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

Chapter 642 Discovery of a wooden boat!

The cripple who was already trembling, subconsciously sighed when faced with this strange situation.

If you were killed by the dense fog, it would be considered euthanasia!

Thinking of this, the already hopeless cripple had this idea in his mind.

After all, he has been on this deserted island for so long, although the cripple has been trying his best to survive.

But in the end, he found that wanting to live was the most extravagant idea.

When the cripple was thinking about it, he raised his head with black lines all over his face.

With the sea breeze that was bitingly cold, a trace of calm appeared on his face.

Just when the cripple turned his head and looked at the sea beside him, he found that there seemed to be a shadow between the thick fog and the sea.

"That……"

The cripple who was about to speak swallowed everything he wanted to say at this moment.

With a nervous face, he looked over carefully and realized that it was actually a boat!

Is it a ship?

I always feel that this is a cripple who is dreaming, or his eyes are wide open.

Unwilling to give up, when he wanted to confirm again, he found that the shadow had disappeared.

That's definitely a boat!
The cripple, longing to escape from this deserted island, thought very clearly.

As long as he can escape, his cold is not worth mentioning at all.

But before he could see clearly, the wooden boat carrying hope had really disappeared.

The cripple with black eyes, although he has a bad cold, always has double images in front of his eyes.

But he, who was already convinced in his heart, had no doubts at all.

"What did you see?"

Mencius, not far away, has been paying attention to the thick fog over there.

He didn't notice it at all, and he didn't know anything at all.

So much so that when he turned his head and glanced at the lame man, he found that the lame man who had been calm just now was kneeling beside the grass, looking at the sea with a full face of excitement.

Meng Zitian, who always felt that the cripple saw something, couldn't wait to ask.

But just after he finished speaking, the cripple beside him shook his head pretending to be calm.

The cripple who didn't want to tell Mencius about this had already begun to guard against Mencius.

Just because of Meng Zitian's attitude towards him before, in the eyes of the cripple, Meng Zitian is already extremely unbearable.

So much so that after hearing Meng Zitian's question, the cripple, who was still a little depressed, immediately changed his expression.

"Dense fog!"

Without hesitation, the cripple staggered up from the ground after replying in a low voice.

He already had a goal, and after seeing the wooden boat, he looked forward to seeing that wooden boat again.

If you see that wooden boat next time, as long as you keep running towards it, you will be saved!

The cripple who had already thought clearly raised his head slowly, while dragging his exhausted body to the beach not far away.

Seeing the lame man's actions, Meng Zitian frowned instantly.

"You are..."

Mencius, who was a bit confused, opened his mouth immediately after watching the cripple's actions.

His throat was already hurting, and after saying this, he felt a little uncomfortable.

But Mencius Tian's words seemed to sink into the ocean.

The cripple who was thinking about the wooden boat had no time to spend with Mencius anymore.

After all, he already got the cold medicine. Although he couldn't bear to kill Meng Zitian, the cripple didn't want to have anything to do with Meng Zitian anymore.

Fend for yourself!

When the cripple crawled towards the beach step by step, he whispered in his heart.

The cripple who left Meng Zitian behind felt a sense of relief that he had never felt before.

But Mencius Tian, ​​who was left in place, immediately noticed something after seeing the resolute look of the lame man.

Cripple looks silly, but the beach is so wet...

"He definitely has a purpose in going there!"

After thinking of this, Mencius immediately cheered up.

No, the cripple must be hiding something from me!
The thoughtful Mencius Tian, ​​after thinking about it for a while, already had a plan.

follow!
Mencius Tian, ​​who also didn't want to be left here, made a decision without hesitation.

Although his current body is extremely weak, in this case, he must crawl over.

Faced with such a situation, Meng Zitian finally stretched out his two arms, and slowly lay down on the ground.

When he moved his body forward with black lines all over his face, he felt a burst of soreness in his heart.

The deputy mayor, the deputy mayor will be reduced to this point!
When Mencius muttered something in his heart, a wry smile appeared on his face.

Thinking of this sentence, he seemed to be mocking himself at this moment.

When he kept moving forward, his wet clothes were already stained with mud.

With a solemn face, he slowly raised his head and looked at the beach not far away, and immediately saw the figure of the lame man.

The same cripple who was drenched all over was crawling faster and faster at this time.

He already had hope in his heart, and kept raising his head, looking at the sea not far away.

boat, boat!
The cripple who was screaming in his heart couldn't care less about the pile of sea water under him.

"Wow~"

When a wave of waves came over, his face became haggard.

Escape from the desert island, you must be able to escape from the desert island!

The cripple, who was still desperate before, moved forward while muttering in his heart.

In a daze before his eyes, he quickly shook his head symbolically.

"What, how could this be?"

The cripple, whose body was getting colder and colder, said this sentence tremblingly, and no longer had any strength left.

He was dizzy, and even though he could barely see the scene ahead, he couldn't get up anyway.

Didn't you take cold medicine?

He always felt that something was wrong, and immediately frowned after thinking of this.

Although the cripple knew very well that his cold had dragged on for so long, it must be incurable.

But counting the four "cold medicines" he took just now, he has already taken five.

No matter how severe the cold is, it won't make the cold medicine fail!

The more he thought about it, the more flustered the cripple became, he still didn't forget to raise his head at this moment.

"Boom~"

But just when the lame man wanted to raise his head again, he found that his head became much heavier.

As soon as he raised his head, he no longer had the strength to support his head.

With a muffled sound, the lame man's entire face was thrown into the sand.

After he swallowed a mouthful of grains of sand, he gradually regained consciousness.

Cold medicine can't be fake!
He fell, and at this moment, it was as if he was woken up.

He was still at a loss just now, but in the next second, he had a trace of doubt.

Is it Mencius?

It can't really be Mencius's tricks!

(End of this chapter)