Chapter 1217: If we say this, we are quite good.

The lack of experience last time, so that McGonagall got a hole, but she teased her, this time, she will not repeat the same mistakes.
The technique of tying the ropes, she has practiced the fire, how to tie out a good-looking and shameful knot, is indeed a technical job, but for the Countess Bartoli, this is not difficult.
Camilla has imagined that Meg will mourn for mercy in her hands. Such a shameful and shameful scene should allow him to hand over the stone and then become a slave under her skirt.
At that time, she no longer had to worry about what Miss Colora would think of him.
Thinking of this, Camilla’s mouth couldn’t help but smile, and the binding rope in her hand was wrapped around McGon’s hand at the bedside.
However, just as the rope passed through McGonagall's hand, McGonagall's hand suddenly buckled on her wrist.
"Ok?"
Camilla snorted and looked at the hand holding his wrist, the long, slender fingers, but with very strong power.
"Don't he fall asleep?" Camilla's heart panicked and looked at McGonagall's face. His eyes were still closed and he didn't seem to wake up.
"Is it a dream?" Camilla couldn't help but suspect that her hand was so strong that she could not continue to pass the rope from McGonagall's hand, which made her have some headaches.
McGonagall is too embarrassed. If he can tie him up when he sleeps, then don't worry about him playing other means. This kind of opportunity is not always available.
Camilla tried to turn her wrist, but Meg's hand was like a steel tongs, and her wrist was caught in her death. There was no way to turn it.
Although she has nine levels of strength, but the power is not strong, the means of making the enemy is mostly magic, and now it is not easy for McGonagall to grab the arm and rely on her strength to break free.
"The bastard, it's still so powerful when you fall asleep." Once the light condenses in Camilla's other hand, it seems that it is necessary to use magic to untie the guy's hand from her wrist.
But without waiting for her spells to be displayed, McGonagall grabbed her hand and suddenly pulled hard. She stood on the edge of the bed, and she slammed into the bed, flew home and lay next to McGonagall.
Then McGonagall naturally grabbed her other hand and easily controlled her in her arms.
"???"
Camilla blinked. If it wasn't for McGonagall's breathing, she always had a very stable sleep. She almost felt that he was deliberately taking advantage of her.
But now she is controlled by her hands, controlled in his arms, through a thin skirt, she can even feel the hot body behind her, the hard muscles are as clear as the squares, strange, this looks very thin The man, how the body will be so hard.
Her body suddenly became a bit stiff.
Although she has lived more than three hundred years old and experienced the last racial war, she has also suffered from the blood of the enemy. She has had a husband and a huge castle. It is a princess of the vampire family.
However, she is still a place...
In her opinion, men are dirty things. It is a little disgusting to say a few words, let alone have any physical contact with them.
But now Meg grabbed her hands and hung in her arms, but her heart could not stop accelerating and beating. The rapid flow of blood made her feel breathless, and her pale face rose. A blush.
When she first married, some of the words her mother had said to her came to her heart, and her body was a little hot.
I wanted to get out of Meg's arms at once, but I was worried about waking him up. It was a bit tangled.
"Isn't she only interested in women?" McGonagall felt the more and more hot and delicate body in his arms. He also had a slight glimpse. He deliberately played Camilla, so he interrupted her casting. I just think that there is no possibility of any male or female feelings between them, so I don’t care too much about the means and actions.
But now Camilla's heartbeat is clear and audible to him. The vampire is always anaemic, which makes him a bit worried that she will not be in a coma on the spot because of insufficient blood supply.
Just as Camilla’s face became hotter and hotter, and she was tempted to say how good it was, she suddenly snorted and whispered:
Oh? No, why should I worry about an ordinary man waking up, but I am the Count of Bartoli. Mrs., a powerful nine-level vampire!"
"Yeah, this is really strange." McGonagall nodded.
"You also think it’s strange... ah!!!" Camilla screamed and jerked back, just in the eyes of McGonagall.
In the darkness, the two eyes are almost stuck together.
"You are not asleep at all!" Camilla exclaimed, as if he had been greatly deceived.
"Is it screaming? I slept halfway, there was a woman on the bed, and I was still lying in my arms. If it was passed out, my innocent name would be ruined." Nothing to say: "Your responsibility is good."
Camilla retorted: "I am a woman, even if I suffer, I should have suffered from it. Right? I have not let you take responsibility. You are so brazen and responsible for me!"
"You are a widow." McGonagall shrugged.
"Then you are still a coward! And still with children!" Camilla angrily!
"If we say this, we are quite fit." McGonagall raised his eyebrows.
"It's really." Camilla snorted, thinking carefully, as if it was really like this, subconsciously nodded.
"No! I am absolutely impossible to be with this guy! And, the purpose of my coming tonight is to get back to the shadow of the stone!" Camilla quickly returned, watching and still clutching Meg, her wrist, said coldly: "Let me go! The dead metamorphosis of sleeping without clothes!"
"I obviously wear a nightgown, and, in the middle of the night, I ran to someone else's bed. If you want to say metamorphosis, should it be you?" McGonagall retorted that although the nightgown was open, it is undeniable that he still wore it. of.
"Hey, today I will let you know what is really abnormal!" Camilla smiled coldly, her body was cold all the time, and the light was again on her fingertips.
"Hey."
At this moment, a sound of crisp metal sounds, Camilla's magic was interrupted again, his hands were pulled together, and he was shackled by a pair of hands.
"You..." Camilla opened her mouth in a panic.
"Snapped."
A holed ball was tucked into her mouth, and the rope was wound around and a beautiful bow was made.
"Oh..." Camilla struggled to get up.
"Hey."
McGonagall put a collar on her neck and the magic was blocked. Camilla stared at McGonagall and his eyes were horrified.