Chapter 487

"I'll eat another bowl. When I go back, I'll cast some magic and consume the extra intake, so it's OK." Bloom thought in his heart and made up his mind. Then he could not help looking into the kitchen with full expectation. What treasure was hidden there? He could make such delicious food.

"Who is she? Is it really the spirit that wanders from the forest of the wind As she collected the dishes, Sally thought to herself that there are many people of the elves who travel abroad, and they should be the most numerous of all.

Before the race war, elves like to travel the mainland. Elves like free and easy life and don't like to be bound. So many elves like to travel.

However, with the implementation of hierarchy in the elves, their lives became more and more fixed. They built castles and lots of houses and lived more like human beings.

However, it is undeniable that with the settlement of the elves, the strength of the elves has indeed improved. The Elves will be deliberately trained to cooperate with the battle. In addition, in wartime, it is certain that a strong elves army can be gathered in a short time, which is a strong deterrent for other races.

At the beginning of the race war, the Elves were almost driven out of the wind forest. The biggest reason was that most of the elves lived in scattered places and had no sense of teamwork. When they met the fighting forces of other races, they could hardly form resistance.

The trade-off between power and freedom, Sally did not want to understand which is more suitable for the elves.

So she was curious about the elves who lived outside the wind forest, what their lives were like, and whether they were happier than the elves in the wind forest, which was one of the reasons that drove her to escape from the wind forest.

"Maybe we can find a chance to communicate with her." Sally thought in her heart, she wants to avoid the elves in the wind forest, but she can still touch the elves outside.

"Father, can millet have ice cream? Just one." Amy's voice came from the kitchen door, and MEG turned to look.

Amy, with an ugly duckling in her arms, stood at the kitchen door, her chin resting on the head of little orange cat, her watery blue eyes looking at MEG pitifully. Her sharp ears were a little soft, her mouth was slightly purring, and she looked like I would cry if you didn't promise me.

Ugly duckling also looks at McGonagall innocently, his paws together and shaking in front of him.

"I even learned how to sell cute McGonagall picked his eyebrows and felt that his blood trough was empty all of a sudden. His whole heart melted and he gave everything he wanted! Even the stars and moon in the sky will be picked for you! It's so cute!

MEG is about to promise, but he hesitates when he thinks about what happened last night. Amy ate too much ice cream yesterday. Although Xixi has cured her, he also reminds him that he can't be used to Amy to let her eat too much ice cream.

"Millet can eat ice cream, but eating too much ice cream will cause stomachache, so you can only eat one ice cream a day from now on. Are you sure you want to eat today's ice cream now?" MEG looked at Amy and said with a smile.

"Only one a day?" Amy's expression suddenly collapsed, and begged pathetically, "father, can you add one more? Just two a day. "

"No way." McGonagall shook his head. There was no room for discussion in his tone. He just learned the truth yesterday.

Amy stares at MEG for a while. After confirming that there won't be a second ice cream, she sighs helplessly, lowers her head, and says, "life is really hard if you only eat one ice cream."

McGonagall almost couldn't help laughing. The little guy knew that life was hard, and it was because he could only eat one ice cream, but he didn't waver in his decision. He said with a smile, "so what kind of ice cream do we Xiaomi want to eat today?"

"Blueberry!"

Amy blurted out, her eyes brightened up again, her sharp ears suddenly stood up, looking at MEG with expectation, and her little loss was all thrown away.

"Blueberry? OK, then give our little cute a blueberry ice cream Meg said with a smile, went to the ice cream machine, quickly made a blueberry ice cream, and handed it to Amy.

"Meow, meow?" The ugly duckling on the ground is full of expectation. He looks at MEG, raises a little paw and points to the ice cream machine.

"The ugly duckling is only allowed to eat one ice cream every day, otherwise he will become an ice cream ball. In that case, he will be eaten." Amy held the ice cream in both hands, looked at the ugly duckling and said seriously.

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling shrunk his head. Although he was a little sad, he admitted it.

McGonagall smiles and shakes his head. However, he agrees with Amy's suggestion. If the ugly duckling is allowed to eat, it's only a matter of time before it becomes an orange, so it's still necessary to control the eating.

"So, what kind of ice cream would the ugly duckling like today?" MEG went to the ice cream machine and pointed to the Matcha flavored ice cream. The ugly duckling shook his head. Then he pointed to the vanilla flavored ice cream. The ugly duckling still shook his head. Then he pointed to the blueberry flavored ice cream. The ugly duckling still shook his head.

"Chocolate?" MEG asked, pointing to the chocolate ice cream outlet.

"Meow, meow!" The ugly duckling immediately nodded his head happily, jumped into the kitchen, then collapsed again, and even wagged his tail.

"Ugly duckling, remember that you are a duck! It's not a dog. Don't wag your tail like this. " Amy was a little disgusted.

Ugly duckling quickly stopped wagging his tail, but looked at McGonagall's chocolate ice cream, still excited to lick his mouth.

"Eat it." McGonagall put the ice cream on the ugly duckling's plate with a smile. There's nothing he can do about it.

"Sister Sheryl, this is ice cream. It looks delicious." Amy walked up to bloom with ice cream and asked with a smile.

Bloom looks at the ice cream in Amy's hand. The two dark blue snowballs are overlapped, and the color is very bright. The surface of the snowball looks delicate and cold.

It snows heavily in the wind forest every winter, so she doesn't think snowball is so novel, but Amy's snowball seems to be different from ordinary snowball.

What is blueberry? Is it a kind of fruit? Is it really delicious to add this kind of food into the snowball? "The color of the snowball is very special, but I don't want to eat it," he said, shaking his head

"Really?" Amy, noncommittal, holding the ice cream, put out her pink tongue and gently licked the snowball. The sweet and sour taste melted on the tip of her tongue, her eyes narrowed into a small crescent, and her smile rose from the corner of her mouth, like lighting up the whole delicate face.