Two relatively young and strong-looking natives grabbed his shoulders and tried to pull him away from there.

A gunshot alarmed this ancient village. When the natives heard the gunshot, they stared at the sky and the dark woods with bewildered expressions, carefully looking for the source of the sound they had never heard before.

Holly gasped, her index finger always on the trigger. He was originally unwilling to use this pistol, at least here, but for some reason, as soon as he saw the sharp wood against Ding Yiyi's back,

He felt uncomfortable all over.

"Let him go." He said coldly.

The natives stood inexplicably. They couldn't understand his words, but they could understand the expression on his face. Coupled with the weird thing that could emit strange sounds out of the blue, the scene was silent for a while.

Suddenly, everyone made a sound of "scold, scold" again, with their palms raised high, palms facing out. The old chief came over, his hands trembling again, and he spoke quickly in an incomprehensible ancient language, while the others

The natives looked fearful and cautious.

Ding Yiyi felt that the wood against her back had relaxed a lot. She hurriedly stepped forward, and then nimbly ran towards Dongqing.

As soon as her hand touched the corner of his clothes, it was immediately clasped. The hand clasped her hand so tightly that she couldn't help but take a second look.

"Take us to the entrance to the rules." Holly shook the pistol in her hand and deliberately made it look like she was about to fire the trigger in front of the old chief. The old man could understand the meaning of this action.

There was a tense and disgusting smell permeating the scene, and Ding Yiyi's stomach that had just calmed down started churning again. She covered her mouth and retched.

"Mu Mu should!"

"Mu Mu should!"

The weak voice gradually became louder, and the expressions of the natives showed real fear, and their eyes looked towards the nearest person, as if to make sure they heard correctly.

"She's pregnant?" the old native finally said.

Dongqing hesitated whether to nod or not. Obviously, judging from their expressions, the pregnancy was definitely not good news.

"right."

Ding Yiyi straightened up and looked at the old man, "I'm pregnant."

The old man's belly was contracting violently, as if he was constantly inflating and deflating a rubber ball. The huge totem pattern on his belly became smaller and larger.

"There's a disaster, there's a disaster." The old man muttered, and Dongqing heard it. He frowned, and wanted to reach out to grab Ding Yiyi, but the hands escaped.

He was stunned for a moment, feeling a sense of discomfort welling up in his heart, which he quickly suppressed.

The old chief savored the meaning between the lines of her words word for word, and the lines on his belly remained silent for several seconds, "She stays, and I will take you to the Paradise."

Dongqing subconsciously looked at Ding Yiyi, who happened to be looking at her with a hint of worry in her eyes.

His wrist is cold, and the blood in his veins seems to have frozen. Even if he reaches out and knocks it now, it may become hard.

There wasn't much mental activity in my head or even my heart. I just nodded my head lightly, but I couldn't say the words "Okay."

"That girl named Ao Yu is really important to you." Ding Yiyi said suddenly, her tone as calm as if she was chatting with the other party.

The confusion in Dongqing's eyes became more and more intense, but the eager gazes around him made him bury the confusion deep in his consciousness.

He looked at her deeply and said, "Probably."

Ding Yiyi took a deep breath and let it out again. She had already seen the decision in his eyes, so it was useless for her to say more.

"Let's go." She turned around first, and the pointed end of the stick stabbed her back again.

The old chief walked in front of Dongqing, leaning half sideways, as if silently urging him to hurry up.

She walked farther and farther, her pace seemed a little awkward due to the clutter of the woods, and the natives with protruding tailbones cautiously surrounded her.

"Will she die?" he asked softly, but before anyone could respond, he immediately said, "Don't tell me."

His mind had never been so clear-headed and tense. He took two steps forward, suddenly stopped, and reached out to cover his chest.

There was a healthy heart there that had never had a problem for decades, but now there was some messy pain, as if something had gotten into it.

The sound of footsteps could no longer be heard in his ears. He stepped forward and followed the old chief.

Ding Yiyi thought about how to escape. These natives have been living in the woods for a long time, and may have killed many people who tried to reach the Paradise.

These people don't know modern languages ​​and hate women very much. As long as they run away, they probably won't end well if they are caught. But just because these people don't understand modern languages ​​at all, then not running away is the best idea.

Walking to a fine-leafed banyan tree, Ding Yiyi raised her head and saw the dried corpse she had seen when she first arrived on the island. The fragments of clothing wrapped around the corpse were fluttering in the wind.

Ding Yiyi was stabbed again in the back. Ding Yiyi made a sound in pain and could only keep walking forward.
Chapter completed!