Chapter 1050 Look, This Is A Perfect Tortoise Shell Binding

"Why hasn't the boss come back? It's almost business hours? There are so many customers queuing up, what should we do?" Yabei Mia stood at the door of the restaurant and looked out.

"Did Father say where he went?" Amy stood at the door with the ugly duckling in her arms, with a worried expression on her face.

"The boss only said that he would go out once in the morning. He pushed his bicycle and went out without saying where he was going." Phyllis shook her head. They didn't know where the boss had gone.

"Father, doesn't he want me anymore?" Amy pouted, a little aggrieved. My father had never gone out without telling her like this before.

"How could it be, the boss loves little Amy, why would he not want you, there must be something delayed, and he didn't have time to come back." Yabei Mia touched Amy's head and said with a smile.

"The business will start in five minutes, and one-third of the ingredients have not been prepared, and the food that needs to be prepared in advance has not been prepared. Even if the boss comes back now, it is too late." Shirley said.

"Then what should we do? There are so many customers waiting in line, if you tell them that the boss is not here, please come back next time, they might smash the store?" Mia worried.

"You don't have to worry about smashing the store. As long as the two great magicians don't do anything, the rest can't beat us." Elizabeth said calmly as she glanced across the team.

"This should be very interesting." Barbara was gearing up, watching the guests in the line eager to try.

Seeing the long queue, Shirley shook her head slightly and said, "If there is no notice in advance and the business is closed for no reason, it may have a great impact on the reputation of the restaurant. We must find a way."

Everyone frowned when they heard the words and thought about it seriously. After killing all the guests, giving each a copper coin, and hypnotizing them to make them think they were full... After a series of strange thoughts, Phyllis cautiously thought about it. Said: "Maybe...you can let me make roast beef kebabs."

Everyone looked at Phyllis, their eyes lit up.

"That's right, Phyllis's grilled beef kebabs are as delicious as the boss's, why don't we change it to the theme of grilled beef kebabs at noon today? This way at least the customers in line can eat something." Yabei Mi Ya said in surprise.

Yabei Mia's proposal was unanimously approved by everyone.

Soon, there was a new announcement at the entrance of the restaurant:

The boss has not returned home, so at noon today there will be a special roast beef skewers, and all customers are limited to two skewers per person!

As soon as the announcement came out, the guests who lined up were in an uproar.

"What's going on here? The kebab special is a bit too much, isn't it?"

"Although the roast beef skewers are delicious, it's too much to eat only two skewers per person? How can two skewers be enough to eat!"

"However, if Boss Mai isn't here, who made the grilled beef kebabs?"

...

Mag woke up with a rustling sound, opened his eyes in a daze, and just happened to meet a pair of turbulent white tender breasts, shaking up and down, left and right in front of his eyes, and the waves were turbulent.

"The headlights of this car are so dazzling." Mag blinked and saw more clearly. There was a small black mole between the white and tender, which added a bit of sexiness.

Judging by the shaking of the headlights, it should be that E did not run away.

And it's absolutely natural, otherwise it wouldn't rock so naturally.

Then the memories before coma flooded into Mag's mind crazily, the narrow alley, the big mallet that suddenly appeared at the corner, everything ended here.

"Damn it! Am I being kidnapped?" Mag raised his eyebrows, his eyes came to the stage, and fell on the seductive and familiar face that was almost close to his face.

"Huh?! Countess Bathory!"

McGonagall's expression was unexpected and somewhat expected. With such a broad mind, after coming to this world, there were really few women he had ever seen, and this vampire countess was one of them.

And McGonagall knew her motive as soon as she thought about it, and it was probably related to Gloria's unexpected expression of her heart to him this morning.

He knew from a long time ago that the countess was probably a lesbian.

After all, he had been warned twice by her real name system before.

But what he didn't expect was that he was knocked out by her and dragged away.

If it was known by others, Alex, who was just showing off in Long Island and rejected the position of Grand Marshal of the Los Empire, would be beaten with a sap, and then dragged into a small dark room...

Mag looked away from the swaying breasts in front of him, only to notice that he was lying on a bench with his hands raised above his head.

The sexy and charming countess lay on him with her legs spread apart. The tight black dress made her buttocks burst out into a wonderful arc. Her white and tender legs stretched all the way to the slit of the skirt, with a hint of red looming .

Her face was flushed, her forehead was dripping with sweat, and her misty and charming eyes were even more alluring.

But what is she doing here?

Give benefits?

Or are you planning to use him to correct your sexual orientation?

McGonagall was a little confused.

Although he refused in his heart, his body lay flat honestly, and he even closed his eyes.

But Mag also felt a smooth rope slipping on his hand at this time.

"Is this to play binding? There are quite a lot of tricks." Mag raised his eyebrows.

However, the rope was pulled from his hand several times, but fell down quickly, but he failed to wind it successfully, and the movement was so clumsy that Mag had an urge to help.

"Damn! Why is this high-grade spirit lock rope so difficult to tie! My old lady hasn't tied it up for half an hour, and I'm so mad!" Camilla's annoyed voice sounded from the side, and she didn't notice that Mag had opened eyes too.

An awkward scene was maintained in the small black room. Mag lay quietly on the wooden chair with his eyes closed, and Camilla lay on top of him, constantly trying to tie the rope to his hands.

Half an hour passed.

Mag still couldn't help but opened his eyes, looked at Camilla and said, "Do you need my help?"

"Okay... ah!" Camilla looked down at Mag who didn't know when to wake up, and was stunned for a while, before saying: "When did you wake up?!"

"I've been awake for a while." Mag said honestly, his eyes squinted, and he noticed the leather whip and candles on the chair beside him. This familiar configuration...

"Hmph, you dare to pretend to be dead under the eyes of Mrs. Ben, it seems that I need to knock you out again." A black big mallet appeared in Camilla's hand again, and she muttered to herself: "No, He must be made to realize that he is a jerk!"

McGonagall made a quick calculation in his mind. Camilla's strength is at level nine, and he is now at the peak of level seven. He must not be able to beat him.

But it's not a solution to keep falling into the endless loop of being knocked out. I don't even know what time it is.

So, he raised his hand, pointed to the loose red rope tied on his hand and smiled, "Does the Countess want to tie a rope? I am very good at this, and I can teach you."

"You really will?" Camilla was a little dubious, but the rope that was tied for a long time just failed, which made her a little broken.

"Yes, it's actually very simple. I can demonstrate it to you." The corners of Mag's mouth curled up slightly, and he stood up from the wooden bed, with the spirit lock in his hand flying around Camilla's body.

Five minutes later, Mag looked at Camilla who was tied up with a red rope, nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Look, this is a perfect tortoise shell binding."