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

Chapter 672

So much so that when the cripple raised his head and saw the palm in front of Meng Zitian, he immediately became agitated.

Cold medicine!
When he was staring at the cold medicine, he didn't know that Mencius was looking at him proudly.

Mencius, who was squatting on the beach, raised his head subconsciously after seeing the miserable appearance of the lame man.

In fact, this time Meng Zitian was not only for the cold medicine, but also because of the lame man.

He is very vengeful, and he can't forget how the cripple treated him not long ago.

Who told you to kill me with a stone?

This time I will let you know what it means to be too late to regret!

Meng Zitian, who was angry, got the cold medicine that could save his life, so at this time, his face was naturally full of complacency.

When Mencius lowered his head, on the rough palm was the pill that haunted him.

"Then I will, I will not be polite!"

When he said these words, Meng Zitian felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

In front of the lame man, he then stretched out his hand, wanting to pick up the precious cold medicine.

But just as Mencius stretched out his hand, the cripple who was paralyzed by the side immediately turned cold.

"You, is it useful for you to take cold medicine? Please, give me the medicine, give me the medicine!"

After seeing Meng Zitian's actions, the cripple became anxious immediately.

This cold medicine is his own, how could he let Meng Zitian take it?

When the cripple opened his mouth, wanting to grab it back righteously, his tone became weaker.

His voice was also a little hoarse, but at this moment it seemed more like he was begging Mencius for heaven.

With the pitiful look of the cripple, the situation became awkward in an instant.

But after hearing the cripple's words, the birthmark man who was squatting aside began to get a little impatient.

"Find me something?"

After listening to the cripple's heartfelt words, the birthmark man didn't mean to pity him.

After all, in the eyes of the birthmark man, the cripple was useless.

At least he thinks that cold medicine is the same for everyone, so it's better to give it to a sensible and intelligent person.

Anyway, he just came to this deserted island, and relying on Mencius's mind, he can avoid some detours.

So when he heard the lame man's limp protest, he was instantly enraged.

He frowned, then turned his head unceremoniously, and gave the lame a white look angrily.

"I……"

After seeing the look in the eyes of the man with the birthmark, the cripple obviously felt a bit embarrassed.

He was a little desperate, and in this situation, he had no other way to go except begging the two of them.

When he lowered his head slowly and his eyes were red, Meng Zitian on the other side had a cold face and threw the cold medicine in his palm into his mouth without hesitation.

With a bitter taste, Meng Zitian cheered up instantly.

It is really a cold medicine, this time I can be regarded as saved!
Mencius, who was overjoyed, could finally breathe a sigh of relief at this moment.

But the lame man who is happy and sad while paralyzed by the side is not so lucky.

After seeing Meng Zitian take cold medicine, he suddenly realized.

Mencius also caught a cold?
His eyes widened, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him at all.

He never expected that Meng Zitian, who was always by his side, would also catch a cold.

The surprised cripple immediately thought of Mencius Tian, ​​who was dying.

Physical weakness, coughing, and the Meng Zitian he saw had a bad cold just like himself!

When the cripple figured it out, he instantly showed a trace of anger.

"You, you liar, you've been fucking lying to me!"

The cripple who finally came to his senses raised his head and saw Meng Zitian's indifferent face.

He looked at Meng Zitian with a ferocious face, wishing he could kill Meng Zitian immediately.

For the lame man, he had been kept in the dark for so long.

And what he couldn't accept the most was the so-called "cold medicine" that Mencius gave himself.

The cripple, who only turned around to think about it now, immediately noticed the problem.

Cold medicine, even cold medicine is fucking fake!
The sad and angry cripple pointed at Mencius angrily and cursed at the same time.

He had already lost hope, and he couldn't care less about the existence of the birthmark man at this moment.

Since Meng Zitian is so heartless, then I should have killed him directly in the first place!

He began to feel a little regretful, and was looking at Meng Zitian helplessly.

Facing the cripple's questioning, Meng Zitian, who had already taken cold medicine, did not feel guilty at all.

He was raising his head at this moment, and he was more like a winner.

"Oh, you're just a dog!"

Mencius, who no longer takes the cripple seriously, doesn't need to cling to the cripple anymore.

Right in front of his eyes, the man with the birthmark became his backer.

And this cripple!

Unceremoniously, he stared at the cripple regardless of any old feelings.

With the sound of waves, Meng Zitian's words were more like a sharp knife, directly inserted into the lame man's body.

The cripple clenched his teeth, and while soaking in the cold sand, his eyes widened viciously.

Faced with such insults, the cripple had had enough.

Since he came here, he hasn't eaten a full meal, and isn't it all because of Mencius?

"Inhumane, inhumane..."

Because of the persistent high fever, the lame man at this time seemed to be starting to go crazy.

He was muttering all the time, his chapped lips that were bleeding out were swaying in the wind.

Seeing the lame man like this, Meng Zitian didn't care, then turned around and struggled to crawl his body.

Moving his arms on the beach, he moved directly in front of the man with the birthmark.

He who has lost his dignity, although he has done his best in front of the lame man, but in front of the birthmark man, his face is worthless.

When the birthmark man lowered his head and glanced at Mencius Tian, ​​a smile appeared on his face immediately.

But the cripple who has been on the beach still has no private message.

Killing Meng Zitian must have killed this liar!
Unable to control his lameness, he gritted his teeth and frantically searched for something on the beach.

Seeing the dim environment around him, the cripple didn't flinch in the slightest.

With a blank face, when he turned his head, he saw a reef not far away at a glance.

"Meng Zitian, you will die badly, you will die badly..."

The cripple who has been muttering doesn't care about cold medicine anymore.

With a heart filled with hatred, she only thought of killing Mencius to relieve her anger.

On the pitch-black beach, when Meng Zitian raised his head and looked at the man with the birthmark, the cripple who had been paralyzed by the side started to move.

(End of this chapter)