Chapter 684

It's still raining outside the cave. This kind of rain on people's skin can be irritating and corrosive. When Qiao bao'er takes off her old shoes, her toes are bleeding.

She can only use clean water to wash the wound. There is no medicine to cure the wound. She should recover slowly and probably leave scars. It doesn't matter. Who cares about beauty and ugliness at this time? Life is more important.

"... I also have a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao Powder." The monkey contributed his secret.

Qiao bao'er sat down on the black dust soil in the cave, raised her head to look at him, waved her hand, and said directly, "don't give it to me," she said. She looked at the men's pile on Jun Zhimu's side, "they are more seriously injured. Let them use it."

"We old men don't care."

Qiao bao'er straightened her legs and moved her little feet. "It's just a little hot and painful. It should be OK to get through this evening. Keep your hemostatic elixir. I don't know what kind of crime you will suffer later."

Qiao bao'er said to himself without looking up at the monkey. The monkey hesitated with the small brown medicine bottle. In fact, it was because of the emperor's herding that they had to contribute good things to Qiao bao'er. I didn't expect that people didn't care about him.

Qiao bao'er doesn't show off her affectation. Her injury is the most insignificant among all people. Old ghosts, their arms and palms are red, swollen and rotten. They need medicine more than her.

The rain limited their living environment.

If they were injured before, they can also check some anti-inflammatory and analgesic herbs. Now the vegetation and river water outside are polluted, and even their dry food reserves are estimated to not last for a few days.

It is estimated that this cave used to be the nest of some wild animals. Instead of the firewood they expected, there were a lot of rotten corpses and bones left over from their prey.

In the evening, it continued to rain outside. Inside the cave, it was dark. Outside the cave, there was a gust of cold wind from the rain. They reluctantly burned the corpses of their prey and made a small fire.

The fire was crackling and smelling bad.

Everyone sat around the fire, chewing dried meat and resting with their eyes closed.

The head of the savage clan still held a scepter tightly in her hands. She sat in the innermost corner of the cave and ordered Samba to sit beside her.

If you really want to rob, junzhimu, they have guns, modern heavy weapons, and Samba is a savage.

However, they despise the bullying of the old people. Now everyone is trapped in the cave by the rain, and no one can escape. There is no need to have a conflict for the time being.

Rafael was more agitated than junzhimu. He deliberately said, "this rain will rain for seven days and nights. There are wild animals and many edible fruits nearby. The physique of savages is not afraid of this rain."

It means that Samba can move naturally in the rain, which has little effect on his body.

"How can you guarantee that Samba's skin will rot after soaking in the rain for a long time?" Qiao Baoer turned to him.

Raphael glared at his cheap sister, who was not flexible, and raised his voice angrily. "I mean, this savage might run away with a scepter!"

He is in disguised form to remind you that the head of the savage clan is a piece of ginger.

Qiao bao'er snorted, "Samba doesn't want your scepter. The savage clan leader didn't want to rob you. What's the use of holding a scepter with her."

Qiao bao'er knew that her brother's persistence to the scepter was the behavior of a madman.

Qiao bao'er is a quick talker. At this time, the head of the savage clan is holding the scepter, which is just a hot potato. The three in one Scepter has real power. Once the rain stops, the savage patriarch must return the scepter. She has no right to decide.

It's a real relief to say that.

Yes, there's no need to fight, there's no need to conflict, it's all my own people, and I don't want to be so embarrassed.

Crab was in a good mood, patted the old ghost on the shoulder, then said with a smile, "our sister-in-law is a fool."

On the other side, junzhimu heard it, thin lips slightly raised, but he laughed first.

Without the atmosphere of competition, everyone is in a relaxed mood. People like to think about how to enjoy it when they are free.

For example, the dried meat tonight is too hard to chew. It's hard and woody. I don't know if it's mildewy after being put for a long time.

"... samba, samba."

"Tomorrow morning at dawn, you go out and pick some fruit for us." Lu Qinan immediately had a bad idea and directed Samba to work.

Although Samba was sitting at the side of his mother's savage patriarch, he actually looked at Qiao bao'er's rotten feet injured by the rain. Samba's brain, which had not yet evolved, kept thinking about what herbs could cure her.

I don't know what Lu Qinan said. It seems that other people are calling him. Samba looks at him and nods in confusion.

Lu Qinan praised excitedly, "good brother!"

The old ghost and crab also shamelessly kiss each other, "samba, we are our own people, good friends!"

Samba can understand their language, a little embarrassed, nodded heavily, muttered, "I won't hurt you."

I don't know what happened when I was sold.

The next morning, the clouds were thick, the rain was weakening, the sky was gray, there was no sun, and it was drizzling.

Samba took the initiative to go out to find food outside the cave, and the savage patriarch didn't stop him. The patriarch's old and turbid eyes looked at the sky of the cave, like a dead heart. She understood that even if she took a scepter, she could not stop Rafael's action, nor could she stop the disaster.

The monkey told Qiao bao'er that the savage patriarch had planned to stay and survive with the savage island, and refused to follow the group. Samba was in a hurry to carry his mother to the ground, otherwise the patriarch would have died in the tsunami and earthquake.

"I didn't expect that the savages also had this noble spirit of sacrifice." Lu Qinan listened and sighed.

Crab this kind of layman then bah a, "fart, that call seek to die."

Isn't it good to live? It's stupid to have to make a heroic sacrifice.

A group of people are idle talking in the cave. It's raining all the time outside. They are not willing to go out. Anyway, samba, who is really thick skinned and dull minded, is willing to go out and work as coolies for them.

At more than 2 p.m., samba came back from outside in the rain.

Samba's hands and shoulders, even his thick waist are tied with several circles of vine fruit, and, fruitful, round

"It's like a coconut!"

Lu Qinan saw the food at a glance and went forward to help Samba unload the goods.

Ghosts and crabs rush to grab food. Qiao bao'er looks at Samba's drenched body. He comes back with plenty of food. She remembers the days when she lived in a cave in the meteorite zone with samba.

At the beginning, Qiao bao'er misunderstood Samba deeply, fled many times, and maliciously speculated that Samba had impure purposes. However she struggled, samba did only one thing from beginning to end, and he worked hard to take good care of her.

Even at this moment, samba thinks it's natural for him to go out and find food. Samba won't care about the gains and losses, whether they are used or not.

Rafael, who is in a bad mood recently, also looks up at sambardo.

If he used to look at Samba with the eyes of a fool, at this time, Rafael's blue eyes had a little more thinking. It seemed that he was extremely smart and encountered something difficult to understand.

Rafael has seen many uncivilized savages like samba, but Samba is special.

Ordinary savages are impatient, reckless and rough. At this time, samba, a savage, is very careful. He comes back with a large bundle of herbs to pick anti-inflammatory herbs for Qiao Baoer, a cheap sister.

The general savage brain is dull, can't do things that are farsighted, for being used, gain and loss, don't understand in-depth analysis and research. This savage samba, he doesn't know gain and loss, or he doesn't care about gain and loss.

"... have you been trained by my little sister?" Rafael joked to himself.

He didn't want to admit that Qiao bao'er was a cheap sister, but he blurted out and didn't know it.

After all, people are social creatures, living together, will imperceptibly infect each other, if not once too lonely, who will be so cold-blooded and merciless.