Female Novel
Chapter 617
Chapter 617
Samba should’ve invited the female Barbarian home!
Christina couldn’t understand the aboriginal language, but when the three of them helped Samba carry
their prey, she was completely surprised.
Christina was clear about Samba’s persistence in food. Normally, if other hunters fought with him for
food, Samba would fiercely counterattack. Once Christina went out and encountered Barbarians who
wanted to take her away, Samba immediately rushed over and beat them hard.
“How could he share so much prey with them?” Christina questioned inly, puzzled.
It didn’t mean Samba was very stingy with the same race, but in Christina’s opinion, sharing food went
far beyond her expectation. There were many Barbarians trading with each other.
However, the family didn’t exchange anything with Samba who gave them a wild boar of over 300
pounds and several pheasants and hares.
What the hell was that?
Christina was inexplicably depressed, “How should he casually bring a stranger home…”
In fact, she was also a stranger to him.
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The sun rode high in the sky.
They were walking towards the rock slope.
Christina’s hands were empty. Today, they collected over 30 pheasants and hares, and a wild boar,
carried by Samba and others. Appreciating those fruitful results, the family of three’s eyes lit up, unlike
Christina complaining about their weight. The cub of the Barbarian was excited claiming two hares, so
Samba gave him them generously.
“I also have a part of these prey…” Christina mumbled.
Thin, small, and obscure, she walked the slowest. Seelng Samba so generously distributing prey to
them, she was unhappy with it: It was weird to treat three strangers so well.
However, Samba was a goody-goody. He might be helping them as he did to her.
Woolgathering, Christina followed Samba to the rock slope with her feet almost broken.
“What?”
Upon arriving at the familiar place, she screamed in horror as Samba pulled her towards the cave.
Previously, Samba would lock her at sunset after barbecuing meat on the slope. Today, as soon as
they came back, Samba dragged her into the third cave. Before she could resist, he moved the heavy
wood to block the entrance.
Christina was so angry that she pushed the wood hard. Out of breath, she couldn’t move it at all. She
cursed, “Dates before mates!”
“What the fuck? You bring them back and don’t allow me to dine? I taught you to catch those prey…
Let me out! The sun hasn’t set yet!”
The Barbarians about to make fire and roast meat on the hillside heard the noise from the cave.
Although they couldn’t understand, the female Barbarian and her cub turned around with great interest.
Samba, with a beard all over his face, was staring at the flint in his hand with his black eyes. He was
sitting on the mountain, setting the firewood into a pile, making fire, boiling water with iron pot, and
cleaning up the prey before grilling.
He knew Christina was shouting in the cave, but he turned a deaf ear and continued cooking barbecue
as usual.
He used two small black stones to collide with each other many times which burst into sparks.
Suddenly, flames and thick smoke were ignited on the extremely flaming yellow dry grass.
The bulky and burly man standing next to Samba, hurriedly retreated as if seeing something incredible
with instinctive vigilance and fear. He took a few steps back and stared fiercely at the two fire stones in
Samba’s hands.
The female Barbarian also witnessed it. She whispered to Samba, who politely answered every
question.
Then Samba scalded the hair of pheasants and hares they fetched. Squatting aside, he skillfully peeled
off the feathers, which scared the three who roared in fear.
Besides, when Samba cut open the prey’s stomach with a Swiss Army knife, the three were further
frightened, roaring in fury.
Locked in the cave, Christina could also hear them shouting.
“What are they doing?”
“Are they fighting? Mass brawling Samba?”
Unable to push the big wood at the entrance, Christina sat on the muddy ground dejectedly, focusing
on listening to the sound outside, depressed,
“You deserve it!” she cursed,
17:40 AM
She was pissed off. If Samba was bullied by that family, she swore she would sit by.
Always duplicitous, Christina was a little worried, however.
Samba was simple and honest. Could he be bullied by other Barbarians?
Before, when Samba took her to the Barbarian Market, they met the female Matriarch and an arrogant
male Barbarian called Leona who obviously bullied him, so did the vendors selling matches.
Samba was a primitive Barbarian with an unevolved brain. Christina became increasingly concerned
thinking about what he was going to do with the family of three.
She was so worried about him! While he locked her up!
Three hours later, the sun was half hanging on the mountainside. At five o’clock p.m., Samba finally
took her out for dinner.
Christina was moved that he didn’t forget her, which lasted only a moment because she saw the three
Barbarians sitting around the fire and devouring the roasted meat.
She taught Samba how to remove fur, cut open the stomach, and roast meat with vanilla.
Obviously, the family also liked to eat barbecued meat in this way. They enjoyed it.
As usual, Samba pushed Christina to the edge of the fire, tore off a piece of roasted drumstick, and
handed it to Christina. But she had no appetite.
The family across the fire couldn’t wait to eat the half-cooked roast meat not cooked yet, with blood.
With sharp teeth, they almost swallowed in one bite, creepy.
Subconsciously, Christina sat far away from the fire. She ate the small drumstick nervously at which the
cub stared as if he wanted to rob it.
She felt a chill on her back: if he really pounced on her, he could completely bite off her neck.
Nevertheless, Samba didn’t seem to care how much the family consumed.
The three already full, Christina considered them greedy, especially the adult male one. Hungry for
ages, they threw the wild boar into the fire and burned it into charcoal after eating over 20 pheasants
and hares.
Christina ate the drumstick and didn’t reach out for more. Samba ignored her, busy entertaining the
guests.
Since the wild boar was ready, Samba pulled one of its legs down, bit off the black charred skin
outside, and ate the meat inside as usual. The family pounced on it like starving wolves.
Having forgotten Christina, Samba didn’t give Christina any slice of the meat, so she just watched far
away.
As the sun set, the sky began to darken.
As usual, Samba pushed Christina into the cave with a poker face.
Instead of resisting, she took her kettle and the Swiss Army knife and entered obediently. Then Samba
blocked the entrance again.
Christina had thought about escaping at night as long as she could to push away the heavy wood.
Today, she was more eagerly pondering over the method.
Because that night, she heard some strange howls of animals in heat, hasty, sharp and lingering.
Christina’s mind was in a mess that they came from the cave beside.
Was Samba mating with the female Barbarian?
All animals have natural desires. Samba should be an adult. He had sexual desires… Barbarians lived
in a
maternal society. Were they having a three-way?
For the whole night, the sound of wild roaring lasted.
Christina understood what it meant.
if it was from a modern man and a woman, she would probably blush with her heart beating fast. But atnovelbin
that moment, she was incomparably sober.
She and Samba were two different species,
She was a far cry from these Barbarians. Despite getting along well with Samba, she felt down, more
determined to flee