Chapter 642 Samba, Don't Die

tanding, she should be believed first... Besides, Xia Chui Xue wouldn't always be so provocative if she wasn't always trying to stir up trouble..."What did Xia Chuixue tell Qiao Bao'er in the dark"I d...At the stroke of midnight, the palace, devoid of electric lights, was illuminated by rows of flickering candles. The dim glow and dancing golden flames cast an ethereal light upon the palace corridors.

Qiao Ba'er was locked in an iron cage.

Two burly guards came over, and she instinctively shrank back. She was used to the wild men's fierce faces and massive builds. She watched quietly as these two didn't attack her but came over to unlock the iron cage for her.

The savage guard roared at her, {Come out}{Someone is looking for you}

Qiao Baoer lives with Samba and can roughly understand the native language of the wild people. She is still confused and doesn't understand why Tang Yu hit her unconscious and locked her in a cage when he saw her.

Now someone is looking for her.

She subconsciously thought it was Tang Yu who wanted to see her, that maybe she had just misunderstood him before.

Tang Yu wouldn't hurt her.

Qiao Bao'er was on high alert, instinctively gripping the Swiss Army knife in her right hand. This knife was given to her by Samba and she always carried it with her for protection.

However, when Qiao Bao'er followed the two barbarian guards along the palace corridor, turning left and right, for five minutes, she stopped at the door of a room ahead.

Joe Baoer was completely shocked and dumbfounded.

More candles had been lit in the front room, their faint flames providing just enough light for her to see everyone inside. They were all here.

Qiao Baoer's eyes were wide with astonishment and disbelief. For so long, she had been unable to find a single companion, and now, they were all right before her.

When Lu Qinian and the others in the room saw her, they were also shocked. Jun Zhimu stood straight, his deep eyes staring fixedly at her, trying with all his might to restrain the excitement within him.

Qiao Baoer walked in nervously, step by step. Jun Zhimu watched her approach, clearly and steadily.

She had no visible injuries, she looked healthy, and she was alive.

They stared at each other in silence, many words stuck in their throats. The anxiety that weighed on their hearts was palpable, fearing that everything before them was just an illusion.

"Qiao Bao'er, you... you didn't die. You really didn't die. I knew it, you scourge for a thousand years." Lu Qinian spoke first, breaking the silence, his voice trembling with excitement andcoherence.

Qiao Bao'er walked up to them, "…Who is the troublemaker!" Because Lu Qinan's rambling had actually lightened the mood.

"I'm so excited!" Lu Qinan, energized like he had chicken blood, ran over and patted her shoulder, almost knocking her over.

But the shepherd remained silent, his gaze fixed on her with a burning intensity that was impossible to ignore. The moment Qiao Ba'er met his eyes, she was even more shocked to see Samba covered in wounds.

" Samba!"

Jo Baoer's whole body tensed up, she pounced over, subconsciously shaking Samba's massive body. Her entire body was covered in bruises and bloodstains. Samba's whiskers around his mouth were stained with blood, and his rough, massive body remained motionless. His dark skin was cold.

How could this be

Qiao Bao'er's mind was in turmoil for a moment. When she had seen Samba before, he had been fine. How could he be so injured and motionless

"Samba! Samba! Samba!"

Qiao Bao'er lay on the ground, shaking Samba vigorously. She cried out in desperation.

"Samba, wake up, what's wrong Respond to me."

Qiao Baoer kept shaking him, urging him impatiently. Samba's body was icy cold, motionless. Qiao Baoer's hands were covered in Samba's blood, and a fear of death arose in her heart.

Jun Zhimu and Lu Qinnan immediately looked at each other, their hearts filled with doubt, wondering why Qiao Baier was so nervous.

While Raphael in the corner, a slight smile crept onto his lips.

" Samba, Samba, wake up! " Qiao Bao'er tried every way to wake Samba, her eyes red with worry. " ... Who hurt you so badly"

When Qiao Bao'er's gaze fell on the bullet wound on Samba's left chest, she suddenly stopped.

Her throat tightened, and she looked up stiffly. Her eyes were glazed over as she stared at Junzhi牧, Lu Qinan, and the others.

"You, it was you who used the gun to kill Samba"

qiao Bao'er's eyes were bloodshot, her anger burning uncontrollably. She choked back sobs and asked in a trembling voice.

When Junzhi Mu was looked at by her gaze, his heart felt like it was being pounded heavily, unable to utter a word in response. Lu Qinian and the others, seeing her expression, were even more surprised and didn't know how to explain it.

"Samba, Samba you will not die."

Qiao Bao'er was completely flustered. She mumbled, "Samba, you can't die." Her hands kept checking Samba's gunshot wounds. She wanted to treat Samba's injuries, but Samba had too many wounds, and she panicked and became disoriented.

Qiao Baoer truly realized that modern weapons, no matter how strong and massive the savages were, were devastating against them. When firearms or bullets hit a vital spot, the savages would die.

She had no heart to blame, no heart to berate. She just wanted Samba to come back to life.

She seemed utterly distraught, one moment sniffing Samba's nose for his breath, the next pressing against the bleeding wound on his body. She didn't know what to do.

Samba, he seems to have stopped breathing.

Qiao Bao'er cried out in a hurry, choking back tears, but they couldn't help but stream down her face.

Junzhi's mu squatted beside her, he wanted to say something, but Qiao Baoer grabbed his hand tightly and pleaded, "...save him."

"Please, hurry and save him, please Will you"

"How could you, even if Samba had a conflict with you, you shouldn't..." Qiao Bao'er cried out in fear, "Samba wouldn't hurt people for no reason, he's very peaceful, he wouldn't harm others on his own."

"Samba, don't die, don't die!"

Lu Qinan and everyone else hadn't expected things to turn out this way at all.

"...He, he still has a heartbeat."

Jun's hand pressed against Samba's chest, his voice low and complicated.

Perhaps Junzhi's hands were pressing hard on Samba's wound in the vital area, the intense pain jolting Samba awake from his deep unconsciousness.

Qiao Baoer's eyes were misty with tears, a mixture of shock and joy. She almost pressed her face against Samba's bristly beard. "Samba!" she cried urgently.

Samba saw her, and he had so much to say. But the pain was too great. Samba had never felt this weak before. He could no longer speak, and with a feeble whisper, he murmured in his native tongue.

Samba said he waited for her outside the palace wall's hole, he waited for a long time, 'an hour', the sun went down, and they were going home together.

Qiao Bao'er wept openly.

She forgot that Samba's "one hour" had made him wait for a long time.ening to the Jun family recently, including missing his 80th birthday this year. Taking advantage of Zhiyan's small birthday, he wants everyone to relax a bit.Ke Jun sat gracefully at the dinner table...