Chapter 976

Going downstairs for a shower, McGonagall, who had changed his clothes again, went to the window, lifted a corner curtain and looked at the man in black outside the dining room. He had found this man before, but he didn't expect that he had taken a shower.

Look at this dress, it's obvious that he tells others that he's not good at it. He changes the word "bad guy" into a black cloth and hangs it on his face.

"Level seven, human beings, people from lodu, are you here at last?" McGonagall turned his lips, a little later than he expected, but it also confirmed that the news that he was Noah Goodall should have been spread and trusted, which is why such a knight of level seven came to the door.

When Noah Goodall and Timothy were in lodu, McGonagall had a special understanding of the grudge between them. He was able to send a knight of level seven to kill him. It can be seen that the grudge between them was deep, and the grudge of taking his wife was just so.

"You can't do it here. Julian's strong mental power must be able to sense what's going on here. If there's rain to cover up the sound, you have to find a suitable killing place." There was a hint of thought on Meg's face.

"It's said that the rules of the city of chaos are very strict. Before you start, you must make sure that Noah is the one who killed you, and you can't leave any trace. Otherwise, it's not worth the loss to be caught by those guys in the grey temple." Downstairs, kasadin, a man in black, was hesitant and cautious. He approached the door of the restaurant slowly, and a cold light came out of his sleeve.

"Timothy asked you to come to me?" Just then, a quiet voice came from the second floor window.

Casas like as two peas in the door handle, and then looked up at McGonagall standing by the window. The guy in the moonlight looked exactly the same as the portrait he had in his arms. That's exactly what he was going to do.

"It seems you know what I'm here for, Noah Goodall." Casaden released the door handle, stepped back two steps, looked at McGonagall with a scornful smile and said, "in this case, you can come down and let me kill you. You have less pain and I have less trouble. Why not do it?"

"It's easy to think about the task, but it's not a competent killer." McGonagall put his hand on the side of the window, turned over and jumped down. The corner of his mouth pulled a curve and said with a smile, "you come after me. If you catch me, you will kill me."

As soon as the voice fell, he ran away.

"Whew, whew!"

The poisoned arrows and darts came from behind MEG, but they all passed him dangerously, nailed to the tree trunk and stone.

"The boy's luck is good. He has escaped." Kasadin frowned, looked at the second floor of the window, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "He seems to have a half elf daughter. Master Timothy wants me to take her back alive, but now I'd better kill that guy first. It's just my pleasure to run to a place where there is no one."

The shadow fell into the darkness and followed MEG not far or near.

Aden square is very big. MEG takes the guy behind him to walk around the square, and finally stops in the most remote stone forest. It's on the opposite side of the Maimi restaurant. Even if something happens, no one will doubt it.

In the cool moonlight, the landscape here is a reduced version of the goblin Rock Forest in vickling. The four or five meter high boulder also looks quite spectacular, but it is a bit gloomy on this cold winter night.

"Boy, why don't you run away?" Kasadin stopped five or six meters away and looked at McGonagall with a sneer. This guy's speed was beyond his expectation. Even he, who is good at speed, almost lost him several times. Fortunately, he has super talent for tracking, so he didn't let him run away in the end.

"I've been waiting a long time for you not to lose me." McGonagall looked at casaden with a smile. He had just been promoted to the seventh division. The strong feeling from his body made him eager to try. Such an opponent who is also in the seventh division is a good trainee.

"Hum, boy, don't talk crazy!" Kasadin's face turned black, and he cried coldly, with a dagger drawn from his waist. "I'm under master Timothy's command to come and take your dog's life!"

"In that case, a duel is inevitable." MEG pulled out his sword and said solemnly.

"Duel? Oh, you are only a level Four. What qualification do you have to fight with me? It's just a massacre. " Casaden said with disdain. He stepped out of the room and stepped directly into the void. When he reappeared, he was already in front of MEG.

However, all his actions suddenly stopped at this moment, his eyes slowly moved down, and he looked at the sword that pierced the heart in front of his chest in disbelief, "you... You... How can you be so fast..."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm persistent." McGonagall stepped back with a serious face, pulled out his sword, looked at the reluctant casaden, and said helplessly: "you are too slow. Slow makes me a little disappointed. It's also level 7. How can you do that? It's boring. "

Kasadin's eyes suddenly widened and said with difficulty, "you... You're not... Noah..."

"Congratulations, that's right. I'll give you a sword." McGonagall's sword came out again, and it closed his throat.

After wiping the blood from the sword on casaden's clothes, MEG handled the scene carefully, went back the same way, cleaned up all traces, recovered all the concealed weapons that casaden had thrown out before, and made sure there were no traces left. Then he turned the window back into the room, took a bath again, put on his pajamas, lay down in bed, and opened the braised pork experience pack.

Fat but not greasy, sweet and soft braised meat, as a home dish most Chinese people love to eat, has a place in traditional dishes.

McGonagall is a loyal fan of braised pork. There are some differences between the north and the south. For example, there are obvious regional characteristics in the choice of spices.

The braised meat given by the system should be a combination of southern and Northern braised meat, but MEG has never tried to make braised meat before, so he doesn't know what kind of flavor it will be.

But as a dish he often eats, braised pork should have been judged on Weibo in those days. Now in retrospect, it's really young. There are so many beeps. In the end, it's his own pain.

"Come on, braised pork. I'll see how difficult it is." MEG looks back at Amy who is already asleep. He closes his eyes and pushes open the door of the kitchen god testing ground.