Chapter 973： Correct, reward you with a sword

Going downstairs and taking a shower, Meg, who changed clothes again, went to the window, picked up a corner curtain, and looked at the black man outside the restaurant. He had discovered this existence before, but he didn’t expect him to rush. A bath has not yet gone.

Look at this dress, it is obvious to tell others that he is not good, and replaced the bad guys with a black cloth and hung on his face.

"Seventh, human, Luodu people, have you finally arrived?" McGonagall grinned, a little later than he expected, but it also confirmed that he is Noah Goodall. The message should have been passed out and trusted, so there will be such a seven-level knight sent to the door.

Noah Goodall and Timothy's grievances and hatreds. When he was in Luodu, McGonagall understood that he could send a seven-level knight to kill him, showing the deep hatred between the two. The hate of the wife, but this is the case.

"You can't do it here. Julian's powerful spirit can definitely sense everything that happened here. Whether it's raining to cover up the sound, you have to find a suitable killing place." Meg's face showed a little thought.

"I heard that the rules of the city of chaos are very strict. Before you start, you must confirm that the killer is Noah. You can't leave any traces when you start. Otherwise, those who are caught by the gray temple can't get it." Downstairs, black. The dresser’s face was also hesitant and cautious on the face, slowly approaching the restaurant door, and a cold light was exposed from the sleeves.

"Timothy let you come to me?" Just then, a calm voice came from the window on the second floor.

The Casa Ding, who had just grabbed the doorknob, was stiff and then looked up at Meg, standing by the window. The guy in the moonlight looks exactly the same as the portrait in his arms. The goal of his trip.

"It seems that you know what I am doing, Noah Goodall." Casadin let go of the doorknob and stepped back two steps. He looked at McGonagall with a scornful smile: "If you do, then you Just let me kill you directly, you are less painful, and I have less trouble, why not."

"It’s really simple to think about the task, but it’s not a competent killer.” McGonagall held up at the window, jumped over and jumped, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He smiled and said: "You come chasing me, chasing me." Let you kill."

When the voice falls, the leg will run.

"Hey!"

The poisoned dark arrows and all kinds of darts flew behind McGonagall, but all of them were dangerously passed by him, nailed to the trunk and stone.

"This kid's luck is good, he even escaped." Casadine frowned, looked at the second floor of the window, his mouth showed a cold smile. "He seems to have a half-elf daughter. Master Timothy asked me to bring her back alive, but now I have to kill the guy first, and run to no one else, just right."

The black shadow fell into the darkness, not far behind and behind McGonagall.

The Aden Square is very large. McGonagall took a circle in the square with the guy behind him. Finally, he stopped in the most remote stone forest. It is already a diagonal with the Mai Mi restaurant. Even if something happens, it should not. Someone will doubt the restaurant.

The cold moonlight falls, and the landform here is a miniature version of the Viking Ridge Stone Forest of the Gnomes. The four or five-meter-high boulder looks quite spectacular, but it seems a bit gloomy in this cold winter night.

"Kid, why don't you run?" Casadin stopped at five or six meters and sneered at McGonagall. The speed of this guy was somewhat unexpected. Even he was the best at speed. Almost lost and lost, but fortunately he has a very high talent for tracking, and ultimately did not let him run away.

"In order not to let you lose, I waited for a while." Maggie smiled and looked at Kasdin, just advanced to the seventh level, the kind of power sent from the body made him eager to try, such a same It is a seven-level opponent, but it is a good practice target.

"Hey, kid, talk less mad!" Cassandra turned black, cold and shouted, and took out the short sword at the waist. "I ordered the younger brother of Timothy to come and take your dog!"

"In this case, a duel is inevitable." McGonagall pulled out his long sword and said with solemnity.

"Duel? Oh, you are only a four-level, what is the qualification to fight with me? This is just a massacre." Casadine is full of disdain, said one step, it is directly into the void, again When it appeared, it was already in front of McGonagall.

However, all his movements suddenly stopped at this moment, his big eyes slowly moved down, and he was incredulously looking at the long sword that pierced the heart. "You...you...how can you so fast……"

"You don't want to talk nonsense, but I am very long-lasting." McGonagall took a step back and took a long sword and looked at the unsatisfied Casa Din. Some helplessly said: "You are too slow, slow. I am a little disappointed, the same is seven, how do you eat that dish? Nothing."

Casa Ding’s eyes widened and he said: “You...you are not...Noah...”

"Congratulations, you got it right, reward you with a sword." The long sword in the hands of McGonagall was stabbed again, and a sword sealed his throat.

On the clothes of Kasatin, the blood on the sword was wiped out. Meg was treated in detail on the spot. The original road returned, all the traces were cleaned, and all the hidden weapons that were thrown out of the Casadine were recovered. After leaving no traces, I re-turned the window into the room, took a shower again, put on my pajamas, went to bed, and opened the braised pork experience pack.

Fat but not greasy, sweet and fluffy braised pork is a home-cooked dish that most Chinese people love, and has a place in traditional dishes.

McGonagall is a loyal fan of braised pork. This dish has different practices in the north and south of the country. For example, in the choice of spices, there will be obvious regional characteristics.

The braised pork given by the system should be a combination of braised pork in the north and the south. However, McGonagall never tried to make braised pork in the past, so he did not know what kind of flavor it would be.

However, as a dish that he often eats, braised pork should not be judged in Weibo in the past. Now I think about it... It’s really a young age, so many, and it’s still my own.

"Come on, braised pork, I have to look at how hard this dish is." McGonagall looked back at Amy, who was already in her sleep, closing her eyes and pushing the door of the kitchen test ground.

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