Chapter 1189: You **** gentle...

"Ok?"
McGonagall looked at the girl who had just reached his chest and had a short, curly, short-haired girl. He stumbled, and the petite figure was not quite matched with the hugeness and softness that came back from the hand. This sudden collision with the ball It is really unstoppable.
The girl looked down at the two hands on her chest and licked it, then suddenly looked up at McGonagall.
Some messy curls were separated on both sides, revealing a white, clear face, a little freckle on the nose that made the face vivid, blue-gray eyes full of shyness, two pink white ears It stood up like a kitten, and it was a bit cute.
She was wearing a thin cotton blouse, and her right hand was still holding a half of the cake. There was a lot of gray on her body, like she was just rolling on the ground.
"Bastard, don't you let go!" The cat-ear girl was ashamed.
McGonagall quickly retracted his hand, and some were embarrassed: "Sorry, the girl rushes in a hurry, under the hood..."
"This side!" Just then, a rush of footsteps came from behind the alley, approaching quickly in this direction.
"Shut up! Kiss me." The cat's ear looked back at a little panic, and reached out and grabbed Meg's mouth. Some orders were urgent, then turned to the corner and grabbed McGonagall's collar. Pulling down, McGonagall's face came to her in front of her, almost kissing her thin lips.
However, just as the four lips were about to be attached, McGonagall raised his hand and held the wall behind the girl. Looking at the face and closing his eyes, a pair of girls who looked like a dead girl, slightly raised their eyebrows. What is the trouble? Are the girls now so open?
However, the reaction of the cat girl, he can also guess something, it seems that someone is chasing her.
This inexplicably familiar bridge.
At this moment, a group of people had already rushed out from the next door. Meg slightly sideways, unbuttoned the coat, and the coat spread out to the sides, just wrapped around the cat girl, McGonagall lowered his head, one hand Pressing the wall, the faces of the two are almost close together, and from the outside, it is like a pair of lovers who are kissing.
The group obviously slowed down when they passed by McGonagall. They stared at McGonagall’s back and looked at it for a while. The woman under the coat was unable to see anything. The city of chaos was really open, and soon it was speeding up. At the speed, someone whispered: "Hurry up! If you let her run, the chief will definitely not let us go!"
After everyone was far away, McGonagall looked slightly at the side. It was a group of orcs. The strength of the team had reached eight, and the rest were also the orcs of the six or seven. So why do the orcs with weak strengths chase? What about this cat girl? The chieftain is the name of the orc tribal leader. How does this matter relate to the orcs?
Connie closed her eyes tightly, anticipating a slimy, disgusting kiss, but unexpectedly did not come, which made her feel a little surprised.
This man who has just taken up his own cheap man is not a good person at first glance. How can it be cheaper?
However, the rushing footsteps that approached her let her hold her breath, and did not dare to move. If they were caught, she would be killed like a father, and no one could go back to save her brother. She must live. Then it becomes even stronger.
Although there was no kiss, but the warm breath exhaled from the almost bare face of the face, gently blowing her face, but her face suddenly rose red, no pungent sweat smell on the average orc. On the contrary, it has a faint scent.
"Does this strange smell on the human man's body?" Connie's heart was full of doubts, the coat that wraps her up is so warm, and the man who is almost close to her is like a big stove. In general, it immediately drove off the cold.
She ran for more than ten days, ice and snow, no clothes to keep warm, and did not dare to sleep well. Every day she opened her eyes and began to run. She was almost caught several times, even in this city called Freedom. The place, she still can not find a place to accommodate herself.
But now this warm embrace, let her panic heart settle down, inexplicably peace of mind.
McGond determined that the orc had run away, regained his gaze, and looked at the back of the wall, his hands clasping the half of the muddy cake to protect the cat girl in front of her, she still closed her eyes. The long eyelashes trembled slightly, but the mouth twitched slightly.
"What is she looking forward to?" Meg's eyes glimpsed, looking at the girl's slightly pouting mouth, cherry mouth, lip shape is very cute, just a little bit of blood, and because of the dry skin, it will be very Affect the kissing experience.
As a serious person, this is certainly not the reason why Meg did not say anything.
Is he such a casual person?
Even if Irina threw him down, he at least symbolically fought a few times.
"They have gone far." McGonagall retracted his arm and straightened up, watching the cat-ear girl say.
The warmth was replaced by the cold, and the faint scent was dissipated. Connie shuddered, her heart was a little empty, she opened her eyes, looked at the alley without people, and then looked up at McGonagall.
If you look at it seriously, this man is actually pretty good. The handsome face has a knife-like line. The two faint beards on the upper lip add a bit of mature charm. The eyes are gentle and watery. This tall human man just used Her body saved her...
Wait... Even if it is, it can only offset the rudeness of his own!
Moreover, the mother said that the good-looking men are liar!
That man must be a big liar!
Thinking of this, Connie looked at McGonagall's gaze and became somewhat alert.
"Are you cold?" McGonagall asked.
"You...how do you know!" Connie was shocked and stared at McGonagall. Can this man read mind? I actually know that she is very cold now!
McGonagall looked at Connie, who was crying and trembled. It was a normal person. It should be able to see it. Why did she have a look that was seen by you?

Why are those people chasing you?
McGonagall asked.
"How do you know that they are chasing me!!!" Connie was even more shocked. She even took the dagger in her sleeve for the first time and watched McGonagall with vigilance.
"Don't chase you, is it chasing me?" McGonagall rolled his eyes and felt that there was no way to proceed with this conversation. He turned and prepared to leave.
"He...has he just gone?" Connie sighed, but looking at McGonagall's back was inexplicably lost. Just that embrace, really warm, good peace of mind...
McGee took a few steps and sighed. He turned and walked back to Connie. He took off his coat and put it on Connie's face. He said, "Let me go."
"You gentle..."