Shaun’s apologetics left, and McGonagall re-entered the coachman back into the carriage, driving in a direction of the food street with a barely stable carriage.

"It seems that it is inevitable that this guy is stared by Sean. It can only prove that he is not Alex when he gives food to the king tomorrow." McGonagall was slightly heavy.

Sean is not as rough as his outside. Since he is suspicious, he will stare at him. The assassin who traced Louis XIII has proved that he has not given up looking for Alex, and he is no better than Joe. Xes is going to die.

If Alex is not dead, then his three years of hard work will be turned into nothing, and the people's respect for him will be transferred to Alex's body. There is only one God of War, it must be the most powerful person.

"Sister Irina, you are so powerful, so big cattle, you will be flattened at once." Amy looked at Irina with a look of worship.

Irina is quite admired by Amy's adoration. The feeling of being worshipped by her daughter seems to be more special. The cloud is light and windy and swings: "It's just a light shot, not enough."

Krassu touched his beard and smiled and said: "Little Amy, you don't need to envy. I was also a melee who followed me for a while. Although she is not my apprentice, she is half a half. Sister. But she is not good at learning, and the real magic is not learned. When you grow up, you must be better than her."

"Well, the old man with white beard, you still have a private possession. When you told me that I had given me a gift, I still have more magic!" Irina’s good-looking brow Looking at Krassu for the bad.

"Awesome magic is naturally to teach your apprentice, and little Irina, you can't marry me. When your elves interfered with your learning magic with me, I gave you all the magic you could learn." The other magic, your strength at that time can be far enough to go to school." Krasu shrugged, did not accept this pot.

Amy’s eyes lit up. “It’s good that my sister Irina is still my sister. It’s good if Xiaomi is as good as Irina’s sister.”

"Don't worry, it's not necessarily better than me, but it's definitely better than most people, you are my Irina..." Irina looked at Amy and paused. "Small Sister."

McGonagall listened to the dialogue in the carriage, and his face always had a faint smile. I don't know why, the mood is inexplicable.

The carriage was parked in an alley outside the food street. The carriage with the badge of the Second Emperor's House was too conspicuous. It was impossible to do anything low-key, and it did not conform to McGonagall's acting style.

“The food industry is too crowded. We parked the carriage here and walked over.” McGonagall opened the curtain and said with a smile.

"Okay, okay! Let the father hug! Hold high!" Amy ran out first, then opened her hands at Meg and pouted a small mouth.

"This is my man!" Irina's eyebrows picked and turned to look at McGonagall, her eyes slightly raised. "Do you dare to hold other women?"

"Well, my father hugs, my father raises high." McGonagall smiled and picked up Amy, raised his head and then let it go down, raised his head again, and put it down again.

"Well!"

"Good!"

"It's fun!"

Amy was happy and her face was full of happy smiles.

After five or six consecutive trips, McGonagall held Amy in her arms and kissed her forehead in a good mood.

"He not only hugged! He even kissed!" Irina blinked, but looked at Amy, her eyes were gentle, and her mood was slightly weird. It seemed like she was holding her daughter. It was not a special thing to kiss her daughter’s forehead. Things.

"But why are the two of them so close?!" Irina looked at Meg and Amy with a smile on her face, and her heart was still a bit sour. Meg did not look at her from beginning to end. There is only one person left in Amy.

"Irina sister, what's wrong with you? Do you want your father to hug and raise it high?" Amy turned to look at Irina, asked with a look of concern, then patted the wheat with her hand. The shoulders of the grid, mingled into his ear and whispered: "Father, you have a chance!"

"I..." Irina almost couldn't resist the word 'thinking' from the back, but looking at the calm look like a stranger, stopped, biting the words: "Don't want "Then I jumped out of the car."

McGonagall raised his eyebrows, and he was helpless for the madness of Amy who wanted to match him and Irina. What a chance.

"You go to eat first, I will go find an old friend, and come back to you later." Krassu came down from the carriage and said with a smile, then he left with the wizard's staff.

No one in the alley, McGonagall looked at Irina, and Irina looked at McGonagall.

The two are so four-faced and silent, and the atmosphere seems to be a bit embarrassing.

It was such a strange silence for a while, Amy whispered a question: "Is it right?"

Irina reached out and took Amy, then pointed to the ugly duckling, who was weak in the rut, and ordered: "I am holding Amy, you hold it."

"Okay." McGonagall looked at holding Amy, Irina, who didn't have a little discussion, was a little helpless to pick up the ugly duckling.

The family mother wants to hug the child, can he still stop?

Besides, even if he wants to stop, can it stop?

This is not an order of magnitude opponent!

He is now like the black rhinoceros, and everyone can slap flat with a wooden chair.

And, more importantly, she is actually a magician!

Therefore, after a series of precise inferences, McGonagall still holds the ugly duckling.

Whenever I recognize each other, it is obviously a good thing for Amy to communicate with her to promote some feelings.

However, the overbearing princess fell in love with this kind of drama, and he has not yet thought about it.

Yingbai Baifumeiqiang, climbed the peak of life, became the world's strongest little white face, sitting on the world's first beauty, the envy and hatred of the world's men.

Listening is very beautiful, but I can only think of holding an ugly duckling at home every day. I watched Amy and her mother fall in love with each other. This kind of day without human rights is simply unimaginable!

Since you have crossed the world, you can't build a harem. If you live a flop that decides who to sleep on, you have to do at least a good husband!

"No! This strength must be restored soon!" McGonagall made up his mind in his heart.

"You seem to have a lot of dissatisfaction with me?" Irina, who just stepped out of the two steps, suddenly looked back at McGonagall.

"How do you know?" McGonagall blurted out.