Chapter 422： You treat, I will come (second!)

"Well, Xiaomi remembered, wait for Xiaomi to grow up, and then defeat the bad guy himself!" Amy looked at Julian and nodded seriously.

Manic?

No, this is self-confidence.

Both the mentor and the teacher are as confident as they are.

The demons and dragons looked at Amy, and suddenly there was an inexplicable hunch in my heart. This little girl, who seems to be only three or four years old, may become a dazzling star in the near future.

A person who can be selected as an apprentice by both Julian and Krassu can make them two geniuses who compromise each other. It is absolutely impossible to be a mediocrity.

Fox bites his teeth and resists the pain. He dare not go to see Amy and Julian. He is afraid that he can't control his emotions.

When he saw Julian many years ago, his powerful ice magic left a shadow in his heart. As his strength continued to increase, he thought that the gap between them was not big until he was slapped. When he was photographed on the ground, he was awake. Your uncle is your uncle. The Julian ice magic is not his self-styled, but recognized.

"Ulyan and Krassu will die, and at that time, this little guy will definitely not grow to the extent that can threaten me..." Fox lowered his head and flashed a glimpse of his eyes. "At that time I want to let their father and daughter not die!"

"Ulyan, are you coming to participate in this meeting?" Michael handed the longbow in his hand to the driver next to him, jumped from the carriage and watched Michael smile.

"Do you think I belong to the devil or the dragon?" Julian looked at Michael and asked.

"You are still as humorous as ever, okay, then I will find you a drink next time." Michael said with a smile.

"You treat, I will come." Julian said with a blank expression, then turned and walked in the direction of the magic potion shop.

The coldness that enveloped the entrance of the restaurant was all gathered in a flash, and the dragons and demons were secretly relieved. They had seen many ten-level powerhouses, but this was the first time they were suppressed.

"Mc boss, sorry, let you be shocked, the people of the city government did not come over and hand in hand, causing this conflict." Michael looked at Meg a little sorry.

"It doesn't matter, I just hope that the next time the city owner is in the package, I will filter the guests first. For some guests, our restaurant will not accept it." McGonagall nodded slightly, but he did not show too much anger, but he did not deliberately cloud.

This kind of thing broke out in the slum area this morning. The city government must have a lot of people. Michael is estimated to be too busy, so he can understand why the city government does not send people to hand over.

"Well, this kind of thing will not happen again in the future." Michael nodded, then turned to look up from the ground and pulled out the Fox cone nailed to his hand, looking pale: "Fox, you this time It is on behalf of the dragons to negotiate, so I will not expel you, but I warn you that in the city of chaos, you must abide by the rules of the city of chaos, and the safety of the residents of the city of chaos is above all else, if it appears again The things of the city and the Grey Temple will never be accommodating."

Fox looked a little ugly, but looking at Michael's majestic face, he finally bowed his head and suppressed the voice: "I know."

"If your injury is serious, today's talks don't have to be attended." Michael looked a little slower and glanced at Fox's still bleeding hand.

"No, I can participate in this meeting." Fox shook his head, his left hand gently stroked on the right hand wound, and the right hand with a big blood hole was covered with ice, like wearing a pair of ice crystal gloves on his hand. In general, blood will stop immediately.

However, everyone present knows that Fox's injury is definitely not just a blood hole in his hand, otherwise he will not choose to stop the blood with ice, instead of relying on the dragon's strong recovery ability to repair the wound.

"Mc boss, can we enter the game now?" Michael glanced at Fox's hand and then looked at Meg and asked with a smile.

"Please come in." McGonagall took Amy's hand and opened the restaurant door, smiling and nodding.

Although there is no good impression on Fox, as a restaurant owner promised to be in the package, it is obviously not suitable for troubles when the two sides talked. This point of view sees that McGonagall still has.

Not far from a few horse-drawn carriages with the emblem of the city government, several civil servants holding a pile of documents walked toward the restaurant door.

“The restaurant is small, but it is very delicate. I am curious as to why Michael chose to use it as a meeting place.” Dracula first walked toward the restaurant.

"Welcome." Yabei Mia smiled. After hearing the words of Jinx, her mood has changed again. It turns out that there is still a dragon that does not despise the semi-racial, if his father is also gold. The dragon is just fine.

Sally nodded slightly, although he didn't like bloodthirsty vampires, but the one who was just preparing to help Meg and Amy, who had been performing well, still left a good impression on her.

"Hello, beautiful lady, I finally know why Michael City chose to hold talks here. In addition to the exquisite restaurant, it is more important to have an elegant and beautiful waitress." Dracula looked at the eyes of the two. One bright, smiling and owing to the body.

When everyone entered the restaurant, Michael looked at McGonagall and said with some gratitude: "Mr. Mai, thank you for the work you did in the family of the miners this morning. You saved many people living in the misery, and also for this city. Removed a haze."

"I just happened to see it. The need to rely on the city government and the Grey Temple is still necessary to clear the city's haze. But I hope that the urban master can give people who live under the haze a breathable opportunity to let them know that the haze is not closed. The walls of the copper wall only need them to reach out, and someone outside the haze can grab their hands and pull them out." McGonagall looked at Michael seriously.

"What do you think of Mr. Mai?" Michael asked Meg, and he looked serious. The words that Bradley brought him back to McGonagall surprised him. He could say such words. It's not just a chef who cooks.

McGonagall looked at Michael's hesitation for a while and said: "High talk can't be talked about. It's just a personal opinion. I think the city's capital and the Grey Temple may work together to build a petitioning agency for all residents of the chaotic city. What if they suffered? Unfair treatment, when they are under unbearable threats, they have a place to ask for help, instead of being helpless waiting for death and life. Of course, the premise is that the Grey Temple and the City House can play each other. The role of independence and mutual supervision will only become a new patrol house."