My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 695

Chapter 695
At the foot of the mountain, there were patches of such green vegetation Its green leaves were huge, round, tender and thick, which was similar to the lotus
Christina now was like Thumbelina who had fallen into on ordinary garden From her aspect, all the petals and leaves were giant
Its flowers were bright red, and the fruit was like a lotus, which was large with as many fruits as sunflowers These fruits were rich in water Once they were crushed, there would be a blue. Nuorescent sticky liquid Nowing out with a pungent smell like ammonia
Christina didn’t know if the plant was poisonous or not
Her whole body now was stained with this liquid, but she hod no way to clean up. for there was no river nearby
Bearing the pain, she went down from the big leaf Fortunately, the black mud on the ground was wet and not particularly soft she could run and step on deep lootprints
In the middle of the lake, she was suddenly lifted by a big bird She didn’t know what was going on with Patrick and the others
She just wanted to get the glowing object, but it oftrocted the wild animals lo suddenly attack them
She had to rush back.
Even if she couldn’t help them, at leost she wouldn’t let them worry
To tell thern that she was still alive
It was only a matter of minutes for the big bird to My so far, whereas Christina did not reach it by climbing with her legs for a long time. She was exhausted
It was not until she could not hold on any longer that she fell to the ground she raised her head and saw that the forest in the distance was on fire.
Thick smoke billowed into the blue sky.
She was astonished
The fire continued to spread with plants snapping from the flames, and the sound of animals scurrying, running violently and roaring wildly.
She didn’t know what was going on ahead, but the forest fire should have been man-made.
Just as she pondered, she heard the familiar sound of gunfire, the continuous strafıng of a machine gun
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She Immediately felt hopeful. It seemed that their men were attacked by wild animals, so they used fire to drive them away, which meant that they were right in front.
Filled with glee, Christina fought hard, on her hands and knees, to continue climbing up the cliff.
When she arrived, she saw a familiar figure, Patrick.
Patrick was struggling to deal with three stubborn boars.
The forest fire formed a wall to isolate Christina from him.
She had to go a long way round if she wanted to go over. The fire was too infernal to pass through directly. From the jumping flames, she saw that Samba seemed to be opposite her. They must have come to look for her.
“Samba!” Christina shouted excitedly.
Hearing this, Patrick reacted faster. He suddenly turned to see, then he looked so surprised as if he was facing unexpected happiness.
Turning his head after a while, Samba shouted at Christina with direct excitement.
Because of the fire, the wild boars that had surrounded them did not dare to approach. Patrick could see that Christina was in a mess.
“Don’t move. I’ll go over.” Patrick shouted at her.
Fortunately, the wild boar could not attack her directly because of the fire,
However, Patrick was not long in rejoicing when a situation arose on Christina, as a large, imposing white tiger leapt down in front of her.
Christina was too frightened to react at all.
The huge white tiger with snow-white fur and black veins, glowing silvery under the sun. Such fur was beautiful, but its sharp teeth and fierce eyes made people shudder.
Across the fire, Patrick and Samba were both stunned.
Patrick didn’t know what to do. He was afraid, not that the tiger would hurt him, but that Christina didn’t even have a weapon.
Patrick set up his gun and fired at the tiger, but it could only play a provocative role because of the distance.
The fire bumed fiercely, golden flames shining on the huge white tiger, which turned its head towards Patrick on the opposite bank when it heard the provocative gunshots.
The white tiger stared at them with its sinister eyes, roaring at them. Due to the raging fire, it could not jump over and attack them. The white tiger looked manic.
It kept roaring.
During this time, Patrick yelled, “Run.”
He knew well that Christina could not run faster than a tiger, but she would definitely die if she didn’t move.
As far as he was concerned, any small hope was worth fighting for.
Christina was exhausted. She wanted to escape instinctively, but she fell to the ground as soon as she took a step back. Behind her was the cliff that she had just climbed with all her efforts.
With the sound of her falling, the white tiger suddenly turned to look in her direction.
It was as if something had attracted the white tiger.
Seeing this, Patrick became more anxious and shot fiercely. Then this time, the tiger seemed to be more interested in Christina. It sniffed hard as if it was smelling something.
Right under this tiger’s mouth, Christina’s face was pale with her heart beating wildly that she didn’t dare to move a little.
On the other side, Patrick and Samba were so desperate that they ran straight ahead, regardless of how fiercely the forest fire was burning.
As Rafael said, Patrick knew he couldn’t run faster than it or chase after it, and even if he did, he would find she was already a corpse. None could outrun a tiger.
However, she was right in front of him.
But he couldn’t even beat this beast.
But some things rely on instinct.
Patrick ran anxiously with his gun, almost losing his reason, and Samba ran even faster.
Christina looked up and saw their running figures. She shouted in worry, “Don’t come over.”
The fire was too strong.
He would suffer extensive burns all over his body.
You can’t save me, don’t come over. I will be dead. Take good care of yourself.”
She was not afraid of death now, but afraid that they would dle.
Just as she was yelling, the white tiger looked weird. It seemed that it had been frightened with its pupils suddenly widened.
Christina also noticed that the tiger took a step back in shock.
It continued to sniff around her.
Like an oversized cat, it-scratched the ground with its claws irritably, kept sniffing as if it was so confusing.
It roared irritably, but it did not bite her after all, nor did it stare at her, as if she was invisible.
Seeing this incredible scene, she felt tense and suddenly an idea came to her mind.
“It can’t see me.”
Just as Samba was about to rush into the fire, Christina shouted, “Patrick, pull Samba away. This tiger can’t see me.”
She guessed that it was because of the light blue sparkling liquid on her.