Chapter 1220

Last time, McGonagall made a fool of her because of her inexperience. This time, she won't make the same mistake.

She has been practising the skill of tying rope. It is a skill to tie a beautiful and shameful knot, but it is not difficult for Countess Bartoli.

Camilla had imagined MEG wailing for mercy in her hands for a while. Such a shameful and humiliating scene should enable him to hand over the photo stone and become a slave under her skirt.

At that time, she no longer had to worry about what Miss Gloria would think of him.

Think of here, Camilla's mouth has been unable to control the smile, the hands of the binding rope toward Meg's hand on the bedside.

However, as the rope passed through Meg's hand, Meg's hand suddenly buckled on her wrist.

"Well?"

Camilla Leng for a moment, looking at the hand holding his wrist, white slender fingers, but has a very strong power.

"Isn't he asleep?" Camilla's heart a panic, looked at McGonagall's face, his eyes are still closed, it seems that did not wake up.

"Are you dreaming?" Camilla can't help but doubt that holding her hand is so strong that she can't even continue to put the rope through Meg's hand, which makes her have a headache.

McGonagall is too cunning. If you can tie him up while he's sleeping, you don't have to worry about him playing other tricks. Such opportunities don't always exist.

Camilla tried to turn her wrist, but McGonagall's hand was like a pair of pincers. She had no way to turn it.

Although she has the strength of level 9, her strength is not strong. Most of the means to defeat the enemy are magic. Now that Meg grabs her arm, it's not easy to break away with her strength alone.

"Son of a bitch, it's so powerful when you fall asleep." Once the light condenses on Camilla's other hand, it seems that magic is needed to untie this guy's hand from her wrist.

But without waiting for her magic to show, McGonagall grabbed her hand and suddenly pulled it hard. Standing on the edge of the bed, she threw herself on the bed, rolled and lay beside McGonagall.

Then McGonagall naturally grabbed her other hand and easily held her in his arms.

“？？？”

Camilla stares. If it wasn't for McGonagall's steady breathing, she almost feels that he's taking advantage of her.

But now she is controlled by her hands and in his arms. Through the thin skirt, she can even feel the hot body behind her. The hard muscles are as clear as a square. It's strange that this thin looking man has such a hard body.

Her body suddenly became a little stiff.

Although she has lived for more than 300 years, she experienced the last race war, drank the blood of the enemy, had a husband, owned a huge castle, and was a princess of the vampires.

But she's still a girl

In her opinion, men are dirty things, more words are disgusting to her, let alone any physical contact with them.

But now MEG grabbed her hands and put them in her arms, but her heart couldn't stop beating faster. The rapid flow of blood made her feel out of breath, and her pale face was a little red.

When she got married, some of the words her mother had said to her poured into her heart, and her body was also a little hot and dry.

He wanted to get out of Meg's arms at once, but he was worried about waking him up.

"Isn't she only interested in women?" McGonagall felt the more and more hot body in his arms, and he was also slightly stunned. He intended to play with Camilla, so he interrupted her casting. Moreover, he just felt that there was no possibility of any love between men and women between them, so he didn't care too much about the means and actions.

But now Camilla's heartbeat can even be heard clearly. Most vampires are anaemic for a long time, which makes him a little worried that she will not be comatose on the spot because of insufficient blood supply.

Just as Camilla's face was getting hotter and hotter and she was wondering what to do, she was suddenly stunned and whispered, "eh? No, why should I worry about an ordinary man waking up? I'm Countess Bartoli, a powerful level 9 vampire

"Yes, that's strange." McGonagall nodded.

"You think it's strange, too. It's...!" Camilla screamed and suddenly turned back, just right in Meg's eyes.

In the dark, the two eyes were almost close together.

"You're not asleep at all!" Camilla exclaimed, as if she had been greatly deceived.

"It's me who should scream, isn't it? In the middle of sleeping, there is a woman on the bed, and she is still lying in my arms. If this is spread, my name of innocence will be ruined. " McGonagall said innocently, "your responsibility will do."

Camilla retorted: "I'm a woman. Even if I suffer, I should suffer, right? I didn't ask you to be responsible. You have the audacity to ask me to be responsible! "

"You are a widow." MEG shrugged.

"Then you are still a widower! And with the kids! " Camilla is furious!

"In that case, we are a good match." MEG picked his eyebrows.

"That's true." Camilla Leng for a moment, carefully thought, it seems that it is really like this, subconsciously nodded.

"No! I can't be with this guy! What's more, the purpose of my coming here tonight is to get the picture of the photo stone back! " Camilla quickly recovered, looked at MEG, who was still holding her wrist, and hummed coldly, "let me go! That freak who sleeps naked! "

"I'm clearly wearing a nightgown, and if I run to someone else's bed in the middle of the night, it should be you, too?" McGonagall retorted that although the robe was open, there was no denying that he was wearing it.

"Well, today I'll let you know what a real pervert is!" Camilla gave a cold smile, her body became cold and her fingertips lit up again.

"Click."

Just then, a crisp metal clasp sound sounded, Camilla's magic was interrupted again, her hands were pulled together, and she was handcuffed.

"You..." Camilla opened her mouth in panic.

"Pop."

A ball with a hole was put into her mouth, and the rope was tied in a beautiful bow around the back.

"Wuwuwuwu..." Camilla struggled to get up.

"Click."

McGonagall puts a collar on her neck. The magic is blocked in a moment. Camilla stares at McGonagall, and her eyes are gradually frightened.