Chapter 1053: Killed this *** bat

"Hey!"
The sound echoed in the dark room, accompanied by a red-faced cry.
"Oh, you really changed."
Irina’s whip in her hand went to the ground, and looked at McGee, who was covered in whip marks, and took a breath, but the tone was mild.
The reddish Meg stood up straight, and she put down the whip. He was still a real man with a skeleton. He calmly said: "The eyes don't necessarily see the truth, things are not what you think, for so many years, What kind of person am I, don't you know?"
Irina looked at Camilla, which was embedded in the wall, and shook her head. "You will only accept it passively. Now, you pick up the whip and the candle, and you have learned such complicated binding skills. You wear it. Whose clothes!"
McGonagall wants to cry without tears. He is obviously a victim too!
"But I am really innocent! I went to Longdao this morning. When I came back, I felt someone was following me. I wanted to lead her out, I turned into the alley, and then I was stunned and dragged. Come here..."
"If you say this, are you still a passive shake?"
"If you must do this... probably it..."
Irina stared at McGonagall's eyes for a moment. Although his eyes were helpless, his eyes did not escape, and he was as pure as he was.
"Well, I will prove your chance to you." Irina reached out and folded Camilla, which was embedded in the wall, "killed this bat."
"So... not so good?" McGon looked at Camilla, who was embedded in the wall in a weird posture. Although the countess had a strange brain, the behavior so far was not killed. .
McGonagall coughed and looked wisely. "She is the Countess Bartoli. Her position in the vampire family is not low. Killing her will definitely cause a lot of trouble. And she also has a black cat." Most of the servants know about this, but now they are not seen, if this matter is passed out..."
"Do you mean this ugly thing?" Irina went out and threw an unconscious black cat at McGonagall's feet.
McGonagall: "..."
The silence of the embarrassment lasted for a while.
"Have you ever eaten? Or, I will go back and eat it for you." McGonagall looked at Irina, softly.
"I don't eat noodles, I want to eat steak." Irina's eyes lit up with a glimmer of light.
"Okay, I will do it for you." McGonagall nodded, crossed the black cat and walked toward the door.
Irina looked at Camilla on the wall and saw a skate in her hand, but the ice skates quickly collapsed into a scum of ice, put on a silk hat, and turned and walked toward the door.
"Oh, an old virgin of a few hundred years old."
Meg, standing at the door, just heard Irina’s groan, and the corner of her mouth was pulled. This is really an old virgin.
However, she did not kill, but let him breathe a sigh of relief.
It is not s.m to play with emotions. Camilla is also one of the restaurant's regular customers. Because a misunderstanding has been killed, he will inevitably feel a little uneasy.
The two walked in the direction of the McMei restaurant in tandem, and Irina was ten or so behind the McGee, not too slow.
McGonagall found a corner with a piece of clothing on the outside. The clothes on her body had just been smashed by Irina's whip. It looked like a strange thing.
"what?"
When I walked to the magic potion shop, Irina stopped and her eyes flashed a trace of surprise.
"Hey." McGon, who had just walked to the door of the restaurant, made a squeaking gesture to Irina. He knew that Irina and Julian were old acquaintances, but now he still doesn't want the third person to know Irina. Relationship with him.
Irina thought about it and walked towards the restaurant.
Magog sighed and took out the key to open the restaurant door. It is already two o'clock in the afternoon and there should be no one in the restaurant.
"jingle."
With a soft bang, McGonagall opened the door.
"Mr. McGonagall!"
A pleasant voice sounded, McGonagall hadn't recovered, and a figure with long red and gold hair had already rushed over, and suddenly jumped into his arms, slender and legs wrapped around his waist.
"Hey..." Gina said a bunch of fish, and although McGonagall couldn't understand, she could feel her worry from her expression and tone.
If it is normal, McGonagall will fight for two seconds and then accept this concern from his own staff.
but now……
He has already felt the coolness behind him.
"What day is it today! How can the Shura field be one after another!" McGonagall was mourning.
"Ah, waiter Gina, I am very good, I have not been killed, you don't have to worry about me." Before Irina pulled out the small chair, McGonagall lifted Gina's legs and pulled it a little. distance.
The chair that Irina had just pulled out was put back by her.
The eyes of the review first stayed in her chest for a while, and the eyes suddenly picked up, even bigger than her.
The gaze moved down, because the clothes were short, so the flat white belly was exposed outside, and a white pearl was placed in the navel, which was quite attractive.
Further down, under the skirt, is the straight, slender legs in the black stockings.

Just a waiter?
Irina didn’t believe it.
"Advanced, come on." McGonagall went into the door, and of course the housework was better at home.
"Who is she?" Gina noticed that Irina, who was behind McGonagall, had a hint of doubt in her eyes, but she still showed a simple smile at her, pressing the door to make Irene Na came in.
"Who is she? Why is it in the restaurant?" Irina also looked at Gina. She just didn't understand a word she said, not a continental lingua franca, nor a language of other races.

Jinah is a mermaid. She was transferred to the restaurant by the transmission array. Because she could not leave the sea, Amy temporarily took her in the restaurant as a waiter, customized a big fish tank for her, and was responsible for appeasing the children in the restaurant.
Entering the door, McGonagall quickly introduced, "Because the language is unreasonable, she likes to express herself in body language. Just that hug is a body language she often uses, expressing welcome and concern."
"Hello, I am Gina." Gina smiled and extended her hand to Irina, greeted with the words of the mainland common language.
"..."
"Grandma... can you not hit this face!" McGonagall's expression instantly froze.
"Hello." Irina glanced at Meg, with a sneer in her mouth, and she reached out and gently touched Gina's hand.
"She...she..." McGonagall felt his throat a little dry, and for a moment he didn't know what to explain.