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

Chapter 790 The Old Man's Collapse
Ever since he ran out of the cave, Lin Tian had worked hard to find Su Mingyu.

After all, in this kind of woods, the ground is full of dry branches and dry branches and the like, and it is useless to find footprints at all.

Lin Tian, ​​who had tried everything, then sighed helplessly.

"This forest is so big, if we keep searching like this, it will be impossible!"

When thinking of this, Lin Tian stopped walking, raised his head, and looked into the distance with a serious face.

When he saw this huge forest, he panicked instantly.

In case Su Mingyu is in danger...

Lin Tian, ​​who looked nervous, had already thought of the worst outcome in his heart at this moment.

And it was this thought that made him, who had just stopped, grit his teeth again, and ran towards the woods not far away.

"Sand~sand~"

When a gust of hot wind blew past, Lin Tian, ​​who started running, quickened his pace without hesitation.

"We must find Su Mingyu!"

Lin Tian, ​​who had made up his mind, turned cold after muttering a word.

And at the end of the woods, in a deserted camp, an old man with a calm face raised his head wearily.

He smelled a burning smell, and after opening his eyes, he was already dazzled by the sunlight.

"It's already noon?"

The old man who just woke up did not have a good rest last night.

Because of Xiaoru's matter, after he brought Xiaoru back from Lin Tian's place, it was already early morning.

That's why the old man, who finally fell asleep, only woke up now.

And just when he was about to stand up with a cold face, he realized that a corner of his clothes was constantly emitting smoke!

"Damn, this, why is this still burning?"

When the old man saw this scene, he, who was originally indifferent, immediately stood up from the tent door.

In a hurry, he complained and frowned solemnly.

He was a little impatient, but he never thought that he would be so confused!
The old man lowered his head, then slowly widened his eyes.

Right now, right under his feet, on the extinguished fire, there were still a few sparks!
"Old, I am definitely old!"

In fact, the old man would open his eyes every day at dawn, and subconsciously extinguish the fire in front of him.

After all, he was guarding the door of the tent, and Xiaoru in the tent was already a bit stuffy, so the old man naturally felt sorry for Xiaoru.

So when the day dawned, no matter whether the old man was asleep or not, he would dig out some soil from the land beside him and cover it on the fire beside him.

It was also like this that Xiao Ru would not be woken up by the heat of the fire in the morning!
But today, the old man discovered that he hadn't extinguished all the flames at all, but left behind some disasters!
He who had already stood up, with a cold face at this moment, stepped forward impatiently.

"Hi~"

With a slight sound, the little spark under the old man's feet was completely extinguished.

But after seeing this scene, the old man felt sorry for his clothes.

Although the burnt coat looked particularly shabby, in the eyes of the old man, it was already a very precious thing.

Although he stole so many clothes, he didn't wear any of them for himself, but gave all of them to Xiaoru.

Even with several big cuts on his coat, he was unwilling to change a piece of clothing.

In the eyes of the old man, Xiaoru's illness is what worries him the most.

Of course, he was not willing to wear such a precious piece of clothing.

So when the old man lowered his head, stretched out his hand helplessly, and wiped the scorched corner of his clothes, he immediately sighed in distress.

"Oh, isn't this a prodigal!"

The old man, whose face turned pale with anxiety, frowned instantly when he saw a big hole in the corner of his clothes.

When he opened his mouth and muttered a very depressing sentence, he felt something was wrong.

Why is it so quiet in the camp?

Where did Zhao Shuai go?
When thinking of this, the old man immediately put down the corner of his clothes, raised his head worriedly, and looked at the entrance of the cave not far away.

The cave, which was originally dark, became much brighter under the sunlight.

But even so, seeing that the cave was still silent, the old man suddenly became curious.

After all, Zhao Shuai last night left the camp because he was angry with him.

"It's because of the clothes..."

When the old man thought of this with a cold face, he instantly became a little nervous.

Fang Li's body is still in the cave!
Seeing the desertedness in the cave, the old man standing not far away immediately panicked.

Anyway, last night's self was too tough.

And Zhao Shuai was so excited because of Fang Li's death!
The old man thought for a while, then nodded resolutely.

"This cave is my territory, I have to take care of this matter!"

Facing the very deserted camp, although the old man's face was full of indifference when he said this, he turned around slowly afterward.

In this sweltering weather, the old man walked towards the tent with a cold face.

"Just give him a little thinner! After all, people are dead, so it's useless to wear thick clothes..."

Just when the old man finished speaking, he had already walked to the tent beside him.

Any pair of pants should be fine...

After thinking about it for a while, the old man raised his head calmly.

But when the old man stretched out his hand, intending to grab a piece of clothing from the top of the tent, he froze in place.

The startled old man never thought that the cloth door of the tent in front of him would be opened again.

The old man with a surprised face was stunned instantly after seeing this scene.

Somewhat at a loss, he looked like a helpless child at this moment.

Already panicked, he simply froze in place. He trembled his lips, but he didn't say a word for a long time.

"Xiao, Xiaoru..."

His voice was also trembling, but he still insisted on taking a step forward.

But it was when he walked to the cloth door that he realized that Xiao Ru, who was locked in the tent by himself, had disappeared at all!
Some old men who did not give up, then trembling, slowly bent their waists.

He poked his head out along the cloth door, and then he couldn't accept it.

Because in the current tent, except for a pile of clothes, there is no trace of Xiaoru at all.

(End of this chapter)