The carriage seemed to have hit something and stopped suddenly. Mag put his arms around Amy and looked at the direction of the carriage curtain with some caution. From the sound of the carriage driver, he had been knocked down. He was afraid that the person who came was evil.
"This voice?" Crassus frowned slightly.
Amy was hugged by Mag, and no one cared about the ugly duckling that was originally lying on the seat. It was thrown off the chair by the inertia, and then rolled out of the car curtain.
"It's sister Irina!"
Amy shouted in surprise when she heard the sound and opened the car curtain.
"Irina?" Mag looked in the direction of the car curtain.
An elf in a white dress stood in front of the carriage, pinched the shivering ugly duckling that was curled up into a ball with two fingers, and looked at it in front of his eyes, with a look of curiosity on his delicate and beautiful face.
The warm autumn sunshine fell on her body, as if covering her with a layer of golden gauze.
Her long silver hair was scattered randomly behind her back, slightly lifted by the autumn wind, like a fairy who had just descended from the sky.
Above the eyebrows, a golden crescent moon adds a bit of holiness.
It was like the first snow in winter, the tender tips that had just broken through the ground, and the drop of dew on the petals of the flowers, which made Mag suddenly feel a tremor in his heart.
"Is this the feeling of heartbeat?" Mag raised his eyebrows slightly. Alex's memory did not fluctuate at all, nor did it have any impact on him. This was the first time this beautiful elf entered his world.
It's like a wisp of spring breeze ruffling the spring water of a river.
"It's all fat and turned into a ball. If it's stewed, it should be a pot, right?" Irina stared at the ugly duckling for a while and thought seriously.
Amy shook her head quickly and said seriously: "No, no, you can't stew it now. Sister Irina, the ugly duckling will turn into a white swan in the future. I heard from my father that roast goose is super delicious!"
Irina looked at the ugly duckling and asked with some doubt: "Is this so? Can this ball grow into a white swan? Is the roast goose really delicious?"
"Yes, yes, father said that the little match seller forgot to go home for dinner in order to watch the roast goose. As a result, she starved to death outside the roast goose shop. The roast goose must be very, very delicious." Amy lit. Head said.
Irina nodded thoughtfully, "That's it, then let's keep it up."
"Yeah." Amy took the ugly duckling from Irina's hand and held it in her arms.
"Meow meow~" The ugly duckling shrank his head and called twice in grievance. Why should he bear such pressure at such a young age?
Mag hid her face, there was no need to question her, this must be her biological mother, even her brain circuitry was exactly the same.
"Little Irina, it turns out it's you. Why does this voice sound so familiar to me?" Crassus smiled broadly and winked at Irina, "It was you who beat Brent in the Mage Tower just now. Damn fat guy, right?"
"Yes, old man with white beard, long time no see." Irina nodded at Crassus, clenched her fists and said: "That damn fat man, I'll beat him every time I see him. I'll beat him first when I arrive in Luodu today." Just make yourself happy."
"I also feel that hitting that damn fat man is very relaxing. That slap this morning made me feel better both physically and mentally." Crassus nodded with deep approval, and then said with some doubts: "But, how do you know little Amy? Yes?"
"Little Amy..." Irina's eyes lit up. Her name is Amy, her nickname is Xiaomi, she has silver hair and blue eyes. Is this really just a coincidence?
"This..." Mag looked at Irina, countless coping methods flashed through her mind, but she couldn't find a perfect solution.
Amy still misses her mother, so how much does Irina miss Amy? You can guess it without thinking too much. He really can't let them regret missing her again.
Irina raised her eyes and looked at Mag. There seemed to be a bright light shining in her blue eyes, trying to find in him the appearance of the person she thought about day and night.
This man with two mustaches could be considered handsome, but his appearance was completely different from Alex's. Even in his eyes, which were also black, there was no trace of Alex at all.
Alex's eyes don't look like that, and eyes don't lie, they are the windows to the soul.
The only thing that can be considered similar is height, but Alex is more muscular.
"Is he Alex? Or has he completely hidden himself in order to hide his identity?" Numerous questions flashed through Irina's mind. She looked away with some difficulty and looked at Crassus. He said with a relaxed face: "Xiaomi and I don't know each other before we fight. When I beat that damn fat man just now, Xiaomi also helped."
Amy nodded and said happily: "Yes, yes! Master Crassus, look, I didn't learn to shoot people with a chair from you, I learned it from Sister Irina."
"But, Sister Irina, did you knock our coachman unconscious with a chair?" Amy looked at the coachman lying on the ground and the sawdust on the ground, and asked a little doubtfully.
"Well... I thought about him a little too much." Irina glanced at the coachman and stuck out her tongue in a bit of embarrassment, which was quite playful.
"We are going to Renhe Food Street, but the coachman is gone, so what should we do now?" Amy suddenly said worriedly.
Irina's eyes lit up, "I want to go to the food court too, but now I need someone to catch the bus."
Then, everyone's eyes fell on Mag.
Irina looked at Mag, thinking of the first time she met Alex, and ordered with a straight face: "I am the elf princess Irina. Now, I order you to be my coachman and take us Head to Renhe Food Street.”
"Although I want to refuse this order, why do I feel happy?" Mag's mood suddenly became complicated, and she felt that these words were inexplicably familiar. Could it be that he was actually a Queen Controller? Or is it a TikTok?
"No, no! It must not be like this! It has to be S...ah!" Mag shook the strange thoughts out of his mind, spread his hands and said helplessly: "I am a chef, not a coachman."
"Then you are not willing to drive for me?" Irina looked into Mag's eyes.
"How could it be? Father's car is in a hurry. Sister Irina, please get in the car quickly." Before Mag could speak, Amy had already taken over the topic and then gently touched her with her elbow. Mag's arm came close to his ear and whispered: "Father, no little sister will like you like this."
"..."
Mag watched Amy open her mouth, but was speechless.
"Get in the car, Your Highness Princess." Mag stood up and got out of the car a little helplessly, looking at Irina and said.
