Chapter 492: 493 cooperation

Chapter 492: 493 cooperation

Chapter 492 493. Cooperation

Wow, he looks so pretty in the sun, doesnt he, Icarus?

Kassandra whispered with a smile without looking back.

Her eagle glided quietly and landed on the corner of the cage room containing the wild wolf, and also let out a low cry.

Seems to be in agreement.

But immediately, Cassandra turned her gaze down the hillside and landed on Icarus, her face becoming disgusted.

Of course, dont think youll be fine just by trying to please me! No way! This time I almost got caught because you werent serious!

"Life has gotten better these days, and you have learned to enjoy slacking off, right? From the sky, you only see people, not beasts?"

Icarus turned his head away with a guilty chirp.

Hey! Look at me! Im lecturing!

Cassandra put her hands on her hips and looked at the eagle that landed on the corner of the cage angrily.

Okay, then dont think about eating roasted quail for the next ten days! Give me fish! Not roasted! Live fish without spices!

So the eagle started to stand there and jump.

Uh, are you communicating here?

Lan En came down the hillside and entered the port.

He was now looking at Cassandra scolding the eagle in confusion.

"This is still within the enemy's camp, right? Isn't it a bit unsafe to be so public?"

His voice was still deliberately lowered when he spoke.

But after Cassandra scolded Icarus, she turned around and gave him a warm smile.

Dont be nervous, Lan En. Ive taken care of everyone in this area, as long as its not too noisy and the sound reaches the dock.

"Are you sure?" Lan En raised his eyebrows and looked down at Cassandra with his arms folded, "I remember that I was the one who settled the trouble for you just now."

Then Kassandra's face froze, and she turned around and took a sharp look at Icarus, who was combing his feathers.

Then he turned around again, barely maintaining a smile: "Icarus has been overeating recently and is in a bad condition."

Didnt you kill all your enemies?

Kassandra almost blurted out these words.

But her rationality still allowed her to successfully control her mouth.

Then it seems we have a common goal.

Kassandra smiled and stretched out her arms towards Lann.

We can go find trouble with the one-eyed man together.

The witcher raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and took hold of Cassandra's forearm, shaking it up and down.

Nice to work with, Cassandra.

Icarus flew into the sky again, and Cassandra and Lan simply gave up their plan to sneak.

Both of them feel that the other is not simple, so why should they be cautious now that the other is here to help?

Just be reckless and youre done!

So a man and a woman, side by side, walked swaggering towards the wharf that was still wailing and roaring.

Barnabas shouted in vain, bubbles rushing to his ears as his mouth opened and closed. The dull sound he made when he begged for mercy from underwater sounded very strange, as if it came from another world.

His hands were tied behind his back, and the rope was cut into his skin due to his struggle, and the place where he was tied was dripping with blood. Water rushed in from his mouth and nose, worming its way into his throat like a snake.

To make matters worse, as the air rushed from his lungs and his body screamed for oxygen, the infamous one-eyed man held him in place with his broad, thick palms.

The distance between his nose and mouth from the water surface is only four or five centimeters, but in this big pot, the distance of four to five centimeters cuts off all his oxygen.

Flashes of light and blur began to appear in front of the eyes, which was caused by delirium due to lack of oxygen, and also indicated that the physical condition was approaching the limit.

And suddenly, everything changed. The fleshy palm suddenly released his head, and the water in the jar became quiet. His tied-up gray hair and beard swayed like the tentacles of an octopus, throwing water splashes around.

He blinked, retching and panting while looking at the giant carrying him, who also looked at him with one eye.

All the gods are my witnesses! I swear!

Even before his mind was clear, Barnabas began to defend himself again under the instinct of survival.

Striving for that slim probability of survival.

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