Chapter 780: Are there any close contacts with other women?

Are there any close contacts with other women in the 780th chapter? (page 1/1)
Even after reading the flowers, Meg was still awkward.
In the hand, I was about to touch the soft moment of the group, and recovered my hand like lightning.
Sure enough, I am not afraid of the horizontal, not afraid of the soft, I am afraid that I will not play according to the routine!
Although McGonagall doesn't have a big face, he is a self-cleaning person. He can't let him touch and touch it. This is another principle.
"Death, for so many years, it hasn't changed at all." Irina looked at Maggri's somewhat frightened appearance and gave a silver bell-like laugh, as if she had thought of a very funny thing.
Meg looked at Irina, and the mood was a bit complicated.
Alex's memory is integrated with him, but he can't calmly consider himself as Alex and then accept Irina.
Alex deleted all the memories related to Irina in memory. For him, she was just a two-day elf girl.
Although she is Amy's mother, with a beautiful appearance and a straightforward personality that she likes, she still can't let McGonagae use Alex as her to hold her in her arms.
Is he such a person?
"Three years, I finally found you."
Irina plunged into McGregor's arms and hugged him, as if she wanted to break herself into his body, and the whispered voice was filled with joy and difficulty.
Meg's open hands were stiff for a moment, feeling like a little girl who was in his arms. The heart gradually softened, and the hand slowly came back, one hand gently rubbing her waist, the other hand was light. Lightly caress her back.
The girl who once left a name on the Master Tower, the elf princess who dared to stand alone against the six tenth-level powerhouse, the woman who dared to challenge the whole world for him and Amy, seemed so petite and weak at this moment. .
The torrential rain continued, and the slap was falling outside the magic hood. The magic hood was peaceful. Without any language and comfort, McGonagall gently glared at Irina, just wanting to enjoy this moment of peace.
At this moment, his heart suddenly raised an impulse. If Irina became the owner of the restaurant, it would be interesting to have a family of three living together.
The Griffin had been flying towards the West, and finally fell to the mouth of the mountain at Mount Tequila. Looking back at Meg, it was full of excitement and called twice.
"嗷呜!!!"
"You are a griffin, isn't it a good second!"
McGonagall rolled his eyes, couldn't help but vomit in his heart, and a gryphon, it was a price drop.
Irina sat up from Meg's arms and looked at the mask on Meg's face.
"Is there something on my face?" McGonagall was staring a little uncomfortable and asked.
Irina nodded. "It's a bit ugly."
"..." McGon thought he seemed to be stuck in his throat, and suddenly there was a feeling of meeting his opponent.
Irina reached out and pulled Meg's mask up, revealing his face. After a slight loss of consciousness, he nodded with satisfaction: "This is much better."
McGonagall was also slightly disappointed. In order to avoid embarrassment, he turned over from the back of the gryphon and looked around the cave, which was almost above the foothills.
The magic mask has been taken up by Irina, a light green ball suspended around her, and the soft light illuminates the entire cave.
You can see the traces of the Griffin activity everywhere. There are a bunch of bones in the corner of the cave. Look at the purple-faced gryphon that squats on his face and stretches his head to his body. Suddenly, he feels distressed. .
Meg reached out and gently stroked the scar on the forehead of the gryphon, and the scene that had fought alongside it flashed through his mind.
For three years, it is here to stay, and never give up.
When he needs the help he needs most, such as the gods and soldiers.
No matter how dangerous the situation is, no matter how powerful the opponent is, it seems that it will never be afraid.
"Azi."
McGonagall whispered.
"haha"
Azi was more excited, and the tail swayed hard, sticking out his tongue and trying to lick Meg's face, like a dog that hadn't seen his master for a long time.
McGonagall was unable to accept the enthusiasm for saliva washing, holding Azi’s head and then ordering:
Sit down.

"I haven't seen you for three years. Azi is still stupid as always. I knew that I should name it a stupid Azi, or change my name from today." Irina stepped forward and reached out and touched Azi's head. Said a serious face.
"It turned out that this strange name was taken by her..." McGonagall took the hand to help the cat name the ugly duckling, and named the lion as Azi, which was a perfect inheritance of the mother and daughter's name.
McGheemer felt distressed in the heart for a second, then tried to refuse: "I don't think I should change it. Azi is very good."
"No, the name is very important. Silly Azido is as famous as its name, and many relatives are like our silly son." Irina shook her head and said seriously.
"This..." McGonagall didn't know how to refute it.
"Meg, Alex, what do you like to call me now?" Irina interrupted Meg's thoughts and asked him.
"It's called McGonagall." McGonagall said, although not a new name, the new title may also be a good new start.
"Meg, it's not bad." Irina nodded and walked around McGonn for three laps. She looked at it: "What happened three years ago? How did you become what it is now? You just got What is the recovery of the peak strength? What have you experienced with Amy in the past three years? How do you learn to cook? Have you been in close contact with other women in the past three years?"
The general problem of even the cannon was almost dizzy with McGonagall. I watched that Irina’s eyes had changed. I thought that the elf who fluttered like him should be detached from anything. I didn’t expect it to fall. It seems that there is no difference between him and his ordinary little woman.
"These questions are a bit complicated to answer. If you answer all of them, you may not be able to finish it for three days and three nights..." McGonagall’s eyes were slightly dodging and joking. Did he say that he was passing by, and he brought a system by the way. So what happened to this?
The traverser and the system, McGonagall is rotten in the stomach, and will never say to the second person. This kind of thing beyond the imagination of the world is known to be not a good thing.
"My current strength has not recovered. I just used some methods to force recovery in a short period of time, so there will be weak aftereffects afterwards." McGonagall glanced at the direction of the cave entrance, and some worried: "Like now Amy is still alone in the Second Emperor's Mansion. Can you send me back with a transmission array?"
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