Chapter 786: You Remember, You're My Irina's Man! (Page 1/1)

There was a momentary impulse for McGonagall to keep her, and just like that, a family of three, living a carefree life, seemed to be fine.

Looking at Amy, who was lying in Irina's arms and still smiling in her sleep, he suddenly understood the meaning of the so-called 'family should be neat'.

He once felt that he could give Amy the most love in the world and let her grow up happily.

But he must admit that maternal love is something he can never give Amy, and she cannot do without it.

"I'm going to make the reunion shorter." McGonagall made up her mind that there were a number of things that should be on the agenda as soon as possible.

Irina hugged Amy and shook gently, humming a song in a soft elf language, like a natural chant, although she couldn't understand it, but it still made her heart feel at peace.

"What a wonderful feeling, that little clown and ugly little guy has grown up to be beautiful, eccentric, and will call me mother, even if you don't know who I am, but you know that you are close to me, what a smart little guy, how nice it would be if I could always be by your side......"

Irina hugged Amy for a long time, the singing stopped, her eyes were reluctantly withdrawn from Amy's little face, she looked up at McGonagall, and asked, "When are you going to pick me up?" ”

McGonagall looked at Irina's clear eyes, thought seriously for a while, and said firmly, "One year." ”

"Okay, then I'll wait for you for a year, and if you can't come to pick me up after a year, then I'll pick you up." Irina nodded, handed Amy to McGonagall, leaned over and kissed her eyes, looked into McGonagall's eyes for a long time, and suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek.

"McGonagall, you remember, you're my Irina's man!"

A pale golden teleportation array lit up, and Irina disappeared at the same time as the night, leaving only McGonagall holding the sleeping Amy and the ugly duckling lying on the ground with the same confused face.

It was a moment before McGonagall came to her senses and reached out and touched her cheek, blinking, still a little stunned, her mind almost blank as her soft lips imprinted on her face.

"There is no half of a threat, but this one has outweighed countless threats." McGonagall sighed slightly, Irina was not a good man, and he would have to bear this pressure from today onwards.

A one-year appointment, this is McGonagall's promise to Irina, and it is also a promise to Amy.

McGonagall didn't want to delay their mother-daughter acquaintance for too long, and the next thing he had to do was to do everything in his power to get Irina back from the Wind Forest within the year.

After all, he didn't want to be taken back to the Forest of Wind by Irina a year later.

Eating soft rice is a technical job, but McGonagall doesn't want to be looked down upon by Amy, so he has to drive the colorful clouds to the Forest of Winds to bring Irina back.

Looking at Amy in her arms, McGonagall's gaze gradually softened, as long as it could make her happy, whatever she asked him to do.

"What is this?" McGonagall's gaze fell on a small green string that suddenly appeared on Amy's wrist, and on the rope was tied a green bead the size of a soybean, like a seed, translucent, emitting a faint green light.

This bead should have been left by Irina, this green light McGonagall is very familiar with, it is the light green light emitted from Irina's hand when she rescued him today, full of vitality.

"I don't know what it is, but it's something precious." McGonagall pulled Amy's sleeve down a little to cover the bead, wrapped Amy in her own clothes, and then crouched down to pick up the ugly duckling, who was still lying on the ground, and pushed the door out.

The rainstorm has subsided a lot, but the rain is still violent.

"Is Master McGonagall going back? I'll give you an umbrella. The steward, who had fallen asleep against the railing, opened his eyes when he heard the voice, and saw McGonagall hurrying forward, and smiled shyly.

"Then there will be labor." McGonagall smiled and nodded, such a best alibi could not be missed, and he really couldn't spare his hands to hold an umbrella.

Out of the small courtyard of the kitchen, just after walking a short distance, a noisy sound came from not far away, mixed with some Qiao Xiu's scolding and smashing sounds.

"What is this?"

McGonagall asked, a little confused.

"Maybe someone has done something wrong." The steward glanced in that direction, shrunk his head, and secretly congratulated himself that he had been given an easy job today, but he didn't dare to say more.

McGonagall nodded slightly, and didn't ask much, but it was a pity that she couldn't slaughter Qiao Xiu with a sword just now.

Back in the room, McGonagall carefully placed Amy on the bed, and looked at the cute face of the little guy with a hint of a smile, and couldn't help but lean over and kiss her forehead.

"Alex is back, this Luodu should be messed up too." McGonagall chuckled as she looked out the window at the chrysanthemums swaying in the rain.

……

"Get out! Get out of here! ”

Qiao Xiu, who was wet and had his hair scattered, kicked down the servant who was kneeling on the ground with a hot towel, and shouted hoarsely.

The contents of the house were knocked over, and the precious porcelain vase and jade were shattered into pieces, and everything looked like a mess.

The dozen or so servants who knelt on the ground hurriedly got up and walked towards the door as if they had been pardoned, as if they had left this room and had passed out of the ghost door, and the closed room was soon left with only Qiao Xiu alone.

Qiao Xiu staggered to the table, holding the table with both hands and sitting on the chair a little dejected, his eyes a little empty.

At this moment, a blue light lit up in the room, and Richard walked out of the teleportation array, looking at Qiao Xiu, who was sitting there as if he had been drained, his brows furrowed slightly, and his voice was slightly deep: "Your Highness, Alex has reappeared, and his strength has returned to its peak, if he makes what happened three years ago public, we will be under tremendous pressure, and we need to make some preparations." ”

Qiao Xiu heard the voice, and then he came back to his senses a little, looked at Richard, his lips trembled, and his face turned a little pale and said, "He...... He tried to kill me, the sword slashed through my neck, and I almost died......"

Richard glanced at the scar on Qiao Xiu's neck, his expression was also slightly grim, and he said seriously: "Your Highness, we will protect you." ”

"No, no one can protect me under his sword." Qiao Xiu grabbed his hair with both hands, shook his head with a painful expression, and suddenly stopped, his eyes glowed dangerously in the scattered hair, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Unless, he dies first!" ”

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