Chapter 2272： Auntie, times have changed!

After a simple gathering, McGonagall watched Princess Xi hug Vicky away and closed the door.

Although there is still no useful news from Xi's mouth, it is not without gain today.

At least he knew who the other dungeon in Nolan Continent was, and he was still an acquaintance.

Although Vicky's mood is not very stable, she still cheats too much compared to Xi.

McGonagall had already thought about it, so he took Vicky as a breakthrough and pried the secret of the dungeon from her mouth.

With the Black Cat Opera Company, she can't get away.

McGonagall was preparing to pack the tableware, Irina smiled and walked down the corner of the stairs, "Isn’t it very happy to have a drink and have fun with two little beauties?"

"I'm working." McGonagall said sternly.

Irina gave him a blank look, and sat down on a chair beside her, "I didn't expect that Vicky's nanny was also from the dungeon, but she didn't seem to be strong, nor outstanding."

"With the aid of high-tech, physical combat capability does not fully represent a person's combat effectiveness. I have seen her go to Cthulhu to blew herself up on the ice field, and I have also seen her run wild on the ice field in a mech. Scene." McGonagall shook his head with a smile, "If you add mecha, her combat effectiveness is equivalent to that of a ninth-tier dragon, and if you match a battleship, it will be even more incalculable."

Irina opened her mouth. Although she didn’t know exactly what bonuses McGonagall’s mechas and battleships could bring to Vicky, she still chose to trust his judgment and said, “I think she’s treating you. Very interested."

It shows that the charm of brother is not diminished back then. McGonagall said solemnly: "I think they just want to eat the food I cook for nothing, the old tradition of the dungeon."

"You go to the dungeon first?" Irina asked looking into McGonagall's eyes.

"Yes, there is the secret of becoming a **** hidden there. For me, it is indeed very attractive. I will definitely go and see it." McGonagall nodded.

"But there is no **** in this world." Irina's voice was a little cold, and her expression was no longer a bit of joking.

McGonagall froze suddenly, realizing the meaning of Irina's words, fine beads of sweat came out on his forehead, and his back was even more cold.

Yes, there are countless legends about gods circulating on the Nolan continent, and almost every race worships various gods.

But... in the past endless months, there is no definite evidence that gods have appeared, and no race has gods to take them to the top.

Gods may have appeared on the continent of Nolan, but they have all disappeared.

No one knows where they went, and they left no evidence.

In such a huge continent, in a world where countless races coexist, in countless years, has no one really touched that boundary?

Even in these short hundreds of years, Alex and Lantis have seen the existence of that invisible barrier.

He didn't think they were ancient geniuses, so the probability would be greater.

Where did those people who became gods go?

"I understand your pursuit of power, but what about after becoming a god? Do we miss you in the future and we can only burn you a stick of incense?" Irina continued to ask.

McGonagall laughed dumbly, speaking of burning incense... he thought of his incense becoming a god.

"Xi said that the underground city has a higher level of existence than the tenth level. They call it supernatural. I want to see what kind of existence the so-called supernatural exists, and whether it is really a supernatural god." McGonagall looked on. Seriously said: "If they become gods but can still stay in the dungeon, it means that all this is not impossible to break."

Irina nodded thoughtfully, and said: "If you meet a real god, you may not be able to get out of the dungeon."

"If I can't fight, I will run. I am quite confident about my ability to escape." McGonagall smiled and leaned over to Irina, stretched out her hand and squeezed her shoulders, and said: "Would you like something to eat? There is barbecue."

"I don't want to eat the leftovers from you." Irina shook her head and thought for a while and said: "You can eat me next."

"This..." McGonagall glanced at Irina's plump red lips, turned and walked towards the kitchen, "I'll knead the dough."

A bowl of sliced ​​noodles was quickly prepared, and McGonagall added two fried eggs to her.

McGonagall sat down opposite Irina and watched quietly while she was eating noodles.

The beautiful face, the little cherry mouth sucked lightly, and a sliced ​​noodle slipped into her mouth like a silver fish, and then she chewed and swallowed it, looking cute and cute.

"Don't stare at me while eating." Irina glared at him.

"Some people say that when you stay quietly somewhere, you should focus on the most beautiful things." McGonagall shrugged, "I have no choice."

"You are poor." Irina rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but raise her mouth. She took a bite of the fried, crispy and fluffy omelette, and her heart slowly flowed out. The outside was scorched and the inside was tender and fragrant.

She likes McGonagall's fried eggs the most. They seem to be fried with pigs. They are tender on the outside and tender on the inside. They are fluffy and chewy. They are not delicious in other countries.

With a bowl of noodles and two fried eggs, Irina was somewhat satisfied and put down her chopsticks contentedly.

"What's going on at the school?" Irina asked casually.

"It should be almost done. I will check it out tomorrow and put the equipment in. It should be completed before the children start school." McGonagall nodded, he was quite confident in the night elf construction team.

"Let's go." Irina got up, ready to go out.

"Where to go?" McGonagall wondered, what would he do to go out for a good spring night?

"Didn't you get a gun from Xi? Let's go and play." Irina said, looking at him, and then said: "It's not yours."

"I didn't expect you to be interested in this too." McGonagall was a little surprised.

"Do you think I am an old-fashioned antique?"

"That's not true, but ordinary men are more interested in such things."

"I just don't want to be left behind by the times. After all, some younger generation will say: Auntie, the times have changed! That's embarrassing." Irina said frankly.

"Let's go, then I will teach you how to practice guns today." McGonagall smiled, holding her hand, "Go to the Warcraft Mountains."

Irina waved her hand, a golden light lit up under the feet of the two of them, and the two appeared outside the city, and another flicker appeared on the highest mountain in the Warcraft Mountains.

"This is a heavy sniper with a kill range of 30 kilometers. It can be a fatal threat to the tenth-level strong within 15 kilometers..." McGonagall took out the heavy sniper and began to introduce it to Irina Cope. Then teach her how to aim and shoot.