Chapter 1217 If You Say so, We Are Quite a Match

The lack of experience last time allowed Mag to take advantage of the loopholes and tease her. This time, she will not repeat the same mistakes.

She has practiced the technique of tying the rope very well. How to tie a good-looking but shameful knot is indeed a technical job, but for Countess Bathory, this is not a difficult task.

Camilla had already imagined Mag wailing and begging for mercy in her hands for a while. Such a shameful and humiliating scene should be able to make him hand over the Photo Stone obediently, and then become a slave under her skirt.

At that time, she no longer had to worry about what Miss Gloria would think of him.

Thinking of this, the corner of Camilla's mouth couldn't help showing a smile, and wrapped the spirit binding rope in her hand towards Mag's hand beside the bed.

However, just as the rope passed through Mag's hand, Mag's hand suddenly buckled on her wrist.

"Um?"

Camilla froze for a moment, looking at the hand holding her wrist, the white and slender fingers possessed very strong strength.

"Didn't he fall asleep?" Camilla panicked and looked at Mag's face. His eyes were still closed, and he didn't seem to wake up.

"Could it be a dream?" Camilla couldn't help but wonder, but the grip on her hand was so strong that she couldn't continue to pass the rope through Mag's hand, which gave her a headache.

Mag is too cunning. If you can tie him up while he is sleeping, then you don't have to worry about him playing other tricks. Such opportunities don't come all the time.

Camilla tried to turn her wrist, but McGonagall's hand was like an iron clamp, tightly clamping her wrist, and there was no way to turn it.

Although she has a strength of level nine, she is not very powerful. Most of the means to control the enemy are magic. Now that she is grabbed by Mag's arm like this, it is not easy to break free with her strength alone.

"Bastard, you're still so powerful when you're asleep." Once the dark light condensed on Camilla's other hand, it seemed that magic had to be used to untie the guy's hand from her wrist first.

But before her spell could be cast, Mag grabbed her hand and suddenly pulled it hard. Standing beside the bed, she became unsteady, and threw herself directly onto the bed, rolled, and lay beside Mag.

Then Mag naturally grabbed her other hand, and easily controlled her in his arms.

"???"

Camilla stares.

If it wasn't for Mag's breathing that has been kept in a very stable sleep state, she almost felt that he was deliberately taking advantage of her.

But now she is controlled by both hands, controlled in his arms, through the thin skirt, she can even feel the hot body behind her, the hard muscles are as clear as squares, strange, this one looks very thin How could the body of such a man be so hard.

Her body suddenly became a little stiff.

Although she has lived for more than 300 years, experienced the last race war, drank the blood of the enemy, had a husband, owned a huge castle, and was a princess of the vampire clan.

But, she is still a...

In her opinion, men are dirty things, and she would be disgusted by saying a few words, let alone having any physical contact with them.

But now that Mag grabbed her hands and wrapped them in her arms, her heart couldn't stop beating faster. The rapid flow of blood made her feel breathless, and her pale face also rose. A blush.

When she was married, some words her mother had said to her flooded her heart, and her body became a little hot.

He wanted to break free from Mag's arms immediately, but was worried about waking him up, so he was a little tangled for a while.

"Isn't she only interested in women?" Mag felt the increasingly hot body in his arms, and was also slightly taken aback. He intentionally played with Camilla, so he interrupted her spellcasting, and I just felt that there was no possibility of any male-female love between them, so I didn't pay too much attention to methods and actions.

But now Camilla's heartbeat could be clearly heard even by him. Most vampires are anemic for a long time, which made him a little worried that she would not faint on the spot due to insufficient blood supply.

Just when Camilla's face was getting hotter and hotter, and she was struggling with what to do, she was taken aback suddenly, and whispered softly: "Eh? No, why should I worry about an ordinary man waking up? I'm Earl Bathory Ma'am, a powerful ninth-level vampire!"

"Yeah, this is really strange." Mag nodded in response.

"You also think it's strange... ah!!!" Camilla screamed and turned her head suddenly, just in time to meet Mag's eyes.

In the darkness, the two pairs of eyes were almost pressed together.

"You're not asleep at all!" Camilla exclaimed, as if she had been greatly deceived.

"I should be the one who screamed, right? Halfway through my sleep, there was a woman on the bed, and she was still lying in my arms. If this got out, my innocence would be ruined." Mag said. Innocently said: "You should be responsible."

Camilla retorted: "I'm a woman, so even if I suffer, it should be me, right? I didn't make you responsible, but you have the audacity to make me responsible!"

"You are a widow." McGonagall shrugged.

"Then you are still a widower! And you have a child!" Camilla was angrily!

"In that case, we are quite a good match." Mag raised his eyebrows.

"It's true." Camilla was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it was true, and she nodded subconsciously.

"No! It is absolutely impossible for me to be with this guy! Besides, the purpose of my coming tonight is to get the picture of the photo stone that can be retrieved!" Camilla quickly recovered, looking at it and still holding on Mag on her wrist snorted coldly: "Let go of me! That pervert who sleeps without clothes!"

"I'm obviously wearing a nightgown, isn't it good? Besides, if you run into someone else's bed in the middle of the night, you should be the pervert, right?" Mag retorted. Although the nightgown is open, it is undeniable that he is still wearing it. of.

"Hmph, today I will let you know what a real pervert is!" Camilla smiled coldly, the surroundings of her body became cold instantly, and the dim light lit up on her fingertips again.

"Crack."

At this moment, there was a crisp sound of metal interlocking, and Camilla's magic was interrupted again, her hands were pulled together, and she was shackled by a pair of handcuffs.

"You..." Camilla opened her mouth in panic.

"Snapped."

A ball with a hole in it was stuffed into her mouth, and the string was tied in a pretty bow at the back.

"Woooo..." Camilla struggled to get up.

"Click."

Mag casually buckled a collar around her neck, and the magic was instantly blocked. Camilla stared blankly at Mag, her eyes gradually terrified.