Chapter 1219 Good Morning, Dad...

Camilla, who was sweating profusely, lay limp on the bed, tears were still shining in the corners of her eyes, her face was red, and she looked at Mag resentfully, feeling as if all her strength had been drained.

Unexpectedly, this guy actually used such perverted and despicable methods to tickle his itch!

"Very good." Mag reached out to help Camilla untie the rope wrapped around the back of her head, raised the orchid fingers and pinched the ball out of her mouth, "Now you can swear."

"I, Camilla Bathory, swear by the ancestor of the vampire family, from today, I will surrender to Mag for a period of one year, and I will never disobey or resist." Camilla gritted her teeth and said, her mouth moved Move, feel wronged and want to cry.

"Remember your oath. From today on, work hard and don't harass me anymore. I already have a daughter." Mag nodded in satisfaction, turned Camilla over and untied her. Handcuffs her hands, then removed the collar around her neck.

"Now, you can go." McGonagall took two steps back and said, looking at Camilla lying on the bed.

As a normal man, it seems that he should do something in the face of such a mature Yu Jie who cannot move or resist.

But he is such an unusually handsome man, taking advantage of others' danger is not what a gentleman would do.

Although this danger was caused by him.

At the border of the remote Wind Forest, there is a woman who is desperately fighting for the future and freedom of the elves, how can he plant grass on her head.

That is a sturdy existence that can smash a tenth-level powerhouse with a single bench!

Aside from these, Mag has already passed the stage of being controlled by the lower body.

So, looking at Camilla who was still lying motionless on the bed, he couldn't help urging, "Why don't you leave?"

"I can't move..." Camilla's resentful voice sounded. Although the magic had recovered after the collar was untied, she didn't have any strength in her body. Even if she wanted to leave this humiliating place immediately, her body would not allow her do it.

"Where is your home?" Mag frowned.

"The Endless Sea."

Mag thought about it, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with this.

"Then I can't take you home, sleep here tonight, get up and go straight to work tomorrow.

"McGonagall said casually.

"I...I will never sleep in the same bed as you." Camilla's eyes widened. Did this guy go back on his word?

"I don't want to sleep with someone who is covered in sweat." Mag rolled his eyes.

Camilla breathed a sigh of relief. Although the sweat on her body made her a little uncomfortable, the bed under her body was so comfortable to lie on. She felt like she was about to sink into it. It was soft and super warm. Being able to sleep here for one night seems to be...

"You sleep on the floor." Mag put the quilt on the bed on the floor, and made a floor bunk beside the bed, then directly picked up Camilla, who looked stunned, and put her on the ground, pulled the quilt over her body, Nodding in satisfaction, "Very good."

"You... You can't find a girlfriend like this..." Camilla complained, this guy actually let her sleep on the ground, while he slept on the bed.

"Hehe, I have a daughter." McGonagall smiled disdainfully, "Besides, the girls who line up every day to be my girlfriend can go around the city of chaos."

Camilla choked, McGonagall really wasn't bragging...

"Troublesome night attack." Mag looked at the wet sheet and sighed. He could only change a new set of sheets and quilt cover. By the way, he put away the three all-round photo stones, and looked at them. Camilla, who was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, smiled and said, "Good night." Then she turned off the light with a snap.

Soon, Mag's steady breathing came.

Camilla, who was nervous at first, was relieved to hear Mag's steady breathing. It seems that Mag really has no other plans for her, but soon she thought a little annoyed: "Why! This guy actually Have no feelings for me? Am I really not an attractive woman?"

Although there were a bunch of messy thoughts in her head, and she was sleeping in a man's room covered with his quilt, the fatigue kept pouring in like a tide, and Camilla quickly fell asleep.

As soon as Mag closed his eyes, he pushed away from the God of Cooking trial ground.

If Camilla didn't want to destabilize her ancestor's coffin, she probably wouldn't try to hurt him.

Because of Camilla's sudden night attack, Mag had already wasted a lot of time. In order to prevent him from waking up the next day and failing to get out of the God of Cooking trial ground, he had to enter as soon as possible.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, a strong spicy smell came over his face. On the seasoning rack, there were already a few more seasonings open, and before cooking, they had already begun to crazily brush their presence.

It is not an easy task to make hot pot base ingredients, especially a pot of spicy and mellow soup pot. There are more than a dozen kinds of spices and seasonings alone. It requires precise ingredients and skilled cooking techniques to make a pot The red soup pot that makes people want to stop after eating.

The soup pot, the most important thing is that pot of soup.

This soup is not clear water, it must be beef soup that has been boiled for more than ten hours, the soup is rich and mellow.

A large piece of butter is slowly melted in the pot, pour the chopped bean paste into the pot, boil it into a pot of soy sauce red red oil, sprinkle a handful of peppercorns, the spicy fragrance will bloom naturally, pour the boiled Beef soup, then add red pepper, ginger and other spices and seasonings in turn, and slowly cook a pot of rich and fragrant red soup.

As for the clear soup pot, it is much simpler. Clear soup is not the same as light as water. It also needs a pot of bone soup to release the flavor of the ingredients.

After replaying the steps several times in her mind, Mag began to cook the soup pot.

"The soup is bland, a failure!"

"Stir-fried peppercorns are two seconds away, failed!"

"Spicy too low, fail!"

"fail……"

Like an indifferent killer, Mag calmly accepted the failure judged by the system, and then poured pots of failed red soup into the waste water pool.

It doesn't cost money, and it really doesn't hurt at all.

...

The next morning, when the alarm clock rang, Mag also opened his eyes almost at the same time.

At the same time, Camilla opened her eyes.

She had a very strange dream. She dreamed that she was caught by McGonagall, imprisoned with strange utensils, and then tickled him with a feather.

Then he saw a hand go over his head, grabbing a strange-looking, screaming thing, and gave it a hard press.

The jingle stopped for a moment, and then her eyes met McGonagall's face protruding from the bed.

"ah!!!"

Camilla exclaimed, that was no dream!

"Good morning, father..." At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and Amy jumped in happily.