My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 601

Chapter 601There were modern necessities actually being sold on such a backward primitive island."...Who ships these goods to this island?”These savages couldn't leave the island. There must be modern people living here.She remembered her mother, Mary, who had lived in the islands for more than 20 years...However, Christina had personally read the map of the Strozzi Islands, which was consisted of threelarge islands and countless small islands.She wasn't sure which island she was on, and whether her mother and LUCY were alive or not so far.But not far from the market was the magnificent red-brick spire palace, which was clearly thearchitectural style of ancient Europe. There must be modern people living in that palace.Christina wanted to go to the palace, but Samba refused.As a slave, Christina was still tied to a hemp rope around her waist and was led in another directionby Samba. She knew that it was the way back to the plain forest.Christina struggled stubbornly. She must go to the palace instead of back to the forest.Ignoring the struggle with Samba, she wielded a swiss army knife to cut the hemp rope around herwaist and was free.Samba was a little astonished at first, and then quickly grabbed her shoulder. The disparity instrength was too great. “Let me go!” Christina’s struggle was useless.Samba was obviously angry and yelled at her. She didn't understand what he said. Maybe it was awarning.This time, Christina's hands were tied, so she could not be as free as before.However, Samba did not take her swiss army knife. The swiss army knife was sheathed and stuckhorizontally to the hemp rope around her waist.Samba seemed to be a very principled savage. Since giving the knife to Christina, he did not intendto take it backChristina was led away by Samba again. She was angry and depressed, as well as regretful for theimpulsive action that she cut off the rope just now, exposing her purpose and angering Samba,Fortunately, Samba was not as cruel as Leona. Otherwise, she would have been doomed.At the same time, Christina also knew that Samba, who looked fierce, had a docile and mercifultemper.The bustling Barbarian Market gradually closed because of sunset, and the savages seemed tounderstand that the night was dangerous. And they didn't have modern streetlights to light themup. There was probably no power system on the island.With the dark night covering the earth as well as stars shining in the black sky, the landscapes ofthis island were wonderful.e ses weSamba pulled Christina to a large place like a big square, where several big bonfires were burning.There were many Barbarians sitting in groups around the fire, chatting, eating dried meat and evenroasting animals for dinner.Christina found that most of them gathered here were dressed in rags.On the way, there were some wooden houses and some high-end houses made of old mud bricks.The Barbarians here seemed to be the poor outside the market.Modern civilization impacted this primitive island, making the class polarization of these Barbariansmore and more obvious.Samba pulled her to an inconspicuous dark corner and sat directly on the dirt floor, Samba seemedto be very withdrawn, and he was not even willing to communicate with his peers.But Samba did not forget to feed Christina regularly and placed a small piece of dried meat in herhand.Although Christina's hands were tied up, she could still grab the dried meat and chew it, but shecouldn't replace water, to drink. Samba had known her appetite and eating habits through theseseveral days. Knowing that she wanted to drink water, he put an open water bottle at her feet.Christina was pleasantly surprised and crawled on her knees disgracefully. She grabbed the smallkettle with her hands and poured it into her mouth, accidentally spilling much water. The water wether shirt along her neck.Although it was a waste, she could drink enough water this time.This little water bottle was bought by Samba today, giving her to use.Because Samba had not hurt her, Christina huddled, looking at him carefully. Only then did shenotice that Samba'’s injury caused by Leona today was quite serious, but it was less obvious becauseof his dark skin"...You might be okay with your rough skin?” Christina suddenly spoke to him.Samba turned to look at her."...If you can understand what I'm saying and help me leave this island, I'll give you a lot of goldswhen I get back.”Christina expressed exaggeratedly. She drew a big circle with her hands, Indicating that there weremany golds for him.Samba still paid attention to her expression and the language she spoke quietly. After a while,Samba shook his head at her.Christina was shocked for she didn't expect him to shake his head.Christina thought Samba was like an oversized pet dog. It would be shocking if the pet could talk toher.But for Samba, Christina was thin, small, fair, and malnourished, and seemed to be a child born of aBarbarian who was abandoned in the forest for she was too ugly.Fortunately, Christina didn't understand what samba said, or she would have been ferious.But Samba heard from Leona that Christina looked like the people in the palace. He looked atChristina with hesitation. Christina didn't know what he was thinking and did not look at him toofiercely, not knowing if she was used to it. She leaned back against the rough mud wall and restedwith her eyes closed.The dawn the next day was the darkest moment of the day. It was dark all aroundhomeChristina woke up.She had a good night's sleep last night to conserve her energy and plan to run away.Although Samba had always been kind to her, it was hard to be sure that Samba would not sell herone day. After all, Samba often sold animals like cattle and sheep. And she was actually an animal tohim.Even if Samba didn't sell her, Christina didn't want to live in the cave on the hillside. She was not aprimitive. She must go to the palace and replace the modern people to leave this awful place.Samba slept soundly. It seemed that all Barbarians snored when they fell asleep. There were manyBarbarians sleeping in this open space and not awake yet.Christina used the same trick again. She bit out the swiss army knife from her waist, took off theshell of the knife, letting the blade upwards. Her legs clamped the cold blade with the hemp rope inher hands ground to the blade. Soon, the hemp rope broke.Christina was secretly delighted. She looked at the Samba with pride, feeling the modern person likeher was smarter than the big but stupid Barbarian a thousand times!Not daring to be too arrogant, she picked up the swiss army knife, left quietly, and ran towards thepalace.After dawn, the first ray of sunlight also shone on the land.In order to protect her more safety, Christina squatted on the edge of the mire and smeared theblack mud on her face, arms, body, including clothes. Christina made herself into a black mudperson.Christina found that her skin colour was too noticeable among these savages. If she was dark, sheactually looked like a child of a wild man but was thinner and smaller than it. Well, she was probablya little malnourished.Smearing mud would make her not be so distinguished with these Barbarians.Christina's left leg was no longer-so painful. She ran desperately towards the palace...In fact, all of this had overturned Christina's imagination of life. She lived in modern society and hadnot been exposed to these things. But now in order to survive, she had to try bravely and boldly.

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