qu's face was right on top of him.

Startled, Yao Siming hurriedly took a step back.

"Hey, let me tell you, that old Mo is a liar, you...you are a child, he lied to you! You...don't be fooled!"

Forced to do nothing, Yao Siming had no choice but to keep walking around behind the tree. He was afraid that the child would stab him with a dagger again.

On the other hand, Yao Siming thought about it, and still planned to coax the little boy in front of him.

Yao Siming thought, he could believe what Lao Mo said, so why wouldn't he believe what he said.

Besides, he doesn't look much more reliable than that old Mo.

Therefore, even if Yao Siming really killed the bald head, he decided to deny it when he couldn't show his power.

After all, in this case, life-saving is much more important than face.

And seeing Young Master Qu's appearance, he also listened to it, and didn't rush over directly.

This was a good sign for Yao Siming. While talking, he carefully observed Master Qu's every move, trying to find out his weakness.

In case he couldn't explain clearly, he might as well go up and try it out.

However, Yao Siming's words had no effect in Young Master Qu's heart.

With a cold face, he kept pressing forward without any loosening of the hand holding the dagger.

Seeing this situation, Yao Siming was also stunned. He didn't expect this little boy to be stubborn and never stop explaining.

Although his words were sophistry, he didn't even take a word to heart.

Facing the recalcitrant Young Master Qu, Yao Siming suddenly had a trace of helplessness on his face.

"You...you don't come here!"

Seeing Master Qu getting closer, Yao Siming's expression changed, and he immediately became flustered.

He kept walking back and forth around the big tree, and the young master Qu in front of him was always following closely behind him.

At this time, at the upper reaches of the creek, Lin Tian was sweating profusely looking at the dirt pit under his feet.

He and Ah Cheng had to dig for at least half an hour, but during these half an hour, Ah Cheng didn't even take a break.

When Lin Tian saw that the size of the pit was about the same, he stopped on purpose.

But when he looked up again, he saw Ah Cheng beside him, still frantically digging the soil under his feet.

And on his arm, blood had slowly seeped out, and fresh blood dripped down from Ah Cheng's feet.

Outside the pit, there was a circle of blood dripping on it. At first glance, I thought Lin Tian and the two were doing something wrong!

This scene made Lin Tian feel a little uncomfortable, not only for the dead Mo Xiaoju, but more for Ah Cheng.

He couldn't imagine that Ah Cheng, who was so seriously injured, must endure such severe pain and insist on digging the pit here.

And the pain in Ah Cheng's heart must be more painful than that in his arm.

Thinking of this, Lin Tian couldn't help stretching out his arms resolutely with a cold face.

"Ah Cheng, Ah Cheng! It's alright..."

When Lin Tian's arm was in front of Ah Cheng, Ah Cheng was obviously stunned for a moment.

After hearing Lin Tian's words, Ah Cheng raised his head indifferently.

There was no trace of sadness in his eyes. When he raised his head and glanced at Lin Tian, ​​he took back his bloody arm.

"Ah, it's okay! I didn't pay attention!"

Ah Cheng, whose arm was blocked, lowered his head belatedly, and after looking at the dirt pit at his feet, his eyes turned red.

He tilted his head stiffly, and while talking, he forced himself to hold back the tears in his eyes again.

Lin Tian on the side saw Ah Cheng who was so uncomfortable, and didn't speak anymore, but stood up and walked to the side.

When Lin Tian squatted beside Mo Xiaoju's body, Ah Cheng by the pit did not respond at all.

Lin Tian, ​​who sighed, could only pick up Mo Xiaoju's body by himself, and then strode over.

Looking at the pit full of mud, Lin Tian still couldn't bear it.

He stretched out his other hand coldly, took off the suit from Mo Xiaoju's head, and threw it directly into the pit.

Immediately, the muddy pit was covered by the suit, and in this case, Mo Xiaoju could be lying here comfortably.

Although the conditions were simple, this was Lin Tian's last respect for Mo Xiaoju.

Looking at the paved earth pit, Lin Tian glanced at A Cheng on the side with doubts.

But after realizing that Ah Cheng hadn't moved, Lin Tian carefully placed Mo Xiaoju's body in the pit himself.

(End of this chapter)