Noah almost jumped up and was a mighty dragon!

Oh no, it's tortoiseshell binding!

But looking at the half-elf girl who poked out her head and half of her body, the tortoise shell that had been raised in her hand stopped in a daze.

The little one is so small, he looks like he is only three or four years old, and he looks too cute!

The silver and silky hair was so scattered, the delicate and lovely face was a little baby fat, the blue eyes were as bright as sapphires, and a pair of translucent small pointed ears, like a little angel, tilted their heads, looking at the two of them with a puzzled expression.

"Excuse me, is there something wrong?" The little girl spoke, her voice soft and glutinous.

"Look...... Looking at turtles? Noah improvised and lowered the turtle shell above his head, barely squeezing out a smile.

"But yours is a turtle shell." Amy debunked it at a glance.

"Although it is only a turtle shell now, it was also a high-spirited turtle in the past, when it was young, did not know how to cherish, fell in love with a fish, and fought for her, until it lost its body, it was regretted, leaving only such a turtle shell...... "Noah raised his chin slightly and said affectionately.

"So, do all those turtle shells on the ground have a story?" Amy took out a small bench out of somewhere and sat down at the door, holding her chin in her hands, looking at Noah with interest.

Behind her, two more small heads poked out, and they also looked at Noah with some curiosity.

"I'm dripping turtle turtle ......" Noah looked at the three little guys with an expectant face, a little square.

It's hard for him to make up a random story, but there are thirty-six turtle shells on the ground, and if you make up a story for each of them, is this a human thing?

"Grandpa, I don't think these three little girls have anything to do with that thing, are you miscalculated?" Noah asked in a whisper as he wanted to slip away.

"Hey, kid, go get your adults out." Merant said to the pillar next to him.

"Hey, blind grandpa, I'm here." Amy spoke up, looked at Merlant and said, "Do you have something to do with my father?" He's just finished his work, and now he needs to rest, so you can tell me anything. ”

Anne leaned sideways in front of Jessica, looking at Merante with some wariness.

"Huh?" Merlante's white eyes suddenly turned to Anne, revealing a look of surprise, and the tortoiseshell stone suspended in front of her suddenly spun wildly.

"Are there any guests?" Just then, a gentle voice came from the dining room, and McGonagall stepped out, just in front of Anne, and looked at the two men outside the door.

This old and young man is dressed and looks a little peculiar.

The old man looked like he had a white beard, was wearing a hundred clothes, his face was blue, his complexion was not very good, and his eyes were even more blue-white, only the whites of his eyes, and there was a thin bamboo pole standing in front of him, and on top of the thin bamboo pole, there was a dripping and rotating tortoiseshell stone.

The young man next to him was dressed a little more normally, a set of turquoise short coat cotton pants, carrying a large package behind him, but a fluffy and straight red Kill Matt hairstyle was too eye-catching, and people's attention would be on his hair first, which had a preemptive effect.

However, under such a cool hairstyle, he has a rather young and well-behaved face, which looks like he is in his early twenties, with a fair complexion, distinct facial features, and a pair of bright brown eyes.

"The restaurant's noon hours have ended, so if you want to eat, please come back in the evening." McGonagall smiled.

Noah looked at McGonagall a little nervously, picked up the tortoise shell in his hand again, and squinted at Merlante, ready to look at him.

"We're not here to eat." Merante spoke, her white eyes fixed on McGonagall.

"Okay, let's go to the playground on the second floor first, I'll get you a new toy." McGonagall laughed and said to the three little ones.

"Really?"

"What new toys?"

"Let's go!"

The three little ones immediately ran into the restaurant happily.

When the children left, McGonagall still had a smile on her face, but her voice was a little colder: "If it's not for dinner, turn right and go forward, there is anything fun, and then turn forward and go forward, the scenery is also good." ”

"You're not easy." Merant didn't mean to leave, still staring at McGonagall.

"Yes, I should be the best chef in the City of Chaos right now, and anyone who has eaten my cooking thinks I'm not simple." Macquarie nodded of course.

"You've seen things you shouldn't see." Merlant said.

"Where did this old man come from?" McGonagall's heart suddenly dawned, and she began to judge whether this was a magic stick who came to the door to cheat money, or a mysterious person who really had some Taoism.

"That little girl just now is not an ordinary person, there should be no purity in this world." Merant continued.

"Come in for a cup of tea?" McGonagall opened the door and looked at the two of them.

"Yes...... There's something to say outside, we don't drink tea......" Noah said a little nervously, he couldn't see McGonagall's realm at all, either he was a powerless rookie, or he was a powerless rookie, or he was a strong man who was countless times stronger than him.

"Okay." Merant, however, took the tortoiseshell stone and walked towards the restaurant with a bamboo pole in hand.

"Grandpa, isn't that right?" Noah hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes and whispered.

Merant patted his hand lightly, motioned for him to be calm, and stepped into the dining room.

"I can't help the devil's den, I can't help the devil, I fight!" Noah took the tortoiseshell array and followed him into the restaurant.

The door of the restaurant closed slowly behind them.

Noah glanced back, swallowed, and held the tortoiseshell tightly in his hand, ready to give the guy a tortoiseshell slap and make him lose the ability to resist.

"Just find a seat to sit." McGonagall said casually, and went into the kitchen.

"Grandpa, is that him?" Noah asked in a whisper as he sat down next to Merant, who was sitting by the window.

"He's the one Tortoiseshell Stone is looking for." Merlan nodded.

"Then if we don't do it now, when will we wait?!" Noah sprang up from his chair at once, and the tortoiseshells had already scattered in all directions, and a tortoiseshell array was set up under his feet.

"It's such a big person, be steady." Merant frowned, "Don't move and put a defensive formation first, the momentum will be weak." ”

"Isn't that what you taught me? The winner is the one who survives in the end. Noah was not ashamed.

McGonagall came over with the brewed black tea, poured a cup alone, and as soon as the teacup was put down, she looked at Merante and said, "Who are you?" ”