Mag rode his bicycle in the direction of the restaurant, frowning slightly as he thought about going to Luodu.
I'm afraid this trip is unavoidable, so the most important thing is how to improve safety. No one can recognize him as Alex.
The opponent is too powerful. If he is recognized now, he will not even be able to save his life, needless to say revenge.
"Under the bridge in front of the door, a group of ducks swam by..." Amy was sitting in the back seat, singing about counting ducks in a clear voice, with her hands open and shaking happily, and she seemed to be in a good mood.
The ugly duckling was lying in the basket of the car, rolling from left to right, and then from right to left, rolling his eyes with a look of despair.
"Father, do I sing well?" Amy suddenly interrupted Mag's thinking.
"Huh?" Mag was stunned for a moment, suddenly feeling a little sorry, and said with a smile: "Well, Amy sings really beautifully, and dad also wants to listen to one more song."
"Okay, okay, then I will sing about the little girl picking mushrooms." Amy nodded happily after receiving the praise, and then started singing: "The little girl picking mushrooms, carrying a..."
The crisp singing voice had a soft and waxy feel to it, and it was pleasant to the ear. Mag listened quietly, temporarily leaving all his worries behind.
This little guy's time alone with Amy always puts his mind at peace quickly, as if he has found a harbor.
The bicycle stopped outside the restaurant. Mag took Amy and the ugly duckling out of the car. Looking at the dark restaurant, she asked strangely: "Why don't you turn on the lights? Is Barbara already asleep?"
"Is Sister Barbara a little piggy? She goes to bed so early." Amy asked with a smile while holding the ugly duckling who was still in a dizzy state.
"Maybe so." Mag said with a smile. He took out the key and opened the door. He opened the door and was about to go in, but suddenly he found a black figure lying at the door of the restaurant. It could be vaguely seen as a figure.
"Fuck!"
Mag was so frightened that he almost threw the door in his hand. In the dark restaurant, a figure with disheveled hair lay face down at the door of the restaurant. He put one hand forward and pointed in the direction of the door, as if to say : "The murderer is..."
"It's Sister Barbara! What's wrong with her?" Amy squatted on the ground holding the ugly duckling and asked nervously.
Mag reached out and turned on the light. It was Barbara lying at the door. Her left hand hung by her side, her right index finger stretched out, as if she wrote something on the ground. Her face was pale and motionless.
"A murder scene?"
Mag was also inexplicably panicked when he saw this scene. He quickly bent down and put his fingers on Barbara's neck artery. The skin felt slightly cool to the touch, but he could still feel a weak pulse. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he was not dead. .
"Here's a line of writing." Amy said, pointing to Barbara's hand.
Mag moved Barbara's hand to the side, revealing a few words written in black charcoal: "Give me beef skewers..."
After turning Barbara's hand over, there were traces of black charcoal on her index finger.
"This girl... isn't she fainted from hunger?" Mag looked at Barbara a little ridiculously. When he went out tonight, he left dinner for Barbara in the incubator because she seemed to be sleeping. , so I wrote a special note and posted it at the kitchen door.
"So, father, what should we do now?" Amy looked at Mag and asked curiously.
"Wake her up first." Mag turned Barbara over, then reached out and picked her up.
She is 1.55 meters tall and has a flat chest. She is almost weightless in your arms, just like a child.
"System, help me scan her physical condition and find out what's wrong with her body." Mag stopped and stood under the door and said to the system in her mind.
"The host does not have permission to diagnose the condition yet, please upgrade as soon as possible..." the system's voice sounded.
"A diagnosis costs 500 copper coins, do you want to do it?" Mag interrupted the system directly.
"Do it!" The system's reply was without any pretense.
"Ding! The test is completed! 500 copper coins have been deducted! The test report form has been generated, please check the host!" Soon, the system's voice sounded again.
Mag placed Barbara on a table nearby and carefully checked the test reports in his mind.
Barbara, 15 years old, gender: female; strength: seventh-level space magician. Diagnosis: severe hypoglycemia! Severe anemia! Seriously flat chested! All other indicators are normal.
"System, what the hell is your serious flat chest condition?" Mag almost thought he was dazzled and couldn't help complaining.
"According to the principles of modern medicine, severe flat chest is also a female disease. If it cannot be effectively improved, it may have a great impact on women's physiology and psychology." The system said righteously.
"You can make excuses." Mag rolled his eyes and was too lazy to continue arguing with the system. Severe hypoglycemia + severe anemia, it is really not easy for a princess to treat such a disease.
However, now that the condition has been diagnosed, Mag has a good idea. At least it is not an incurable disease such as heart disease, tumor or cancer. If he supplements it with some sugar water and replenishes his blood, he should be fine.
Mag went into the kitchen and poured a cup of Fountain of Life, added two spoonfuls of sugar to it, then helped Barbara up and fed her to drink it slowly.
After a while, Barbara's pale face improved significantly and regained some color. Her weak breathing gradually became faster, and her body regained some temperature and was no longer cold.
"Um...where is your highness?" Barbara slowly opened her eyes and said weakly, then her eyes fell on Mag's face, and she was stunned when she saw the face so close to her. one time.
Barbara felt that her body suddenly regained consciousness, and then she felt the warm hands on her back. Her eyes widened, her face turned red, and she stood up from the table.
As a result, the body that had just regained some strength swayed, and suddenly lost its balance, and fell directly into Mag's arms. His hands subconsciously hugged Mag's neck, and his face was almost pressed against his.
"I said, I'm just saving you out of humanitarianism. You don't need to throw yourself into my arms like this, right?" Mag still held the cup in his hand, opened his hands, looked around his neck, and almost put his face to his Barbara said a little helplessly on his face.
For this kind of child who has not yet begun to develop, he really can't arouse any interest in that aspect.
Barbara looked panicked, and subconsciously let go of her hands, then rubbed her face against Mag's chest all the way down, and knelt directly in front of Mag with a snap.
