Chapter 1122: Boss, how are you!

McGonagall's hand slipped from the collar to the skirt, carefully understanding the material of the wonderful clothes, and some curious how Mia made such an identical maid costume.
"Ah~~"
Yabei Mia blushes and makes a long groan.
McGonagall stunned, and some strangely looked at the sudden flush of his face, his chest violently undulating, and Mia biting his lips and saying nothing, did he seem to have done nothing? Why is she looking like she is going to die?
When Magna's slender fingers crossed Mia's collar, it was like stroking her collarbone, and when he grabbed her skirt, her hips were like electric shock. Letting the pair of warm hands squat, the feeling of numbness spread throughout the body, almost making her stand unstable.
"Boss, how are you!"
The strong sense of shame made Mia's face red like an apple, and it was like a silky look. Meg's gaze was a little more feminine. Some of the hard words said: "This... this is my scale..."
"Ah?" McGonagall stunned, subconsciously pinching again, nodded. "No wonder so slippery."
"Ah~"
Mia couldn't help but snorted, tears in her eyes flashing.
"Oh, sorry Mia, I was only the first time I saw the clothes that the dragon scales became, some curiosity." Maggie slightly retracted his hand and found his behavior a bit abrupt, some sorry.
"No... It doesn't matter..." Mia Yami shook his head, and some weak ways, the numbness of the buttocks had not completely disappeared. After Meg's hand was taken away, it was inexplicably lost.
"What happened to me? No! I am definitely not such a person... Mr. McGonagall just didn't know..." Mia thought in her heart, trying to throw out strange thoughts in her mind, but she couldn't bear it. Live and think back to that wonderful feeling.
Elizabeth glanced at the sub-Mia Mia, looked at Meg again, hesitated for a while, then slowly loosened the clenched fist.
"I am going to prepare clothes for you." McGonagall said, turning to the floor, the situation seems a bit embarrassing, he still smashed.
"My father touched Mia's sister and let Mia's sister send a strange voice. Does this need to be written down?" Amy took out a small book in the corner, revealing the expression of thinking.

Nothing?
Elizabeth asked Mia whispering.
"Well, I'm fine." Mia nodded and barely squeezed a smile. "The boss doesn't know, so this can't blame him."
"Yeah." Elizabeth said with a sigh of relief.
McGon went upstairs and let the system re-do a set of maid costumes for the Miyazaki, and took the clothes and was preparing to go downstairs. Gina walked out of the room with a dead water and saw that Meg went straight. He came over and gave him a big hug, then smiled and said hello: "Good morning, Mr. McGonagall."
"Good morning, Gina." McGonagall pulled his face out of the deep gully and gasped, and some helplessly said hello.
It is too painful to endure this kind of facial cleanser every morning.
This has prompted him to postpone the date of assigning Gina to the staff quarters.
Um, really fragrant.
"I want to go back to Landister today and bring you the shark's fin and the fish's lips." Gina looked at McGonagall.
"You can't fly. If you want to go back, it will take a lot of time on the road?" McGonagall looked at Gina and bought the system's real-time translation system. He has been able to have daily conversations with Gina, and in his spare time. Teach her some lingua franca.
He has two shark's fins and fish lips in his hand, enough to make a two-pot Buddha jump wall today, but tomorrow's Buddha jump wall ingredients are gone, it is really necessary to start the Landiste supply chain.
Gina smiled: "Miss Elizabeth promised to go back with me today, but the high priest said that he would soon think of ways to transport shark's fin and fish lip."
"That's good." McGonagall nodded. With the power of the Lanstead family, it would not be a problem to think of a transportation method. Since he did not need him to brainstorm, he did not ask more.
"Mr. McGonagall is as handsome as yesterday." Gina looked at Meg's back and went downstairs, snickering at her face.
"Mia, this is the clothes I prepared for you. You should go upstairs and change it." McGonagall went downstairs and handed the clothes to Mia.
"Good... good." Yabei Mia took the clothes, walked upstairs, went up the stairs, rubbed his face with clothes, and smiled happily: "Mr. McGonagall was ready for me." clothes."
"Elizabeth's clothes..." McGonagall looked at Elizabeth. He remembered that she changed directly when she changed her last time. Didn't she wear clothes, but use scales to become clothes?
Elizabeth stepped back two steps, a little farther away from Meg, and some of them watched Meg, and the temperature around them dropped a few degrees.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious." McGonagall quickly turned his hands behind him to show his innocence.
"I won't let others meet me." Elizabeth was quite proud.
"Elisabeth sister, let's go dancing." Amy held the music box and gently pulled the Elizabethan skirt.
"It seems like this is the case." McGonagall glanced at Amy's hand and smiled and turned into the kitchen.
Elizabeth: "..."
"What are we going to do?" Amy asked.
"Just the last time." Elizabeth looked at Amy's cute look, but couldn't afford to breathe a little, and some helpless.
"Plus me!" Mia, who changed her clothes, quickly went downstairs and joined the team that studied dance.
McGee entered the kitchen and watched Camilla, who used ten swords to make a sword, and couldn't help but scream.
Camilla's sharp ten nails gave Maggie inspiration, so he asked the system to customize two sets of finger knives for her.
As the name implies, it is a pair of slender knives fixed on the fingers that can be easily driven like nails instead of Camilla's nails.
As Meggi expected, with these ten finger knives, Camilla is able to cut the ingredients into the desired shape easily, although the speed is worse than Feili, but already in the Mai Mi restaurant. Can't find a second person who can be compared with her, including McGonagall.
"Brushing brush!"
The knife slipped over, and a winter bamboo shoot was turned into a pile of grain-sized particles, which fell into a box.
"Oh, such a simple job, how can it be difficult to live with me." Camilla smiled a little, and used the idea to control a green bean to fly, and then cut them into rice grains between the knives.
She likes the sound of this brush and the feeling of cutting, there is a kind of inexplicable pleasure.

This is probably the real version of the fruit?

McGonagall raised an eyebrow.