Chapter 1532 I Thought You Didn't Want Me Anymore...

"Are you sure you're here to learn how to make wine?" Irina turned her head and glanced at the yard with a dangerous smile on her face.

"Yes." Mag nodded resolutely. In the middle of the night, he came to find an old man who made wine. Besides learning how to make wine, is there anything else he can do?

"Very good, then I'll watch you learn." Irina nodded, motioning for Mag to knock on the door.

"What's going on here? Is there something wrong with this yard?" Seeing Irina's behavior like this, Mag couldn't help but feel a little suspicious, and stepped forward to follow the code given to him by the Gray Temple. Two long and one short knocked on the door.

"Hehe, I even set a code." Irina smiled coldly.

"Uh... Occupational disease, occupational disease... Actually, it's my first time to come to this place." Mag smiled awkwardly, but forgot to pay attention to the details.

McGonagall took two steps back and waited quietly for the movement in the yard. He just didn't know if the old Sim went to bed early like ordinary old people, or if he was a drunk alcoholic, which would be a bit troublesome.

The system mission is very important, and the second is that Mag wants to obtain some useful information from Old Sim, although he has already obtained a lot of information from the Gray Temple, including a secret letter before he left this morning.

But if there is a leading party in the local area, it is naturally the best, and it can save a lot of time in verifying information.

Mag waited for a while, and was about to knock on the door again.

At this moment, the courtyard door suddenly opened inward, and then a figure rushed out of the courtyard carrying a gust of fragrant wind, and then hugged Mag.

Mag felt that he was being hit by two lumps of softness, and then he was hugged tightly.

"You're here at last! I thought you didn't want me anymore..." A soft and wronged voice sounded out, like an abandoned girl who complained.

"⊙▃⊙??"

"What's happening here?"

I don't know if it's because the embrace is too warm and soft, or because I was surprised by the sudden words, Mag was stunned for three seconds, and only when he heard the faint sneer and killing intent, did he suddenly come back to his senses, and quickly tightened his grip. The hands that were holding him tightly were released from his body, and he took two steps back.

"Girl, did you recognize the wrong person?"

Mag glanced at Irina, who looked calm on the wall but had killing intent in her eyes, and said hastily.

And with the light of the lantern at the door, he also saw clearly the appearance of the girl who rushed out earlier. It was a girl in a dark green dress, very tall and plump, with brown hair tied into a ponytail, casually. On the left shoulder, on the snow-white skin and delicate face, the purple eyes are shining and staring at Mag, like a little daughter-in-law who has seen her long-lost husband.

McGonagall was sure that he didn't know this beautiful girl, and couldn't find any information about her in his memory, so the only possibility was that the girl had identified the wrong person.

Mag's face darkened.

What the hell is this?

He really just wanted to learn how to make wine... Because of the urgent time, he can only come here at this time.

Now a girl ran out as soon as she knocked on the door, and she threw herself into her arms directly.

It would be fine if Irina wasn't there,

Just explain it clearly to everyone.

But now... Isn't it just an adulterer having a private meeting in the middle of the night, and being caught by the main palace?

Even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he wouldn't be able to clean himself up.

Mag felt that the sword was already hanging above his head, and if he was a little careless, he overturned the car.

but……

This is the meeting point given to him by the Gray Temple, maybe this girl is someone from Old Sim?

"Admit it? How could you admit it? I've stayed here day and night, just to wait for you to knock on my door again..." The girl looked at Mag with tears in her eyes, with a sense of grievance. Sad, "I've been waiting for you for so long, how can you be so heartless..."

"I……"

For a split second, Mag even felt that he was a scumbag who abandoned the innocent girl and left her alone in the vacant room.

However, the gradually thickening murderous intent in the air quickly calmed him down.

After calming down, he panicked even more.

The more he smeared, the darker he was!

How can he explain it now?

If you don't admit it, then you are a heartless scumbag, if you admit it, you are a scumbag who is messing around outside.

On one side was the brunette girl with teary eyes who almost threw herself into his arms and cried.

On one side is Irina with a cold expression, who has already pulled out the mage's staff and is about to enforce the family law.

Mag felt so desperate...

Man, it's so hard.

"No, you can't just sit and wait like this!" Mag calmed himself down, looked at the girl and coughed lightly, and said, "Girl, you must have misunderstood the person. I'm here to find old Sim, the winemaker."

"Look, you clearly remember him, so I knew you were looking for me." The girl broke down in tears, and made a gesture to rush towards Mag again.

"etc!!!"

Mag took a big step back and looked at the girl in shock.

"wtf!!!"

"System! Why don't you tell me that Old Sim is a woman! And such a young woman!!!"

Mag couldn't help roaring in his head.

"Whether Old Sim is a woman is not important and necessary information. The ancients said: threesomes must have my teacher..."

"Shut up! Go to hell! I'm going to cut off your internet bill!"

"Host, incompetence and rage can't solve the problem. We have to look at this matter dialectically. Old Sim is just a code name. An old man who smells of alcohol can be called Old Sim, and a beautiful girl full of fragrance can also be called Old Sim." Sim, when you have the opportunity to have an in-depth communication with one of them, which one would you choose? Besides, you haven't paid the Internet fee for this month, so you should pay it to me when you go back." The system said calmly .

"I……"

McGonagall frowned, and the information from the Gray Temple did not reflect this at all, so he took it for granted that Old Sim was an old brewer.

Of course, the biggest problem was the girl in front of him.

Even if she was really Old Sim, she shouldn't treat a person who came to meet her like this!

What is this!

Make friends out of thin air?

Mag glanced at Irina, who had raised her mage staff on the wall and was about to hammer to death their adulterous couple, and felt that if she didn't have a showdown, she might be beaten to death for no apparent reason today.

"Old Comrade Sim, I am the person sent by the organization to connect with you. After your previous performance, I have confirmed your identity." Mag looked at the girl with a serious expression, then extended his right hand to her, Said: "I am Mag, and I need your help now."

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