Chapter 629 Apologizing to Samba

ely gone out of control.At last, Pei Yi hugged the giant Domineering Bone Dominoes box and then threw himself into his grandmother's arms. The arrogant young master actually cried, and cried non-stop....Qiao Bao'er fell from the tree.

She landed on her bottom first, her whole body crashing to the ground with a thud. Like a broken ragdoll, she lay there. Her limbs were twisted into an unnatural and unsettling position because she was paralyzed from head to toe. She felt no pain, couldn't move, nor could she stretch or extend her limbs.

> She might have broken bones, but she felt nothing. A wave of fear washed over her, filling her with terror so intense that she couldn't even close her eyes. She stared blankly, lifelessly, as if staring into oblivion.

But she still had a heartbeat, she could still look at this strange, terrifying island.

In a short while, she heard a flurry of sounds approaching, like some enormous beast running, making the ground tremble slightly with each step. Qiao Ba’er was utterly hopeless, unable to move or dodge, waiting for death to come.

It's Samba!

Samba was resting behind a large rock in the distance. Hearing the noise over here, he slowly got up his massive body, took a glance, and immediately ran over.

Sambo swayed her back and forth, muttering hurriedly. Even with his bushy beard and menacing appearance, you could feel Sambo's anxiety; he was worried about her.

Qiao Bao'er suddenly had hot eyes, and two lines of tears flowed out.

She thought it was incredibly awful, so terrible. Samba was actually worried about her at this time, and she suspected him, alienated him, and even took his knife. She repeatedly wanted to run away.

qiao Bao'er now can't move her mouth, she can't speak. She is filled with guilt and really wants to apologize to Samba.

The more she cried, the harder she cried. She was alone on this deserted island, constantly telling herself to hold on, to be strong, to be strong. Don't cry, don't be a drama queen, but tonight she didn't care. She cried like a child, her throat only producing hoarse whimpers, tears streaming out uncontrollably.

Samba's massive frame stiffened, his twin black eyes, usually so full of life, widened in alarm as he stared at Qiao Bao'er, her face contorted with grief. He was on edge, unsure how to react.

Sampa had never been in such a situation, appearing frightened and at a loss.

At first, when he found the female cub in the forest, he was surprised because she was too skinny and ugly. Samba felt empathy for her and was sure that the cub had been abandoned, just like he had been left to fend for himself in the forest by his family when he was a child. He decided to take her back to the meadow and give her food.

Samba has always lived near the slopes. He sometimes goes to the market to trade things, but he rarely goes because Reina and the chief chase him away. He has been alone since birth, and always will be.

Now this little cub is going to die!

Samba immediately scooped Qiao Bao'er up in his arms, roughly shaking her limp and lifeless body. He shouted at her frantically, as if trying to ascertain if she had any reaction, if she was truly dead.

Even with such frantic shaking, Qiao Baoer remained unconscious. She couldn't move her limbs, but she saw Samba's sharp, dark eyes filled with tension, helplessness, and worry.

I never thought that Samba, that mindless savage, would be so heartbroken over her death.

Qiao Baoer herself felt that she was about to die.

At this moment, Qiao Baoer's heart was surprisingly calm. It was as if she had seen through the world's illusions. She had originally thought that she would die on this island without even a grave, not even a trace of her remains. Now, at least there was an indigenous savage who mourned for her. It could be considered a blessing.

Night, stars are studded, the Milky Way is brilliant.

Sampa sat there, helplessly holding her, leaning against a large rock. There was no fire crackling in the darkness. His eyes were dim as he stared down at her, motionless, like someone in deep mourning.

As time passed, Qiao Baoer remained conscious in her mind, though she felt nothing in her limbs. Her heart continued to beat, and her body temperature seemed to stay stable. She could hear with her ears and see with her eyes.

She seems to be temporarily unable to die, like a plant in a state of complete paralysis.

By the next morning, Samba seemed to understand that the cub he had picked up wasn't dead, just stiff.

Samba became a chatterbox, leaning close to Qiao Baoer's ear and whispering a lot.

Sambo seemed to want to heal her. He held her carefully in his arms, walking along the path. He saw a small, purple, slender plant and plucked it. With his left hand, he forcefully rubbed the plant into juice, which slowly dripped into Qiao Bao'er's mouth.

Qiao Bao'er had a bitter, grassy taste in her throat. Samba pulled five plants of this purple medicinal herb and crushed them into juice to feed her.

Then Samba kept walking, he found another plant with leaves like bananas, he picked a lot of leaves and wrapped Qiao Baoer inside them, completely covering her from the outside in. Qiao Baoer was like the meat filling of a zongzi, her nose smelled all kinds of fresh grassy scents from the plants.

All day long, Samba tormented her like this. He even found a vine, one that had no sap, and placed it on the rocks. Then with another stone, he pounded the vine to pulp. And after splitting Qiao Bao'er's mouth open with his big fingers, he stuffed the plant pulp into her throat, forcing her to swallow.

Qiao Bao'er felt very uncomfortable. Samba had fed her a lot of things, bitter, astringent, numb, spicy, all kinds of flavors. She couldn't move and couldn't refuse. Looking at Samba's earnest efforts, she sighed inwardly.

Samba thought the cub he had found was sick. He didn't know how to cure her, so he fed her every kind of effective herb he knew.

This is like putting a band-aid on a broken leg.

Qiao Baoer had been tormented by him for three days. She felt that even if she hadn't died from the previous poisoning, she would be killed by Samba's strange herbs.

Where on earth do you get that kind of medical treatment

But Qiao Bao'er also accepted her fate. Samba was a primitive savage, how could he think so much He had already done his best, and the fact that he never gave up on her truly moved her deeply.

This big, burly wild man, Samba, never leaves her side. As a modern woman, she is complex and suspicious, often looking down on Samba's intelligence. It's truly shameful.

Sambo led Qiao Bao'er toward the marketplace because there were more wild people there, and he thought it might cure her.

Day and night, Samba traveled tirelessly. Even at night, he was on the road.

Samba ate very casually, plucking a few pieces of cactus leaves and stuffing them into his mouth haphazardly as he walked and chewed. He left all the water in his canteen for Qiao Baoer. His rough hands would carefully feed her water, and knowing that Qiao Baoer was afraid of the scorching sun, Samba picked several large leaves to cover her body.

Qiao Baoer was deeply touched, “ ... I'm sorry, Samba, I shouldn't have run away.”

Samba suddenly stopped, looking down at her with his dark eyes wide.

qiao Baoer's brain reacted slowly, and after a long time, she realized, "I can speak!" She shouted in a loud voice.

Samba's expression seemed to freeze for a moment, then he suddenly excitedly shouted at her, as if overcome with joy. He kept shaking her, lifting her high into the air and catching her again before throwing her up once more.

She was even more pale and sickly after being ravaged by Samba.

Qiao Baoer wanted to curse, but seeing that he was her savior... ah forget it. you've lived here for so long, I don't seem to have met your family. Did all your relatives go abroad""At your age, have you gotten married Women, if you find someone suitable, you should fight for i...