Camila, who was sweating profusely, collapsed on the bed, with tears still shining in the corners of her eyes. Her face was red, and she looked at Mag with a resentful look, feeling as if all her strength had been drained.
Unexpectedly, this guy actually used such a perverted and despicable method - tickling!
"Very good." Mag reached out to help Camilla untie the rope around her head, held the ball with her orchid fingers and pulled it out of her mouth, "Now you can swear."
"I, Camilla Bathory, swear as the ancestor of the vampire clan that from today onwards, I will surrender to Mag for one year and will never disobey or resist." Camilla gritted her teeth and said, moving her mouth Move, feel aggrieved and want to cry.
"Remember your oath. From today on, work hard and don't harass me again. I already have a daughter." Mag nodded with satisfaction, helped Camilla turn over, and untied her. handcuffs on both hands, and then took off the collar around her neck.
"Now, you can go." Mag took two steps back and looked at Camilla lying on the bed.
As a normal man, facing such a mature lady who cannot move or resist, it seems that he should do something.
But he is such an unusually handsome man, taking advantage of others' danger is not what a gentleman would do.
Although this crisis was caused by him.
At the far edge of the Wind Forest, there was a woman who was fighting for the future and freedom of the elves. How could he plant grass on her head?
That is a powerful being who can knock away a level 10 strong man with just one bench!
Regardless of these, Mag has already passed the stage of being controlled by the lower body.
So, looking at Camilla who was still lying motionless on the bed, he couldn't help but urge: "Why don't you leave?"
"I can't move..." Camilla's resentful voice sounded. Although the magic had been restored after the collar was untied, she didn't have any strength in her body. Even if she wanted to leave this humiliating place immediately, her body would not allow her. Do this.
"Where is your home?" Mag frowned.
"The Endless Sea."
Mag thought for a while, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with this.
"Then I have no way to send you home. Just sleep here tonight and go straight to work tomorrow." Mag said casually.
"I...I will never sleep in the same bed with you." Camilla's eyes widened. Could this guy have regretted it?
"I don't want to sleep with someone covered in sweat yet." Mag rolled her eyes.
Camila breathed a sigh of relief. Although the sweat on her body made her a little uncomfortable, the bed under her was so comfortable. She felt like her whole body was sinking into it. It was soft and super warm. If tonight Being able to sleep here for one night seems like...
"You sleep on the floor." Mag spread the quilt on the bed on the ground, made a floor mat beside the bed, then directly picked up the stunned Camilla and put it on the ground, pulled the quilt and covered her body, He nodded with satisfaction, "Very good."
"You...you can't find a girlfriend like this..." Camilla complained. This guy actually let her sleep on the floor while he slept on the bed.
"Haha, I have a daughter." Mag smiled disdainfully, "Besides, the girls who line up every day to be my girlfriend can circumnavigate the City of Chaos."
Camilla choked, Mag's words were really not bragging...
"A troublesome night attack." Mag looked at the wet sheets and sighed. He could only change a new set of sheets and quilts. At the same time, he put away the three omnidirectional imaging stones and looked at them. Taking one look at Camilla, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, she smiled and said, "Good night." Then she turned off the light with a snap.
Soon, the sound of Mag's steady breathing came.
Camilla, who was originally nervous, breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Mag's steady breathing. It seemed that Mag did not have any other intentions for her, but soon she thought a little annoyed: "Why! This guy actually Do you have no feelings for me? Am I really not an attractive woman?"
Although there were a lot of messy thoughts in her mind, and she was sleeping in a man's room, covered with his quilt, the fatigue kept coming like a tide, and Camilla quickly fell asleep.
As soon as Mag closed his eyes, he pushed directly away from the God of Cooking training ground.
If Camilla didn't want her ancestor's coffin to be unstable, she probably wouldn't have tried to hurt him.
Because of Camilla's sudden night attack, Mag had already wasted a lot of time. In order to prevent him from being unable to come out of the God of Cooking training ground when he woke up the next day, he had to enter as soon as possible.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, a strong spicy smell hit his face. On the spice rack, there were already a few open spices. Before they were cooked, they started to show their presence crazily.
Cooking hot pot base is not an easy task, especially a pot of spicy and mellow soup. There are more than ten kinds of spices and seasonings. It requires precise ingredients and skillful cooking techniques to make a pot. A red soup pot that makes you want to stop eating.
The most important thing about a soup pot is the pot of soup.
This soup is not water, it must be beef soup that has been simmered for more than ten hours. The soup is fragrant and mellow.
Slowly melt a large piece of butter in the pot. Pour the chopped bean paste into the pot and boil it into a sauce-red red oil. Sprinkle in a handful of Sichuan peppercorns. The spicy aroma will bloom naturally. Pour in the cooked bean paste. Beef soup, then add red pepper, ginger and other spices and seasonings in sequence, and slowly cook a pot of fragrant red soup.
As for the clear soup pot, it is much simpler. Clear soup is not as bland as water to maintain health. You also need a pot of bone soup to release the flavor of the ingredients.
After replaying the steps in his mind several times, Mag began to make the soup pot.
"The soup is bland, failure!"
"The pepper stir-fry was missed by two seconds, failed!"
"The spiciness is too low, failure!"
"fail……"
Mag was like a cold killer, calmly accepting the failure of the system's judgment, and then poured pots of failed red soup into the wastewater pool.
It doesn't cost any money, and it really doesn't hurt at all.
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Early the next morning, when the alarm clock rang, Mag opened his eyes almost at the same time.
Also opening her eyes at the same time was Camilla.
She had a very strange dream. She dreamed that she was caught by Mag, imprisoned with strange instruments, and then tickled him with a feather.
Then he saw a hand reaching over his head, grabbing a strange-looking thing that was screaming, and pressed it hard.
The jingling stopped for a moment, and then her eyes met Mag's face that poked out from the bed.
"ah!!!"
Camilla exclaimed, that was not a dream!
"Good morning, Dad..." At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and Amy jumped in happily.
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