But I didn't do anything to the demon girl in the end, not because I couldn't kill people, but because I really didn't have the power to kill, through the deep night, I fell asleep, no matter how I insisted on hoping to hold on to it until dawn with my eyes open, but in the end I still fell down in the rubble.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying on top of a pile of delicate branches, which were not too far from where I had slept yesterday, but much drier, and not far from me, a milky white sackclothed enchantress was once again tied hand and foot and thrown under a giant tree, and her face was as cold as ice, and fortunately her eyes were once again covered. I couldn't figure out if she was awake or still unconscious.

The towering ancient trees shaded the sunlight tightly, and I could only see the light through the sandy beach dozens of meters away, which meant that it was already daytime, and within a glance, many tree species around me gave me a sense of familiarity, they were very similar to the plants on my "desert island", at least they looked very similar, but they were taller, and the age of the trees was at least thousands of years, and under the trees was not the mud that could be seen everywhere on my desert island, but a pile of rocks covering the surface, even if there were leaves, It may have been blown into the crevices by the sea breeze, and it rotted and melted with the rain, and eventually became fertilizer.

The stones were very special, and even so, the surface of the stones had a very distinct phosphorescence, which made the stones appear closer to silver, which was strange, and I was sure that the phosphorescence was not "phosphorus", after all, on this dry coast, if it was phosphorus, it would have been ignited by the heat and burned the towering tree without a trace.

At this time, she was wearing the "work clothes" that had no sleeves, squatting on the ground and polishing the tip of the spear, and found that I woke up with my body propped up, so she walked to me with a spear and a few steps.

I'm a little afraid of her with a weapon, this girl's temperament really makes me feel the pulse, maybe it was caused by the wrong name I gave her a few days ago, other people's daughters are called "winter plum", "winter apricot", "spring peach" or something, and in modern times, you can also call it "Ziqi", "Zihan", but I just called her a "tiger girl", causing her to almost kill me when she was mad at sea...... Isn't it?

But such a woman, who always grovels to me as if she wants to change her image, as she does now, is once again lying on the ground and holding my handcuff up to return to me, I actually wish that she could neither pose as a slave nor have the heart to kill me, but take a median value, how normal is it?

This is the problem of language barriers, no matter what, I have to learn to communicate with them as soon as possible, teach them Chinese as soon as possible, at least to ensure simple communication, of course, later I realized how stupid my idea is, they are used to communicating in indigenous languages, and formed groups, and I unconsciously learned a lot of indigenous words, and in the end, our communication became extremely strange, a large number of indigenous languages as daily language, but Chinese has become only need "adjectives", "allusion idioms" or some" Formal occasions" will only be used, of course, and these will be a few years away.

I took the handcuff in the face of the tiger's submissiveness, and I could understand that she was showing her loyalty to me, that she was only keeping it for me, and I didn't say anything more, and I really didn't have the strength to say it, but still lay on my side on the pile of branches with my head on one arm.

It may be that she was in too much of a hurry when she broke off the branches, and the back of the tiger's hand was cut in many small places, but she fell on the ground and touched the spear again, and then raised it again above her head, I don't understand whether she meant to give me the spear or let me help her "open the light", both are possible, after all, I am her "Shanna", as I interpreted before, is their sun.

One by one, she brought out a lot of parts from around the pile of branches to me again and again, in addition to this spear she had just polished, there was also a jug full of water, I looked at it, it was the one I saved last night by urinating, I was not thirsty, apparently someone had fed me "water" in my sleep, well, it could be some other "liquid", whatever, anyway, there is no strange taste in my mouth now!

I took a few sips, and the fresh water that had been my eyes so longing hours ago now ran down the corners of my mouth and down my chest and down the torn pants, and it was like a lifetime away from me.

Smash the taste in my mouth, but I found that the water in the jar has a faint sulfur taste, and it is a little salty, this is not the saltiness of seawater, and the composition of salt is far from the concentration of seawater, but this strange fresh water immediately turned a term in my mind: "hot spring", followed by another term that gave me a headache, "volcano".

But when I stood up and turned over the rocks under my feet, there was no black mud layer under the stones caused by the cooling of the volcanic magma, and I touched the surface of the earth, and I didn't feel any temperature changes, which made me feel a lot more relieved. How can there be a volcano where there is a beach?

I looked at the tiger girl suspiciously, and asked about the source of the water in my hand, and the tiger girl who was carrying the water jug to the demon girl pointed to a direction in the woodland with her finger, and then she didn't make a sound, but kicked the demon girl's chest with her foot, I thought she would squat down to feed the water, but I didn't expect the barbarian girl to take the water jug and splash it directly on the head of the demon girl, and then walked around with a spear without looking back, with a vigilant look on her face.

I squatted on the ground and watched as the witch used her tongue to lick as much water as possible around her mouth, which was regarded as "drinking" water to quench her thirst.

What's the most thrilling thing in the world? That must be "two women fighting", what about the more thrilling? , which is nothing more than "two tigresses desperate". I must engrave this warning motto in my head and recite it every day.

For the tiger girl and the demon girl, in fact, this is not necessarily the personal grudge between the two, they come from different tribes, and even more, they may be matrilineal clan tribes, then, in their territory, only one female leader is allowed to have many rights, and the other women have become the "pregnant" body of the tribe, perhaps, this is the life-and-death struggle between the tiger girl and the demon girl.

I leaned down and dipped my fingers in some water and fed it into the witch's mouth, she was surprised at first, but seemed to understand that this was my kindness, and actually opened her mouth wide and waited like this, this action was a bit of coke, she simply lifted the jar and poured it gently into her mouth, this was the first time I saw her smile, and there was some satisfaction in the smile, until she closed her mouth and shook her head at me as if she was full, I stopped the jug in my hand, and the water droplets stayed down the corners of her mouth to her neck and then spilled on her long hair, which was moving, The frost on her face seemed to melt away from the water, and in a few moments she opened her mouth again, but she stopped drinking, and only after a few attempts did I realize that she was trying to get me to dip my index finger in the water and put it in her mouth again.

This made me feel funny all of a sudden, compared to the tiger girl, the existence of the demon girl is closer to domestic women, at least she is cute, more like a woman.

At the same time, a bold idea floated through my head, and in fact, I had already done it subconsciously before it was born.

"I took off the strip of cloth that was wrapped around her eyes!"

The ancestors gave us black eyes, but the indigenous woman in front of us made these eyes so vivid, but we who live in modern society only use it to roll all kinds of white eyes!

But the moment the strip of cloth landed, I realized what a mistake I had made!