Chapter 1218: Why is this?

The hands that were buckled together, the ball filled with the mouth, and the collar with the chain around the neck, Camilla smashed and tried to struggle.
This circle has the same effect as the Lingling rope. On a button, Camilla finds that the magic in her body is forbidden, and she is indifferent to how she moves.
The metal plaque that is fastened to the hand, although the edge is wrapped in soft fur, is not without magic, she can break free.
The hollow ball in her mouth made her scorpion bulge, almost filling her mouth, unable to speak, and only making a squeaky voice.
As for the weird collar and the metal chain attached to the collar, she first thought of the dogs imprisoned by humans, or the poor women who were imprisoned in the legendary state.
In a blink of an eye, Camilla was shocked to be captured by McGonagall. Although there was no shame, the kit now made her feel ashamed and panicked.
This guy, it really is a metamorphosis!
Change to a normal man, how can the bed always have a set of such abnormal instruments, and every movement is so skillful, as if it has been done countless times.
"Oh..." Camilla tried to make herself look calmer, but she was panicked.
"This metamorphosis, what does he want to do to me?!"
"Does he want to imprison me here, when is his rbq?"
"Give me a collar and a chain. Does he want to treat me as his dog?"
Numerous thoughts flashed through her heart, and she never thought that she would roll over twice in the hands of a stinky man.
"Nothing is unfamiliar." McGonagall is somewhat surprised by his skill, but as a dog-loving person, he does often bring a collar to his puppy and take it out to bend.
This will explain why he is so skilled, um, that's it.
Of course, as a gentle and courteous gentleman, let the system customize such a strange set of equipment, McGonagall's purpose is simply to prevent wolves.
Sure enough, it came in handy this evening and captured a female wolf (bat) on the spot.
As for the ball in her mouth, the purpose is to prevent her from making strange noises during the interrogation and quarreling to other people to sleep.
Although the system's customized soundproofing standards, even if you don't hit the ball, you don't have to worry about someone hearing strange sounds.
The collar was made by a small piece of McGon's last interception from Camilla's rope. It is the morale of the human rope and the neck of the person.
"I know you are panicking, it doesn't matter, I won't do anything to you." McGonagall turned on the warm light on the bed and smiled at Camilla, like a good boss who was gentle and kind to people.
Camilla looked at Meg's smile, and she secretly sighed. Also, this guy is just a restaurant owner. How dare he really do something to her, she is Countess Bartoli, the princess of the vampire family. ......
"However, you seem to have violated the contract between us. We have agreed that you will work in the restaurant for one year. I will give you the shadow stone, and then we will clear each other." McGonagall picked up a leather whip from the ground. , in his hand, "Can you only go to my room for less than a day before?"
"Oh..." Camilla wants to explain.
"You don't have to explain, these things have completely indicated your intentions." McGonagall licked the whip in his hand and made a crisp sound in Camilla's ear.
Camilla suddenly calmed down, did not dare to move, did not dare to speak, looked at McGonagall, this guy, almost even pumped her like a flowery face.
"Don't be afraid, I am a good person." McGonagall's leather whip fell back and smiled again.
Seeing that Meg lost the whip, Camilla sighed and it seemed that this guy did not have the courage to do anything to her.
McGonagall turned over, and a white goose feather appeared on his hand, slowly approaching Camilla, and his smile gradually changed.
Camilla looked at the feathers in Meg's hand and gave a slight glimpse. What did this guy do with a feather? Does he want to use this feather to surrender himself?
Oh, ridiculous, how can the Countess Bartoli, surrender to him because of a feather!
"Now you have two choices. First, nod, swear by your ancestor, and surrender to me for one year from today, never rebel, nor try to resist; Second, shake your head, accept my punishment until you nod Meg looked at Camilla and asked seriously.
"Let me surrender to you, just dream!" Camilla blinked at McGonagall and shook her head firmly. No matter what means the guy tortured her, she could never surrender to him.
"Since you have no contractual spirit, I am forced to use some special means." Meg sighed and leaned over and pinched Camilla's ankle.
"Hey!" Camilla was shocked and wanted to take back her leg. Is this metamorphosis wanting to do that kind of thing for her...
But McGonagall was so powerful and powerful, and she couldn't get her feet back if she struggled. Suddenly her feet were cold and the high heels she wore were taken off.
McGonagall threw the high-heeled hand aside and glanced at the lush white jade feet and the round and lovely thumb like a pearl. Because of the tension, he bowed a beautiful arc and looked at Camilla Road plainly: "Nod, shake your head?"
Camilla shook her head firmly and looked at Meg's gaze but was full of panic. She had heard of a metamorphosis called a foot fetish. Is this guy a metamorphosis? She wants to do something disgusting about her cute little feet!
"What is the pain?" McGonagall sighed, the white feather in his hand was like a brush, and it was lightly drawn on the bottom of her jade.
"唔" Camilla twitched like an electric shock, and the mind was blank, and then there were countless ants crawling along the position where the feathers had just swept. The feeling of crispness made her body tight. Stretched, blocked mouth can only make a meaningless jealousy.
"The decision is right there, when you figure it out, just nod your head." McGon said plainly, the feathers circled on the soles of her feet, sweeping the fingers from time to time, like a brush painting a sketch. .
"呜呜呜" Camilla feels that her brain is blank. She thinks that her feet are being held by a man in her hands. The feeling of itching seems to be infinitely magnified, but her mouth is blocked and her hands are tied. Behind him, the warm light of the squatting, called every day should not be called the ground is not working.
Although reason tells her that she can't succumb to this guy, after a ten-minute feather attack, Camilla, who was soaked in sweat, finally couldn't bear to point her head.