Chapter 223: Father adult is really amazing! (Reward for Ripley plus 4/6!)

"Well, I think so too, my father is super handsome!" Amy nodded with deep approval.
"Prostitute, you praise me so much, I will float." Maggie smiled and touched the little guy's head, took her little hand and continued to move forward.
"Father, what is a prostitute? Can you eat?" Amy asked curiously.
"Can't eat." McGonagall smiled and shook his head.
After a long walk, the crowd separated and McGonagall finally got clean.
The ugly duckling was put on the floor by Amy, followed by her running in front, this is chasing a flower butterfly, and the silver bell-like laugh echoed on the plain.
"Sure enough, I still have to bring two little guys out to play. I will go out from the north on the next rest day." McGonagall looked at Amy and the ugly duckling, and his face was full of smiles, thinking in his heart.
"System, give me the sword." McGonagall said in his heart, he did not squint, his face was lightly extended to the front, and the posture of the master to pick up the sword is generally like this?
"Ding!"
A long sword descended from the sky, falling against McGonagall's nose, and the cold light almost flashed his eyes, firmly on the ground between his legs, and the hilt shook slightly.
McGonagall's body was completely frozen. After a while, he moved his throat and looked down at the long sword with the hilt still shaking. If he was one centimeter away, he was afraid to tell him. Goodbye.
"System, have you been a little bit floating recently?" McGonagall angered.
"Sorry for the host, the signal outside the wilderness is not very good, there is a slight deviation in the positioning, but fortunately it is sent to the host accurately." The system apologized and sounded, and finally added a slogan: "System Express, Mission Bida!"
"Da? You are a big man! You are a murder!" McGonagall jumped his legs, his legs a little numb, and backed up two steps, watching the third one directly fell into the black stone on the ground. Sword, the bright sword body is cold, almost cut by such a sharp sword, the system is still here to give him an advertisement?
This system is really floating.
"Host, you are unfounded and filthy. It is also an insult to the frontline staff who work hard like me, but as a system with professional ethics, I don't care about you today." The system replied earnestly.
"Operation? Oh, on your delivery attitude and level, I am going to have a bad review! Return! I will not buy it later!" McGonagall, cold and cold.
"Pro, there is something to say, bad reviews and returns can not solve the problem, if you have any dissatisfaction and needs, please be sure to tell me." The system's voice suddenly became intimate, paused, then Said: "On the issue of delivery, in fact, there is a very simple and effective way, and can easily solve the problem of the host for accurate delivery, but also can provide the host with a holographic map within 50 kilometers of the chaos of the city! Can be removed Host all the cost of buying a map later."

Is there such a good way?
McGonagall didn’t quite believe it. Could it be that the system could suddenly change?
"The system can buy a satellite." The system seriously suggested.
"You can't go to heaven?" McGonagall couldn't help but smile. He pulled up the long sword on the ground and quickly followed the two little guys who had already run away.
Let him open a restaurant for the delivery of a little more accurate, let him buy a satellite, this good way, probably only the system can come up with.
"Host, the satellite produced by this system, the positioning is accurate, the pixel is extremely high, and it is a synchronous satellite, which can lock the chaotic city in real time and provide accurate positioning requirements for the host." The system does not give up, continue.

The pixel is very high? How high can it be?
McGonagall asked.
"How high you want, how high it is." The system is a bit tempting.
"Then I want to install one on the side of the Elf, is it OK?" McGondon came and asked.
"Not at the moment." The system continued: "The system seriously recommends that if the host wants to build a complete satellite navigation system, it will require about thirty-five satellites. The first satellite must be above the city of chaos, then Radiation around, forming a satellite network covering the entire continent, so..."
"It sounds tempting, but I’m sorry to interrupt, how much do you plan to sell on a satellite?" McGonagall interrupted.
"30,000 gold coins, accurately delivered to the scheduled track!" The system answered seriously.
"System, you suddenly became very humorous today?" McGonagall smiled. "Are you selling vegetables, selling a 300 million satellite to a cooking dish? I can't help but want to put you on." ""
"..." The system silently floats a line of ellipsis.
McGonagall is too lazy to take care of this unreliable system. He can send a cargo to the satellite, and when he quickly catches up with Amy, he also looks at the sword in his hand.
This sword is similar to the one seen in the ink shop a few days ago. It is a bit like a traditional Chinese sword. The sword is about one meter long, wide, and the hilt is black. There are several simple cross-grain patterns. The straight sword is silvery and bright, without any slight pattern.
Black and white are very simple, very consistent with McGonagall's aesthetic.
The long sword started slightly cool, and the thickness of the hilt was just tightly held in one hand. It was just right in the hand. It was more than one point, and one less was too light. The system was tailor-made, and it was quite reliable. That makes McGee feel fit, as if it should be his sword.

Would you like to buy it?
McGonagall suddenly pulled out an idea, but immediately shook his head, this must be the system's trap, and the user experience is the ultimate, no advertising, the user will raise the idea of ​​wanting to buy .
Recalling the shadow thirteen in my head, McGonagall waved a long sword in the hand of a small tree with a small arm.
I thought that for the first time with a sword, the movement would be stagnant. I didn’t expect the long sword in my hand to brush through the little tree. The speed was so fast that McGonagall didn’t see how the sword passed, and the sword seemed to be like It has long been engraved in his body and has become a natural reaction.
"Hey!"
A small, light-small tree fell to McGonagall.
"This... seconds changed to a martial arts master!" McGonagall quickly flicked to the side, stunned and looked at the long sword in his hand and the flat cut of the remaining half of the tree.
It seems to be much more powerful than imagined. This sword goes down, and the first-level knight is afraid that it will be hacked.
"Wow," Amy and the ugly duckling, not far away, looked at Meg at the same time and muttered, "The father is really amazing!"