Chapter 277: The Lost Captain

Sitting by the river and eating chowder, Sarah always seemed a little uninterested.

It's not that the food is bad and the service is bad. On the contrary, when the boss saw that it was her who came, he did his best and did not dare to neglect her at all.

But it was precisely because of this special treatment that made her feel uncomfortable.

It's really boring to be surrounded by passers-by for every meal, and it seems to scare away the boss's guests.

Finally, after the two of them finished a large bowl of seafood chowder, Sarah paid the money and left.

Walking on the road, Sarah wanted to ask Kahn what his next plan was, because the slaughtering pier had already been occupied, and his purpose of coming to Bilgewater had been achieved, so he might be leaving soon.

Before she could open her mouth, she saw Kahn and Kaisha seem to be having a fight, which was a little different from the usual couple.

The reason was that Kahn asked Kasha for a kiss, and Kasha raised her head and pressed her lips to Kasha without thinking, which made people feel bored for a while.

However, Kahn wiped his lips with his hand immediately after the kiss, and said nothing with a flat face.

Kaisha frowned when she saw his movement—why did he wipe his mouth?

Normally, Kahn would not wipe his mouth after a kiss, and would sip or lick it.

Kaisha was just a little weird, so she put her lips together again.

A very natural kiss, no different from usual. But after parting, under the gaze of Kai'Sa, Kahn still raised his hand to wipe his mouth.

Facing Kai'Sa's puzzled gaze, Kahn also tilted his head and looked back, with a confused expression on his face, as if he hadn't realized what he had done wrong.

Kaisha didn't want to explain, this kind of thing needs self-consciousness, so she posted it again.

Every time Kahn wiped his mouth, she immediately kissed him, and he would stop when he stopped wiping his mouth, but Kahn always had to wipe his mouth.

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and asked Kahn: "Why did you wipe my kiss off?"

"No? Is there?" Kahn replied innocently, his refusal was as natural as when he wiped his mouth.

"Obviously!" Kaisha grabbed his annoying hand that kept wiping his mouth: "Do I have bad breath?"

"No."

"I made you uncomfortable?"

"No"

"Then why did you erase it?"

"It's a little wet..."

"Not wet at all, quickly answer me why?"

"There is no reason."

"So love goes away, right?"

The two quarreled, facing Kasha's questioning, Kahn just denied it blindly, which made her wonder if Kahn was controlled by the skin armor.

She kissed him again, very hard, as if she wanted to imprint her own lips on the other's mouth. This kiss lasted for a long time, hearing the suffocating panting that made the heart beat faster, Sarah on the side couldn't bear it anymore.

"Silly girl, you can't even tell, he deliberately tricked you into kissing him."

The two separated immediately, Kaisha looked at Sarah, and then at Kahn.

"Is that so?" she asked.

Kahn smiled and didn't answer, but he didn't wipe his mouth anymore, even though this time his lips were really congested, red and wet.

"If you want me to say, if you bully you like this, you should kick him into the river. Don't be reluctant, otherwise he won't have a long memory." Sarah began to fan the flames beside her.

Happiness and resentment were contradictory and entangled in Kaisha's heart. In the end, she just glared at Kahn, and held Kahn's arm as usual, not taking Sarah's words seriously at all.

In the end, Sarah was the one who was hurt, and she forgot what she wanted to ask just now after being affected by this.

The three of them continued to walk on the street, and Sarah's sloppy eyes suddenly became sharp.

A figure appeared on the other side of the street, an acquaintance, and a disgusting one at that.

The other party had obviously seen her too, and a frightened face appeared on his distraught face, and he turned his head and ran away.

"Who is it?" When Kahn noticed it, he could only see a silhouette hurrying into the street.

"Damn it, it's Petyr."

"Pitil? Shouldn't he be dead?" The Moon Python incident has now passed, and Kahn thought that the people who participated in that incident, except for them, were all dead.

If an ordinary person could swim back to Bilgewater from Yue'e Reef, he wouldn't believe it even if he was killed.

That distance is so long, even rowing is exhausting. How can a human being have such great physical strength? And there are so many sharks in the sea, under normal circumstances, they will be killed if they do not swim more than 100 meters

"I can't be mistaken, that square-chin face that always wears a smug smile, the crowd can recognize it at a glance." Sarah immediately got up: "Chasing after him, I want to know why he ran!"

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The crisp sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the stone steps echoed in my ears, and every step was like a spell to urge me to death.

Pitil was terrified, the encounter with the Moon Python had left him with a huge psychological shadow, and now he trembled with fear whenever he thought about her, let alone being discovered by the deity now.

The footsteps were getting closer.

She is catching up!

"Mother Hu...don't do it!"

The terrified Petel got into a small alley full of sewage in a panic, and at the same time dragged the dirty trash can on the side of the road into it.

Seeing the smelly and sticky fish stored in the barrel go into the water, he finally didn't dare to hide in it, and squatted down to hide in the shadow of the wooden barrel, begging himself not to be discovered.

But things went against expectations, the sound of chasing footsteps suddenly stopped, and after a moment of silence, the wooden barrel in front of Pitil suddenly exploded, splashing and rotting fish all over his body.

"Why are you still alive? Did you vomit even Mother Hu?"

A familiar voice came from the explosion, Sarah held up a crystal pistol, and the tip was jumping with electric arcs, aiming at Petyr's head.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" He jumped up like a frightened mouse, raised his hands and stepped back step by step.

But his back footsteps stopped suddenly like stepping on dog shit, and there was another sound of footsteps behind him, and now he really had nowhere to go.

"Don't kill me!" Petel begged with a plop.

He is not half as handsome and dignified as before. The coat on his body is in tatters, splattered with broken internal organs just now, and still exudes a sour smell that has not been dried; the blond hair tied into a single ponytail is scattered, messy The gold teeth in his mouth also disappeared, and he was betrayed under the pressure of survival.

He was a homeless bum now, a bereaved dog, the kind of scum that Bilgewater was all over, often getting his throat slit and the last of his money taken from his pockets in unconscious drunkenness.

"Come on, tell me how you came back alive? Is there anyone else who came back like you? I'm quite interested." Sarah walked in front of him through the sewage, and pressed the gun against his forehead. He had to raise his head and look at himself.