Chapter 1403： Children make choices

Why is Irina in your bed? Camilla asked, with a bit of conviction in her eyes. Although Irina is as beautiful as a fairy, she is also beautiful. Why can she sleep on the bed if she sleeps on the floor?

"And, you slept Alex's woman, you are not afraid that he cut you?" Camilla's voice lowered a few points, feeling that he suddenly caught something important, even how can he not help Tension is tight.

"What made me sleep a woman of Alex, I haven't slept yet!" McGonagall rolled his eyes, and how did Alex cut him and let him swing his knife from the palace?

Looking at Cammy's mysterious expression, McGon probably guessed what she was thinking, and some helplessly said: "Irina Princess lived in the restaurant for many days, because she is currently in the city of chaos. There is no suitable place to live, so staying in the restaurant, taking into account her status, so she slept in the master bedroom, I slept in the small bedroom next door next door."

"Well?" Camilla was a little embarrassed. Why didn't she know about it?

"Boss, you are up." At this time, Kina yawned downstairs and looked at Camilla standing at the door of the kitchen. Some accidentally said: "Sister Camilla, have you come so early? ”

"Jinna, Princess Irina is not living in the restaurant." McGonagall looked at Gina.

"Yeah, Princess Irina and Amy are not living in your room?" Gina, a little bit, then said: "If you think that if you live alone, you can move to my room to live."

Camilla, who was somewhat embarrassed, heard the words and glanced at McGonagall, saying: "Slag man."

Meg: ╮(╯▽╰)╭

What can he do? The mermaid princess from Rantite is so hospitable.

Irina took Amy downstairs, and Mia also arrived one after another, giving the cleaners a hot, preserved egg and lean porridge. Everyone had breakfast, and Meg was ready to send Amy to school.

"Boss, I want to take a long vacation." Shirley followed Meg and looked at him at the door.

"Well?" McGonagall looked at Shilla, and the night elves and Irina were in the city of chaos. Why did he have to take time off?

"Some family things need to go back and solve." Shirley glanced at Anna, who was not far away, and showed some apologies on her face. Then she looked at McGonagall: "Anna can only ask you."

When McGregor saw Shelley not wanting to say more, she didn't ask much. When she was slightly indulged, she nodded. "Oh, Anna, I will take care of her, and you pay attention to safety."

"Good." Shelley nodded and turned to go to Anna, kneeling down to gently hug her, whispered a few words with her, then got up and said a few words with Irina, and finally said goodbye to everyone. Then I will leave directly.

"I will wait for you to come back, please, I must come back." Anna chased the door and looked at Shirley, who had already boarded the horse, and said with a red eye.

"Reassured, I will come back, sure." Shelley looked back at Anna, smiled, and fell into the city, then left.

"Sheryl girl, are you leaving again?" Constantine rushed out of the team and looked at Sherry's back, but the Iraqis had gone far, leaving only one farther and farther. Back view.

"A sad story." McGonagall looked at Constantine with some pity and rode a car to Amy to go to school.

The Forest of Wind is undergoing a revolution, Shirley, or the identity of Bloor. He has learned from the materials of the Grey Temple, as the son of the Babili family, and has a marriage contract with Sally. Such a turbulent moment of choice to return to the forest of the wind, naturally has his reasons.

Broll chose to go back and he respected his choice.

However, since he became a member of the night elves, they will definitely meet again in the near future, or they will stand on the same front.

On the way to Amy to go to school, the little guy was holding his waist and asked with curiosity: "Father, do you like mother, or do you like Camilla sister? Or is it a sister?" If you choose one from them, who do you choose?"

"Children make choices." McGonagall smiled a little. "And I, apart from your mother, dare to choose someone else?"

"If you choose something else... you might be killed." Amy thought.

"You know it, you can't just use the word 'again' next time." McGonagall sighed and said seriously.

"Oh." Amy replied, and said: "Sister Ccamilla is really sleeping on the floor again?"

"Good, we don't say this." McGonagall nodded helplessly, sent Amy to school and returned to the restaurant.

The doorbell rang shortly after the morning business.

Meg, who was preparing to take a cup of tea and take a break, walked up to the door, opened the door, and was shocked by hundreds of lava trolls standing outside the door.

"Amount..." McGonagall’s gaze fell on Sargeras, who was standing at the forefront. He asked: "Sad, is the Burning Legion expanding again?"

Sargeras looked at McGonagall: "The boss of Mai, they are all my own people, and they are all members of the Burning Legion. From today, they are taken care of by the boss."

McGonagall also noticed that these lava devils are both men and women, and it seems that Sargeras really brought the entire lava demon family to the chaotic city.

However, the lava devils of the Megatron side of the year had only such a group of old and weak soldiers, which really made people feel a little bit.

Moreover, McGonagall feels that Sargeras seems to have some differences. In addition to breaking through the nine levels, there seems to be some change in momentum. Probably it seems that there is more and more tyrants.

"Let's talk about it." McGonagall nodded with a smile. He seemed to have seen a group of fanatics with waxy meat.

Meat clips for the benefit of the lava demons, Sargeras once said bluntly to him.

Sargeras is straightforward and steadfast in his work. McGonagall is very appreciative of him. If the meatballs can help them with this gradual decline, let them rise again as a Burning Legion, he is very happy. Give them help within their capabilities.

"However, if you want to buy meat, you don't have to come in so many people, so you can buy it more conveniently, and it will not affect other customers to line up." McGonagall reminded, otherwise the restaurant is a burning legion. The special event.

"Well, in the future, up to ten people will line up." Sargeras nodded with a smile and got nodded by the boss of the wheat. The re-emergence of their Burning Legion is no longer a fantasy.

After sending away the Burning Legion, McGonagall heard the sound of iron hitting next door, and suddenly remembered the machines that he had previously customized to Ink White. Now that the night elves are idle and have nothing to do, it is better to let them invest in labor in time and be self-reliant. Create some military expenses for the Burning Legion.

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