Chapter 441

"But I picked it up." Emperor Kangdi put away the scales on the table. It was a pity that he said: "this time I arrived late again. When I arrived, I only found this dragon scale. The battle is over. It should be the battle between two dragons."

"Alas..."

The guests sighed and were all disappointed. They all sat back in their seats. Just as they were about to raise their hands and clap, they put them down again.

I thought I could witness the birth of a legend, but I didn't expect it to be like this. It's not what they imagined.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. You've changed your skin. I'm so happy." Ha Bang rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Hagahan was smiling and not angry.

"One Yangzhou fried rice, one rougamo, thank you." Emperor Kang took off his sword and stood at the table. Looking at abemia, he said with a smile. He didn't explain much.

"An interesting person, too." McGonagall was also stunned for a moment. He couldn't help laughing and shaking his head. He didn't expect such a result.

"It's a pity that Alex died. Otherwise, the legend of killing dragons can be heard from him every once in a while. The peace of Nolan has something to do with his killing those dragons." One side of the storyteller Carl sighed, full of regret.

"Uncle Carl, next time you tell a story about Alex killing a dragon. I've loved hearing you tell his story since I was a child. He's my favorite knight, a real man!" One side of Jimi looking at Carl full of expectations said.

The guests nearby also came to see the rumors. The rumors about Alex were widely spread on the mainland a few years ago, but generally they just heard that where he killed a dragon, and they didn't know exactly how.

Carl's storytelling is the best in the city of chaos. He has also told some legendary stories about Alex's Dragon killing before, which is full of scenes.

But since three years ago, he has never told the story of Alex again. Now when Jimmy mentions it, people are full of expectations. Looking at Carl, they don't know whether he will agree.

"Now that the legend is gone, we just need to remember him. We don't need to talk about him. I don't like doing such things." Carl shakes his head, pauses for a while, shakes his head with a smile, and says, "I think I can still tell a story about a dragon slayer in my lifetime. I don't know if there is any chance, but what kind of person will the protagonist be?"

People look at Carl with half white hair. There has been no recognized Dragon Slayer in Nolan for three years. No one can be sure whether Carl will be able to wait until his lifetime.

"Don't worry, you have a chance." McGonagall looks at Carl and shows a smile. There's another ice dragon left for Amy. If he wins a little, then he should reach level 10, right?

……

As like as two peas, Kenny's ice cream was the first one to come out. Everyone's eyes followed the ice cream in the North Asia mia, and the picture on the menu was exactly the same. There were two black and white snowballs on the top of a cone. The cold air was rising, and it looked lovely, but it didn't know how it was.

"Your chocolate ice cream, please enjoy it." Abemia handed the ice cream to Kenny and said with a smile, "you can lick it slowly with your tongue."

"Yes, thank you." Kenny held the ice cream carefully with both hands, and his eyes were completely attracted.

The dense cold came, with a sweet milk fragrance, and a fragrance he had never heard, which should be the so-called taste of chocolate, making people indulge in the wonderful taste.

Two small snowballs, milky milk and black chocolate perfectly blend, like two smooth ribbons entangled together, looks very delicate, I don't know what kind of method to use.

"Is this ice cream?" Everyone's eyes are also attracted by Kenny's ice cream. Every new product of the restaurant attracts people's attention. However, before you try, you can judge whether it is worth trying by looking at the reaction of others.

Kenny swallowed his saliva, got up early and had nothing to eat. His stomach grunted twice, and he couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking it.

When the tongue touches the snowball, the first feeling is cool, and then you can feel the snowball melting slowly on the tip of the tongue. The rich and slippery sweetness slowly slides in from the tip of the tongue, and the attractive milk fragrance fills the mouth. The taste is so rich and mellow, just like a gentle hand lightly sliding across the cheek, and then slowly sliding down the neck.

"It's not only milk, but also delicious taste. After the entrance, the wonderful mellow sweetness cascades in. The sense of hierarchy is so clear and delicious!" With one swallow, Kenny looked at the ice cream in his hand strangely, and then couldn't help licking it.

Close your eyes and feel the incomparable delicious experience, just like holding a beautiful girl, gently licking, for fear that you will hurt her too hard.

"It looks delicious? Shall I have one, too? " Jimmy looks at Kenny licking the ice cream and touches his pocket. He is lost in thought. This month's allowance has just arrived, but if he wants to survive this month, he must save some money. If he has just ordered a portion of bean curd and another portion of ice cream, he won't be able to eat in the McMillan tomorrow.

"I want an ice cream with his flavor. I'll serve it after I finish Yangzhou fried rice." A young man raised his hand.

"Father, I want ice cream, too! I want to eat too. Please buy me one A little Lori, holding her father's arm, said coquettishly, her big eyes full of expectation.

"No, your mother said you can't eat anything iced in the morning." The father shook his head and said categorically.

"If they don't want it, they will eat it, they will eat ice cream." Little Lori smell speech suddenly cried, tears patter patter patter of fall, look rather poor.

"The baby doesn't cry, doesn't cry, then after the father asked your mother at noon, see if she would agree to let you eat, or we will both be punished to stand after we go back." The father coaxed carefully, took up the sweet bean curd on the table and said, "here comes your favorite bean curd. Let's have bean curd first."

"There is no ice cream to eat, the baby is dying..." little Lori collapsed on the chair, closed her eyes and began to pretend to be dead, but smelling bean curd, she honestly opened her mouth to relieve the bean curd. After swallowing, her eyes were still tightly closed, muttering: "even if you eat bean curd, you can't live."