My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 684

It was still raining outside the cave.

This kind of rain was pungent and corrosive to people’s skin. Christina took off her old sneakers, the

skin on her toes broken and bleeding.

She could only wash the wound with clean water. Without medicine, it would recover slowly but

probably leave a scar. However, at this time, life was more important than beauty.

“I have a bottle of styptic powder” Alan contributed to his private collection.

Sitting down on the dark dirt in the cave, Christina raised her head to look at him, waved her hand, and

said directly, “No need to give it to me.” As she spoke, she looked at the pile of men over at Patrick’s

side. “They are more seriously injured. Let them use it.”

“It doesn’t matter to us men.”

She stretched out her long legs and moved her little feet. “It’s just a little painful. It should be fine after

tonight. Keep your hemostatic elixir for later use.”

She said to herself without looking up at Alan, who was hesitant holding the small brown medicine

bottle. In fact, everyone took care of her because of Patrick, but he didn’t expect that she did not want

it.

She did not pretend to be strong, because she was injured the least of all while those men’s arms and

palms were red, swollen, and rotten. They needed medicine more than she did.

The rain limited their living condition.

If they had been injured before, they could check for some anti-inflammatory and painkiller herbs. Now

the vegetation and river water outside were polluted, and even their stored dry food probably wouldn’t

last for a few

days.

This cave was probably the nest of some wild animals in the past. There was no firewood they

expected. Instead, there were a lot of leftover dead bodies and bones of prey.

In the evening, it was still raining and blew a cold wind outside. They burned the rotten corpses of the

prey and made a small fire in the dark cave.

The fire crackled and smelled bad.

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Holding a Scepter tightly in her arms, the Barbarian Matrlarch sat in the Innermost corner of the cave

and ordered Samba to sit next to her to take care of her.

If Patrick and the others really wanted to grab it with their guns and modern heavy weapons, a

Barbarian like Samba could not defeat them.

However, they despised bullying the elders. Besides, no one could escape since everyone was trapped

in the small cave by the rain. There was no need for a conflict for the time being.

Compared to their casual appearance, Raphael looked very upset. He deliberately said, “It will rain for

seven days and seven nights. There are wild animals and many edible fruits nearby. The wild man’s

not afraid of the rain with his physique.”

It meant that Samba could move naturally in the rain and had little effect on him.

“How can you guarantee that Samba’s skin will not rot after soaking in the rain for a long time?”

Christina turned to rebuke him.

Raphael glared hatefully at his clumsy little sister and raised his voice angrily. “I mean, this Barbarian

might run away with the Scepter!”

He was reminding Patrick cleverly that the Matriarch was sophisticated.

Christina snorted. “Samba doesn’t want the Scepter. The Matriarch didn’t want to snatch it from you.

What’s the use of holding one Scepter?”

She knew that he was obsessed with the Scepters very much.

Christina was outspoken. The Matriarch was holding the Scepter tightly at this time, but it was just a hot

potato. Only when the Scepters were three in one could it have real divine power. Once the rain

stopped, she had to return it, which she had no right to decide on.

Suddenly, everyone felt really relieved.

It was true that there was no need to conflict.

Crabbie, who’s in a good mood, patted Gary on the shoulder and sald with a smile, “So Christina’s

really wise.”

Hearing this, Patrick, on the other side, smiled first.

Without the atmosphere of competition, everyone was in a much more relaxed mood, thinking about

how to enjoy themselves.

For example, the jerky tonight was too hard to chew, with a little moldy smell maybe after being put for

a long

time.

“Samba, Samba.”

‘Tomorrow morning at dawn, you go out and pick some frults for us.” Having a bad idea, Charles

ordered Samba

to work.

Although Samba was sitting on his mother’s side, he actually looked at Christina’s rotten feet, which

had been hurt by the rain, thinking about what herbs could cure her.

Not knowing what Charles and the others were talking about, Samba looked over and nodded in

confusion after hearing his name.

Charles praised excitedly, “Good bro!”

Gary and Crabbie were shamelessly flattering him. “Samba, you’re one of us, buddy!”

Samba understood their language and was a little embarrassed. He nodded firmly and muttered, “I

won’t hurt you.”

What a silly Barbarian.

The next morning, the rain subsided, and the sky was still gray. There was no sun, and it was drizzling.

Samba volunteered to go out of the cave to look for food. Without stopping him, the Matriarch looked at

the sky from the cave with her old and cloudy eyes desperately. She understood that even if she held

one of the Scepters, she could not stop Raphael’s action, nor could she prevent the disaster from

coming.

Alan told Christina that the Barbarian Matriarch had planned to stay with the Wilding Island and refused

to leave with others. It was Samba who carried her away in a hurry. Otherwise, she would have died in

the tsunami or earthquake.

“I didn’t expect the Barbarians to have such a noble spirit of sacrifice.” Charles sighed.

However, Crabbie, a vulgar man, said, “Bullshit, that’s called asking for death.”

He thought it was quite dumb.

A group of people was idling in the cave talking nonsense. It was raining non-stop outside, and they

were not willing to go out. Anyway, Samba, who was really thick-skinned and brainless, was willing to

go out and work as coolies for them.

At around two o’clock in the afternoon, Samba came back from outside in the rain.

Samba’s hands, shoulders, thick arms, and waist were tled with round Vine Fruits.

“They look like coconuts!”

Recognizing the food at the first glance, Charles went forward to unload them.

Gary and Crabble rushed up to grab some food. Looking at Samba, who was drenched after coming

back with a

lot of food, Christina remembered the days when she lived in the cave in the meteorite zone with

Samba.

At first, she misunderstood Samba very deeply, so she ran away many times and maliciously guessed

that he had an impure purpose. However, no matter what she thought, Samba only did one thing from

beginning to end, which was taking good care of her.

Even at this moment, Samba felt that it was natural for him to go out and find food, without casing

about these gains and losses and whether he was used or not.

Raphael, who had been in a bad mood recently, took a look at Samba, too.

If it was in the past, he would have treated Samba as a fool, but now, he became a little more

thoughtful, as if he had encountered something incomprehensible.

He had seen many uncivilized Barbarians, but Samba was a little special.

Ordinary Barbarians were impatient, reckless, and rough. Whereas, Samba was very careful, who

came back with a large bundle of anti-inflammatory herbs for Christina.

Ordinary Barbarians were brainless and couldn’t do farsighted things and didn’t know how to weigh

pros and cons. Raphael really wondered if Samba didn’t know or didn’t care about gains and losses.

“Was he disciplined by my sister?” Rafael teased.

He didn’t want to admit that Christina was his sister, but he blurted it out.

After all, people were social creatures. Living together, they would be influenced by each other

imperceptibly. If it weren’t for being too lonely, he would not be so cold-blooded and heartless.