Chapter 1609: Enemies and friends are inseparable

Slood jumped in a sudden, like a quick female leopard, shouting: "Joan! I will go with you!"
Logan grabbed her daughter and said angrily: "Why do you always bully Joan, you girl? I don't know if this is very annoying? You're not like this, it's inexplicable!"
"I didn't bully Joan...just kidding him, wouldn't he hate me for this little thing?"
Sluder couldn't help changing his face.
"That's hard to say. I am Joanne, and I must treat you as a bully, I can't avoid it."
Hakang folded his arms across his chest, making no secret of gloating.
"I heard that there are some naive little boys who like girls but are embarrassed to directly confess, instead they bully each other in a way that shows their sense of existence in such a ridiculous way, Slough, should there be such a fool among girls? Right?"
Sluder's cheeks were burning red, his eyes widened, and he shouted at his brother with a guilty conscience: "How do I know? I'm not that kind of naive fool!"
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Joan walked out of Lord Castis's barracks, and through the door, he could vaguely hear Slaughter's groan, unable to help himself.
"Slood, this big voice, hot little pepper, always wants to bully me, this is not enough!"
How could the face of Master Dangdang be rubbed around by the little girl at will, then do I still have to face?
Joan decided to put this account on a small book first. When he learned 5 rings of "Malicious Transfiguration" in the future, he temporarily turned Slood into a hamster or bear. In short, the rounder the animal, the better. Come and knead her face, so that you can get mad!
When I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a strange call from behind.
"Hey! The guy in front, the back looks a bit familiar, could it be Brother Joan?"
Hearing that his name was mentioned, Joan subconsciously stopped, looked back, and couldn't help but stunned.
The man who just called him stood in front of a barrack on the roadside, a pale man in a black velvet cloak. The left hand was hidden in the wide cloak sleeves, and the right hand was holding an obsidian staff with a glowing magical breath. .
"It seems that I didn't admit the wrong person. It's really Joan. Since the castle in the cloud has been a farewell, it's been almost two years in the past. Hey, I didn't expect you to fall from such a high place. I was lucky to survive... …"
"Are you disappointed to see me still alive?" Joan asked the "Snake Hand" Sharman coldly.
Sharman's mouth twitched slightly, and said with a smile: "How could it be? Brother Joan, there was a conflict between us, but that was the thing in the past. Since you are also wearing military uniforms, go back We are comrades-in-arms, why not let go of our old grudges and turn our enemies into friends? What do you think?"
Turn the enemy into a friend? Is it really that easy?
Sharman's pretentious and friendly attitude, Jo An did not dare to take it seriously.
Even if Sharman doesn't care about him and Clark destroying Henry Baldwin's evil breeding experiment, he will never forget the "Gantiyas root" that he took away, otherwise why would he spend so much effort chasing him?
Sure enough, as Joan figured out the matter, Sharman coughed twice and reiterated the old thing casually.
"Brother Joan, in fact, there is no personal grudge between you and me. At first, I hunted you down, mainly because of the order of the senior officials of the sect to recapture the'Gantiyas roots' that you took from Henry Baldwin. ."
"Actually, you don't need me to say that you know, "Gandhias Roots" is useless to you. Brother Joan, can you return that thing to me?"
"I'm sorry, the root of the tree you mentioned was indeed useless. It was thrown away a long time ago." Joan replied lightly.
"Really?" Sharman stared at him suspiciously. "Where did it go?"
"The Mijiu River near Shizhu Town has probably drifted into the sea with the current."
Shaman's face twitched violently again, barely resisting the urge to break the curse, and took a deep breath to calm down his burst of mind.
"Mr. Shaman, as you said, there is no major grievance between us. Now we have to fight against the common enemy. I don’t want to worry about the past. I hope you will do it and say goodbye."
Joan didn't want to make friends with people like Shaman. It was enough to maintain each other's position that "well water does not violate river water". After showing the position, he turned around and left.
"Brother Joan, please wait!"
Sharman suddenly flicked his robe sleeve, revealing the viper attached to his left wrist, and stopped in front of Joan.
Joan stopped and stared coldly at the sinister and sly man.
"What do you want to do?"
"Hey~ Brother Joan, don't be afraid, we are comrades in a camp, and we won't be rude to you in this barracks."
"But having said that, since we all intend to turn our enemies into friends, at least we should shake hands and show sincerity, I think you will not object?"
Sharman slowly raised the arm of the living snake with black back and white belly, vomiting the letter, and showing his fangs. With a smirk, he brought the snake hand closer to Joan, and gestured to shake his hand.
Joan stared at the dangling twist, gradually approaching his own snake, and he couldn't help but feel a chill, and finally resisted the urge to retreat.
"What's the matter, brother Joan, I took the initiative to shake hands with you with full enthusiasm! You didn't even give this face, it seems that you didn't treat me as a friend!"
Sharman poses with grievances in a pretentious manner, but the pride in his eyes reveals his true state of mind.
Joan saw that the villain was deliberately giving himself a "down horse power." If he refused to "shake hands" with him, it would be terror and he would be ridiculed.
Joan gritted his teeth, raised his right hand unwillingly, and grabbed the fierce viper.
At the same time, he put his left hand into the pocket of his shirt, clasped the brass hilt tightly, chanted a mantra in his mouth, and activated the "stone skin technique" attached to the diamond belt buckle. Rock texture.
Joan is not the kind of reckless character who is desperate for everything but he will not evade Shaman's provocation, but he will also be fully prepared.
Although the snake's fangs are sharp, they are not as good as the gold weapons, and it is not so easy to bite the right hand of Joan's blessing "skin skin".
In addition, if Shaman really took the opportunity of shaking hands to turn his face to commit murder, Joan would not be polite to him. The brass hilt held in his left hand can stimulate magic at any time and turn into an invincible "rune sword". Cut Shaman's vicious "snake hand" into two pieces.
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