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

Chapter 252 Never Back Down

what's going on...

Just as Lao Mo was about to crawl forward with all his strength, he found that the two legs under him were like two piles of scrap meat.

No matter how numb Lao Mo's legs were before, he still exerted some strength.

But let alone using force now, Lao Mo's two legs seemed to be a burden, not to mention useless, they became a drag.

I'm running away...

At this time, Lao Mo had already lost patience with his legs.

After all, he didn't know when Master Qu would come back. If he was caught right now, wouldn't it be a waste of success?

Anxious, Lao Mo turned his head, raised his hand in a rage, and was about to throw it on that unsatisfactory leg, but found that the matter was much more serious than he thought.

"My leg... this..."

When Lao Mo raised his arms and looked at his legs, the large festering area in front of him made him feel very frightened.

The wound on his calf was originally bleeding, but now for some reason, some of the meat on it had slowly rotted away.

The entire calf has become horrible, and pus is still flowing out from time to time.

Seeing such a scene, Lao Mo couldn't help but also lift his heart.

With this kind of virtue, how can it be seen that it is a leg!
Lao Mo, whose face was full of black lines, frowned, and slowly put down the hand that was raised above his head.

Faced with this situation, Lao Mo was a little at a loss, but since his condition had deteriorated, he had no choice but to accept the reality.

Although this reality is cruel, Lao Mo still poked his head out with a cold face.

After taking a closer look at the rotting wound, Lao Mo's eyes were full of despair.

But even so, Lao Mo turned his head cautiously, and looked at the tent not far away with a worried face.

Ok!

When Lao Mo saw that there was no disturbance at the door of the tent, he took a breath.

If Hezi in the tent saw this, it would be even more difficult for Lao Mo to escape in his current state.

Old Mo couldn't care about the injury on his leg, he had to leave this dangerous place first.

Although his entire lower body has lost consciousness, he can still move forward relying on Lao Mo's arm.

"Hmm~"

With a sullen face, Lao Mo put his arms tightly on the ground, and pushed forward firmly with his eyes.

"Whoo~"

For a weak person, this is already very difficult, and Lao Mo's leg is still bleeding badly.

This caused Lao Mo to feel black in front of his eyes after only taking a few steps forward.

He looked at the jungle not far away, and his face turned pale.

Just when Lao Mo was moving into the jungle with all his strength, there was an unexpected sound of hurried footsteps in the dense grass on one side.

anyone?

Old Mo, who was already panting from exhaustion, immediately became vigilant when he heard footsteps from the side.

Master Qu is back?

When Lao Mo thought of this, his expression changed and he panicked immediately.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly used the time now to crawl to his tent quickly.

When Lao Mo touched the closed tent, he immediately turned his head and looked at the grass on the side.

No, not Young Master Qu!

Old Mo lay on the ground thoughtfully, while listening carefully to the footsteps not far away, he held the tent tightly in his hand.

Although Lao Mo wasn't too sure, when he heard the approaching footsteps, he always felt that it was someone he was familiar with.

Lao Mo glanced nervously at the tent in his hand, and immediately thought of something important.

He raised his head abruptly, looked at the grass on the other side, raised the tent in his hand without hesitation, and threw it into the grass with all his might.

Seeing that the tent thrown out by him was directly submerged in the grass, Old Mo immediately heaved a sigh of relief.

He thought silently in his heart, no matter who came, he could not give this tent to anyone.

After all, this is a high-end tent obtained by Lao Mo's desperate efforts. If it is snatched away by others, he will definitely regret it very much.

And just when Lao Mo raised his head and was about to hide aside, a figure quickly walked out of the bushes.

When Lao Mo raised his head and saw the person in front of him, his face was filled with surprise.

And the person standing in front of him was also stunned when he saw that the person lying on the ground was Lao Mo.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, and every place in the jungle looked extraordinarily gloomy.

And somewhere in the woods downstream of the creek, the sound of fighting continued.

Yao Siming, who was knocked to the ground, stretched out his hand indifferently with a cold face, and quickly wiped the blood that had just oozed from his mouth.

And his clothes were already stained red with blood. Even so, Yao Siming still kept a straight face, staring at Master Qu not far away without fear.

"Kill you? I really can't bear it!"

Young Master Qu was frowning, but his cheeks were a little red and swollen, but his body was still clean.

When he compares Yao Siming with this, it can be seen immediately that in the fight between the two, it is always Master Qu who has the upper hand, and although Yao Siming has been attacking non-stop, he rarely touches Qu. Master's body.

But after hearing Master Qu's proud expression, Yao Siming resolutely got up from the ground again.

This is the battle of life and death. Yao Siming stared at Master Qu expressionlessly, and couldn't help but clenched his fists again.

Yao Siming knew very well in his heart that if he lost, he would die a miserable death.

In his eyes, Young Master Qu was just insulting him all the time.

That's why Yao Siming got up immediately after listening to Master Qu's words.

Although Yao Siming knew that he was just a professor, the little boy in front of him was probably a professional fighter.

But even if there is a huge difference in strength, Yao Siming doesn't want to just bow his head and beg for mercy.

In Yao Siming's dictionary, the word "concession" does not exist.

At this time, Yao Siming was staring at Young Master Qu, he gritted his teeth, and once again rushed towards Young Master Qu confidently.

When he saw Master Qu's disdainful expression, Yao Siming immediately raised his fist angrily.

But Young Master Qu, who was standing there, curled his lips without fear, and waited until Yao Siming had rushed in front of him, then he pushed back violently.

For a moment, Yao Siming also felt something was wrong, he immediately turned around, bent over and threw out his fist quickly.

But when facing Yao Siming's fist, Master Qu glanced at Yao Siming's legs calmly.

After seeing the right moment, Master Qu's expression changed, he raised the dagger in his hand without hesitation, and quickly stabbed Yao Siming's inner thigh.

And Yao Siming just touched Master Qu's shoulder, but was completely disturbed by Master Qu's sudden movement.

He quickly withdrew his fist, and fell backwards with horror in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)