Chapter 825: Natives?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Soon, all the inhabitants hurried out of their hos. They climbed down the staircases and jumped onto their boats, rowing quickly towards the beach.
Everyone’s gaze was fixated on Fang Xinxin and Bai Qinghao. Their expressions were filled with awe as they looked at Fang Xinxin.
Many won were clearly interested in Bai Qinghao’s muscular build and his handso features.
The n also appeared hungry as they stared at Fang Xinxin.
Bai Qinghao frowned unhappily. His expression beca especially cold and ruthless and the atmosphere instantly beca tense.
The n on the beach sensed his frigid gaze and finally restrained themselves a little.
The crowd naturally moved apart for them. A young man with a tallic scepter ca forward while everyone else remained behind him respectfully.
The man appeared indifferent. He had a firm and lean figure and wore a crown made of feathers on his head. He was shirtless and wore a pair of shorts that ca up to his knees. Based on everyone’s respectful deanor, it appeared that he was the leader of this village.
Fang Xinxin and Bai Qinghao were also sizing up the people here.
Most of the n were wearing shorts while the won were dressed in… ‘bikinis’.
More accurately, they were a very thin strip of fabric around their chest and a pair of extrely short shorts. Their figures were barely concealed.
The clothes they wore were colorful, as if patched together with many fabrics.
Perhaps it was due to the difficult lives they led or the place they were located at, but their skin tones were very dark.
The young man with a scepter said sothing and a middle-aged man stepped into the water and pushed Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin’s raft onto land.
The inhabitants appeared to be whispering among themselves. However, Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin could not understand them well.
They did not appear to be speaking in a recognisable language, but were instead using their local, aboriginal language.
All the houses seed to be made by hand from wood. This was not the appearance of a beautiful resort. Even the roofs of the hos were made with grass.
They did not see any base stations nearby. None of the locals appeared to own a phone either.
Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin imdiately understood the situation and were very disappointed.
Their hopes quickly diminished.
However, only a few of the inhabitants here were daring enough to only use a few pieces of leaves to cover up. Most of them were dressed in modern clothes.
This ant that the people here had to be sowhat educated.
At the very least, they had to have a way to contact the outside world.
Right now, they needed to ask for help to reach out to the people in their hos.
But the language barrier was a serious problem.
Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin got off their raft and stepped onto the shore. When the inhabitants saw the worn out clothes they were wearing…
Fang Xinxin’s shirt had beco sleeveless. She had used the sleeves to make the straps for their basket.
Bai Qinghao’s shirt was also repeatedly used to hold items. It was extrely wrinkled and torn.
Their expensive and luxury-branded outfits had beco worn and torn. They appeared nearly like beggars.
The inhabitants’ gaze turned very sympathetic.
Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin exchanged looks. They felt depressed. Both of them had a self-assured and confident disposition. To think they would be sympathized with!
The people here must think that they were refugees.
The man holding the scepter said sothing, but they both could not understand him. Their expressions were blank.
They watched as he stepped forward. There was a glint in his eyes as he opened his arms to embrace Fang Xinxin.
Bai Qinghao imdiately stepped forward to stop him.. He spat out coldly. “Scram!”
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