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

Chapter 923 Tragic encounter

It was already afternoon, and there was a figure standing in a clearing not far from the woods.

Meng Zitian, whose face was full of exhaustion, opened his eyes slightly, and already smelled the smell of urine on his body.

With a pale face, even though he had already taken a cold medicine, his body was too weak, so he couldn't stand it even now.

He originally wanted to find the man with the birthmark, but after searching for so long, it was all in vain.

With a tired face, he never thought that he would walk on the deserted island for so long while dragging his seriously ill body.

He wanted to find the man with the birthmark and trick him into catching a cold, and then slowly stretched out his hand.

When Meng Zitian supported his hand on the big tree beside him, a trace of sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.

His heart was full of sourness, and after feeling the sweetness, he immediately bent down without hesitation.

"Whoo~"

As Mencius panted heavily in a low voice, the sun in the sky gradually became darker.

However, he didn't care about this matter at all. In fact, he was already extremely miserable now.

He was originally a respectable person in society, who would have thought that he would end up like this!

Mencius, who was a little irritable, then sat down slowly under the big tree beside him.

Seeing that there was no movement at all in the surrounding woods, a trace of indifference gradually appeared on his face.

After walking for so long, his legs were already a little out of control.

So when he raised his head solemnly, his two hands gradually stretched out.

When he lowered his head and carefully observed his two legs, his pale complexion frowned instantly.

Meng Zitian, who was still suffering from a cold, never imagined that right now, his legs were already swollen beyond recognition.

His body was still trembling a little, but he didn't even have the demeanor of a deputy mayor.

He had to wrap his clothes up and down, but now he looked more like a street mouse that everyone shouted and beat.

"Damn it, I still don't believe it, the man with the birthmark can still disappear!"

He didn't think about the other Mencius at all, and then he gritted his teeth and said something viciously.

But even so, there was still a trace of helplessness on his face.

But after searching for him for so long, he found nothing. If he continues to search...

When Meng Zitian took another look at his own two legs, he felt a little withdrawn.

Anyway, is it really not easy to find a man with a birthmark?
With a serious face, he endured the pain, and slowly used his own arm to beat on his two legs.

He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and what was even more uncomfortable was his head.

He has a very serious cold. At this time, what he lacks most is cold medicine.

And if the man with the birthmark couldn't be found all this time, wouldn't he be going to die here?

At the thought of the word death, Meng Zitian felt a chill down his back.

With a dignified face, he frowned nervously.

It was at this time that the sky, which was still sunny and sunny just now, suddenly blew a breeze.

And the gust of wind that hit Meng Zitian's body was actually so icy cold.

The biting cold wind made him, who had already had a bad cold, tremble immediately.

He was aching all over, but at this moment, he showed an even more indifferent face.

"What a bad weather!"

After cursing, Meng Zitian slowly curled up.

He was in a particularly complicated mood, but he didn't know at all that at this moment, a cloud of dark clouds floated over from nowhere in the sky at the fastest speed.

When this dark cloud floated over Mencius Tian's head, he felt an even more piercing cold wind.

He was shivering from the cold, and then he realized something was wrong.

Because just in the sky of Mencius, when he shook his body slightly, a drop of rain had already fallen on the top of his head.

rain?
Feeling a little unbelievable, he raised his head with a dark yellow complexion.

In the silent woods, when Mencius raised his head and looked up, the dark cloud above his head began to rain lightly without mercy.

"Sand~sand~"

When the sound of raindrops came, Meng Zitian, who had widened his eyes, suddenly felt a trace of despair.

God wants to kill me?

He was full of grievances in his heart, and then he muttered with a solemn expression.

After all, in his situation, the most taboo thing is rainy days.

Besides, when he wanted to move aside, his transparency once again dripped a string of raindrops.

When Meng Zitian, who had a dignified face, felt a chill, a trace of panic appeared on his face.

"Damn it, it's really raining!"

Mencius Tian, ​​whose voice was already hoarse, was drenched in rain.

And he, who was already cold all over, how could he stand up here at this moment?
So when Mencius frowned and yelled heart-piercingly, his two arms were already supported by his feet.

When a gust of cool wind hit his face, he was a little overwhelmed, and immediately clenched his teeth, wanting to stand up from the ground.

After all, at this time, his two legs had become extremely painful.

His body was also a little stiff, and after feeling the pattering raindrops, his solemn face instantly turned cold.

When a string of icy raindrops still slapped on the top of his head, the pale-faced Mencius panicked instantly.

"Hi~"

Following a burst of heart-piercing pain, Meng Zitian clenched his teeth.

He let out a muffled sound, then sighed slowly.

Not knowing what to do, he slowly stood up from the ground with his own efforts.

Anyway, can't stay here any longer!
When Meng Zitian noticed that the raindrops seemed to be falling bigger and bigger, a trace of despair appeared on his face.

But just when he thought of this, while he was drenched in raindrops, he raised his head anxiously.

In the woods filled with the sound of raindrops, as soon as Mencius raised his head, he immediately set his gaze on the path not far away.

Although he has not been here a few times despite the heavy rain, he has stayed on this deserted island for so long after all.

He was still very aware of the environment here, so that when he frowned, an idea had already appeared in his mind.

But Meng Zitian, who suddenly hesitated, was naturally a little nervous.

Because at this moment, his eyes were falling on the camp not far away.

(End of this chapter)