Chapter 642

In the early hours of the morning, there were no electric lights in the palace, but candles were lit. The faint light and the golden flame beat, dimly illuminating the palace corridor. Qiao Baoer is locked in an iron cage.

Two strong savage guards came over, and she sat down subconsciously. Later, she was used to the savage's fierce face and huge physique. She watched quietly. Instead of attacking her, the two savages came to unlock the cage for her.

Savage guards yell at her, [come out] [someone's looking for you]

Living with samba, Qiao bao'er can probably understand the aboriginal language of savages. She is still in a muddle. She can't figure out why Tang Yu knocked her unconscious when she saw her and locked her in an iron cage.

Now someone's looking for her.

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

Tang Yu can't hurt her.

Qiao bao'er is alert all over. She subconsciously holds the Swiss Army knife in her right hand. Samba gave her the knife. She always carries it on her body to protect herself.

However, when Qiao bao'er followed the two savage guards along the palace corridor, turned left and right, and walked for five minutes, she stood in front of a room.

Qiao Baoer was shocked and stunned.

There were more candles in the room in front of her, and the faint wax light was enough for her to see all the people in the room, they, they were here.

Junzhimu, Lu Qinan and so many of them are here.

Qiao bao'er's eyes were shocked. She couldn't find half a partner for such a long time, and they were all in front of her now.

Lu Qinan in the room was shocked when they saw her. Junzhimu stood up straight and looked at her with a pair of deep eyes. They tried their best to restrain their inner excitement.

Qiao bao'er walks in step by step, and Jun Zhimu looks at her step by step.

She's not traumatized, she looks healthy, she's alive.

Looking at each other in silence, many words choked in the throat, suppressing the anxiety in my heart, for fear that everything in front of me was just a mirage.

"Qiao bao'er, you, you are not dead, you are not dead, I knew that your disaster left thousands of years." Lu Qinan took the lead in breaking the silence and was very excited and incoherent.

Qiao bao'er came up to them and said "... Who is the evil!" Because Lu Qinan's words made everyone relaxed.

"I'm just so happy." Lu Qinan ran to beat her on the shoulder, and the strength almost knocked her down.

But junzhimu didn't speak and looked at her with eyes full. This burning sight can't be ignored. When Qiao bao'er looked at him, she was even more shocked to find that Samba was full of scars.

"Samba!"

Qiao bao'er was nervous and rushed over. She subconsciously shook Samba's huge body. She was covered with bruises and blood stains. Samba's beard was covered with blood, but her coarse and huge body was still, and her dark skin was cold.

How could that be?

Qiao Baoer's brain was in a mess for a moment. When she saw Samba before, he was still well. How could he hurt so much? How could he not move.

"Samba! Samba! Samba

Qiao bao'er was lying on the ground, shaking Samba hard, and yelling anxiously.

"Samba, wake up. What's the matter with you? You should tell me."

Qiao bao'er constantly shakes him and shouts impatiently to urge him. Samba's body is cold and motionless. Qiao bao'er's hand is stained with samba's blood, and his heart is filled with fear, the fear of death.

Junzhimu and Lu Qinan immediately look at each other, wondering why Qiao bao'er is so nervous.

Rafael, standing in the corner, raised his mouth slightly and laughed.

"Samba, samba, wake up Anyway, Qiao bao'er wakes up samba, and her eyes turn red Who beat you so hard? "

When Qiao Baoer's vision saw the bullet mark on Samba's left chest, she suddenly stopped.

She choked and looked up stiffly. She looked at Jun Zhimu, Lu Qinan and others in confusion.

"You, you killed Samba with your guns?"

Qiao bao'er's red eyes, angry, choking, intermittent questioning.

Junzhimu was looked at by her eyes, his heart seemed to be heavily beaten, unable to answer. Lu Qinan and all of them were surprised to see her look and didn't know how to explain it.

"Samba, samba, you're not going to die."

Qiao Baoer was flustered. She muttered to herself, "samba, you won't die." Both hands constantly check Samba's gunshot wound, she wants to deal with the wound for samba, but Samba has too many wounds, she is flustered and confused.

Qiao bao'er really realized that modern weapons against savages, no matter how strong and huge savages, are also vulnerable to a single blow. If the bullet hits the key point, savages will die.

She was not in the mood to blame, she was not in the mood to abuse, and she wanted Samba to live.

Her whole body seems to be in a state of confusion. For a moment, she is sniffing Samba's nose and pressing the bleeding wound of samba. She doesn't know what to do.

Samba, I don't think I'm breathing.

Qiao bao'er cried out in a hurry, choking. She didn't cry out, but her tears couldn't help flowing.

Junzhimu squats beside her. He wants to say something. Qiao Baoer grabs him tightly with his backhand, pleading, "save him."

"I beg you, save him quickly, will you?"

"How can you, even if Samba has a conflict with you, you can't..." Qiao bao'er cried out in fear, "Samba won't hurt others for no reason, he's very peaceful, he won't take the initiative to hurt others."

"Samba, don't die, don't die."

Lu Qinan and all of them didn't expect this to happen.

"... he, he and the heartbeat."

Junzhimu's hand pressed on Samba's heart. His voice was deep and complex.

Maybe junzhimu's hands pressed the key wound of samba. The irritating pain made the severely comatose Samba open his eyes.

Qiao bao'er's eyes were dim with tears, and she was surprised and happy. She almost came to Samba's beard, "Samba!" She cried out in a hurry.

Samba saw her clearly and had a lot to say, but he was hurt too much. Samba had never been so weak. He had no strength to close his eyes again and only murmured in the aboriginal language of the savage.

Samba said that he was waiting for her outside the palace wall cave. He had been waiting for a long time for "an hour". The sun was setting and he wanted to go home together.

Qiao Baoer's face was full of tears.

She forgot that Samba's "one hour" kept him waiting.