Chapter 484: You have to remember that you are a duck! (fourth more!)

"After eating another bowl, after I go back, I will cast some magic and consume the excess intake, so that is no problem." Blour thought in his heart, secretly determined, and then could not help but look forward to it. Looking into the kitchen, there is something hidden there, so I can make such delicious food.

Who is she really? Is it really an elf who travels from the forest of the wind?
Sally, while taking the plate, thinking in her heart, there are many ethnic groups in the elves who traveled outside, and should be the largest among the various ethnic groups. of
Before the race war, the elves like to travel to the mainland. The elves like free and easy life. They don't like being tied, so many elves like to be on the road.
However, as the hierarchy is promoted in the elves, the lives of the elves are becoming more and more fixed, building castles and slabs of living, and life is more like human beings.
But it is undeniable that as the elves gather, the strength of the elves will indeed improve, the elves will be deliberately trained to fight, and the wartime will be able to concentrate on a powerful elf in a short time. The troops came out, which is a powerful deterrent to other families.
In the early days of the ethnic war, the elves were almost driven out of the forest of wind. The biggest reason was that the elves were mostly scattered and had no sense of teamwork. They encountered almost no fighting forces from other ethnic groups.
The trade-off between power and freedom, Sally has not wanted to understand which one is more suitable for the elves.
So she wonders what the elves who live outside the forest of the wind, what their life looks like, whether they are happy than the elves in the forest of the wind, which is one reason that drives her to escape the forest of the wind.
"Maybe I can find a chance to talk to her." Sally thought in her heart, she would avoid the elf in the forest of the wind, but she could still touch the elf outside.
"Father, can you eat ice cream with Xiaomi? Just one is good." Amy’s voice came from the kitchen door and Meg turned her head.
Amy, holding her ugly duckling in her arms, stood at the door of the kitchen, her chin resting on the head of the little orange cat. The blue eyes of the water looked pitifully at Meg, a pair of small pointed ears were a little soft. The mouth is slightly whispering, and if you don't promise me, I will cry a little.
The ugly duckling is also looking at Meg innocently, and the little claws are put together and shaken in front of them.
"Also learned to fit the body to sell cute!" McGonagall raised his eyebrows, feeling that his blood tank was empty all at once, the whole heart was changed, and he wanted everything! Even the stars and the moon in the sky will go to pick you up! It is so cute!
McGonagall will promise, but thinking about things last night, it is a bit hesitant. Amy ate too much ice cream yesterday. Although Hee Hee has helped her cure, he also gave him a wake up. Amy let her eat too much ice cream.
"Millet can eat ice cream, but if the ice cream eats more, it will hurt the stomach, so from now on, you can only eat one ice cream a day. Are you sure you want to eat it today?" McGonagall looked at Amy and smiled.
"Can you only eat one in a day?" Amy's expression suddenly looked awkward, and pitifully begged: "Do you want to add one more father? You only need two in a day."
"No." McGonagall shook his head, and there was no room for negotiation. The favor was the reason he had just learned yesterday.
Amy stared at McGonagall for a while, sure that there would be no second ice cream, some helpless sighed, bowed his head and said, "If you only eat one ice cream, life is really difficult." ""
Meg almost didn't hold back and wanted to laugh. The little guy knew that life was tough, and because he could only eat an ice cream, but the decision didn't waver. He smiled and said: "So what kind of ice cream do we have to eat today? ?"
"Blueberry!"
Amy blurted out, her eyes brightened again, and her little pointed ears stood up, looking at McGonagall with expectation. The little loss that just happened was all thrown away.
"Blueberry? Ok, let's give our little cute a blueberry-flavored ice cream." McGonagall said with a smile, and soon he went to the ice cream machine and quickly made a blueberry ice cream and handed it to Amy.
"Hey?" The ugly duckling who was on the floor than Amy was looking forward to watching McGonagall, raised a small claw and pointed to the ice cream machine.
"The ugly duckling is only allowed to eat an ice cream every day, otherwise he will become an ice cream ball, in that case, but will be eaten." Amy holding ice cream in both hands, watching the ugly duckling seriously said.
"Hey~" The ugly duckling shrank his head. Although he was a little sad, he still recognized it.
McGonagall shook his head with a smile, but for Amy's suggestion, he agreed. If you let the ugly duckling eat it, it is only a matter of time before eating it, so you should control it in terms of eating.
"So, what kind of ice cream does the ugly duckling want to eat today?" McGonagall walked to the ice cream machine, first pointing to the matcha-flavored ice cream. The ugly duckling shook his head and then pointed to the vanilla. The ugly duckling still shook his head, referring to the blueberry flavor, the ugly duckling. Still shaking his head.

Chocolate-flavored?
McGonagall asked for the chocolate-flavored ice cream outlet.
"Hey!" The ugly duckling immediately stunned his head and broke into the kitchen. Then he collapsed and even his tail shook.
"Ugly duckling, you have to remember that you are a duck! Not a dog, don't let this tail shake." Amy is somewhat disgusted.
The ugly duckling quickly stopped to wag his tail, but looked at the chocolate ice cream in the hands of McGonagall, still excited to lick his mouth.
"Eat." Maggie smiled and put the ice cream on the small plate of the ugly duckling. It was really impossible to take two little guys.
"Sister Shirley, this is the ice cream, it looks like it is super delicious." Amy cautiously took the ice cream and walked to the front of Blour, asked with a smile.
Broll looked at the ice cream in Amy's hand. The two deep blue snowballs overlapped, the color was very bright, and the surface of the snowball looked very delicate, with a hint of chill.
In the forest of the wind, there is heavy snow every winter, so she doesn't think the snowball is so novel, but the snowball in Amy's hand seems to be different from the ordinary snowball.
What is blueberry? Is it a fruit? Is it really delicious to add this kind of thing to the snowball? Broll’s heart was a bit curious, but he still shook his head:
The color of the snowball is very special, but I don’t want to eat it.

"Really?" Amy was undecided, holding the ice cream and sticking out the pink tongue and gently rubbing the snowball on the top. The sweet and sour taste of the sweetness melted on the tip of the tongue, and the eyes suddenly became a small bend. In the month, the smile rises from the corner of the mouth, as if it is lit up with a delicate little face.