Chapitre 980: 463 Mountain_3

Aubree Groove opened the cabinet, took out a earthen-colored ceramic jar that looked a bit like a pickle jar. When she opened the lid, a peculiar smell wafted out, causing a feeling of nausea.

"What is this?"

Aubree dug out a piece of black ointment and applied it to Anton Cook's wound.

"Snake Oil Ointment."

Anton, who was standing behind Aubree, quickly drew back, protecting Aubree from a green light flashing before his eyes. His arm was entwined by a green snake, baring its fangs menacingly with snake forked tongue flickering.

Just as it was about to bite on Anton's hand back, a cold voice resounded from behind: "Young Lady."

The little snake suddenly stopped, turned its head to look at Aubree, surprisingly, Anton seemed to read a grievance in this little snake's eyes.

This is totally unbelievable.

Aubree lightly shook her head.

The little snake darted onto Aubree, coiling around her arm and happily moving around.

Kelly Martinez shivered, "Ew, truly disgusting."