Chapter 2385: Just be fine

  Meg knew what he said, and the man in black lying on the ground had nothing to pity on.
   "But, what are you looking at me with this look?" McGonagall frowned slightly while looking at Camilla.
   "It's nothing, I just think this guy is intolerant of smoking, he hasn't enjoyed it yet." The corner of Camilla's mouth was slightly raised, and his eyes looked at Mag.
   "You are obviously a shaking M, what do you pretend to be shaking S." McGonagall curled his lips.
   "Shut up!" Camilla suddenly exploded, remembering that he was tied to a small bed that day... and felt humiliated and embarrassed, and said coldly: "Is what I want, did you bring it?"
   "Did you want something?" McGonagall looked puzzled. "Didn't you tell me to come to the grove? I thought you were going to show me some big baby, mystery."
   "I'm talking about all the shadow stones!" Camilla was itchy with anger, and the whip in her hand was already unconsciously raised.
   "Oh, you said that, if you want, you just say it, don't you say how do I know you want it." McGonagall said with a helpless expression.
   "Give it to me." Kami stretched his hand.
   "Nothing." McGonagall spread his hands.
"Snapped!"
  The whip was volleyed, and the waist of a thick-mouthed sloth was cut off.
"Look at you, if you have anything to say, just say no. Why do you want to use these flowers and plants to give off your breath? This is different from the scumbag. You have to cut it off. People will have to plant a new one tomorrow. What a hard gardener." McGonagall said with regret.
  Camilla pointed at McGonagall with a whip and said angrily: "Believe it or not, I will really smoke you!"
   McGonagall said with a frank expression: "The feelings are good. Tomorrow I will be suspended for a few days due to a work injury. If people ask me, I will say that you asked me for a strange picture stone without results and retaliated against me."
   "You shameless man!" Camilla was anxious, and neither was the whip in his hand, nor did he let it go.
  She couldn't think of it, McGonagall looked stern, and it was much more difficult to deal with than the smelly rascal lying on the ground.
   "Actually, the photo-taking stone is here with me. You don't need to worry about it. I can only take it out in the dead of night and enjoy it by myself." McGonagall said with relief.
"You...you..." Camilla raised the whip in her hand, but when she looked at McGonagall, she suddenly put her hand down and smiled: "You have a wife now, so you are not afraid of me doing things. Stabbed to your wife?"
   McGonagall groaned, showing a bit of fear.
   "I'm afraid now, right? Your wife is a tenth-level strong, and she can take you in seconds by raising her hand." Camilla smiled proudly, feeling that he had finally caught McGonagall's life.
"I am indeed a little worried. After all, my wife has always been more powerful and willful. If she sees the photo-taking stone or knows about it, she must feel that you seduce me." McGonagall nodded solemnly, full of worry. Looking at Camilla, "If she gets crazy and wants to kill you, she can kill you in seconds with her strength, I really can't stop it."
  Camilla:? ? ?
"But don't worry, I will guarantee that she won't see the shadow stone, nor will she know about the fact that you invited me to the grove." McGonagall patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, and then said:" If there is nothing wrong, then I will go back first."
  Camilla looked at McGonagall, who was about to turn around and leave, and then she came back to her senses. The plot seemed to be different from what she had imagined?
  It was obviously that she asked McGonagall to come out, intending to use his wife to threaten him to compromise. Now how come she is threatened by him and wants to unite with him?
   "Wait! In this case, I seem to be the victim?" Camilla finally raised her doubts.
  "Look, the scene at the time was like this: the small black house, candles, small leather whips, ropes, handcuffs, leather clothes, and photo-taking stones, all these things were prepared by you who were exposed to clothing.
  And I, a neatly dressed innocent man who was obviously knocked out and carried back. Who do you think is the victim?
  Said that the sky broke, and after I was kidnapped by you, in order to satisfy your trembling habit, I was forced to pick up a small leather whip and beat you.
  And you were very enjoyable and excited at the time.
Is    reasonable? "Meg said righteously.
  Camilla:...
  Where can I make sense on TM?
  As McGonagall said, she prepared all those things, but they were all prepared for McGonagall.
  Who knew that later he would turn to the guest, these things fell into his hands, and they were all used on her.
   Seeing her excited look in the picture, Camilla slowly covered her face.
   "Too shameful!"
   "Okay, then I have to work hard tomorrow, I will go back first, good night." McGonagall put away the photo-taking stone, turned and walked out of the grove.
  Camilla looked at McGonagall’s back, the whip in her hand trembled slightly, and finally a whip was slammed on the man in black.
   "Scumbag!"
  Man in black:? ? ?
  ……
In the early morning of the next day, the cleaning master found a severely injured man in the small woods with a dense weal mark on his back. If you look closely, you can still vaguely distinguish the word scumbag. .
  The man was quickly carried away by the inspectors of the Grey Temple, and the news came back that he was a habitual offender with an indecent conviction. His hands and feet were broken, and his third leg was also broken.
  I heard that there is something wrong with people, so everyone is relieved.
   "This whip is very artistic." Irina smiled and looked to McGonagall. "What do you mean?"
   "Most people don't have such interesting ideas." McGonagall nodded calmly, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.
   "Actually, I also use a whip." Irina raised her mouth, and a black leather whip appeared in her hand.
   McGonagall stared at the whip for a second, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the ugly duckling who was basking in the sun: "You can use it to practice your hands."
  The ugly duckling who was rolling comfortably turned his head and looked at McGonagall with a dazed expression:? ? ?
Irina put away the whip and said with a serious expression: "According to the rules of the elves, if the queen is absent for more than 100 days, the high priest will be the queen, followed by the princess. Now the queen and Helena The elves have been unable to retreat one after another, and the elves have been without a king for a hundred days. According to the rules, Sally will temporarily become the queen."
   McGonagall also looked a little serious, looked at Irina and said: "Is there something wrong with the queen?"
  The queen was unable to retreat. During the period, many important things happened to the Elves and the Nolan Continent, but she never showed up.
  There have been rumors from the outside world, it is said that the Elf Queen has relapsed and died, but the Elf family has not announced it.
   "The queen mother is still alive. The only thing I can be sure of at the moment is this." Irina shook her head slightly.