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Noah almost jumped up to hit a mighty dragon!

Oh no, it's a tortoise shell tie!

But looking at the little half-elf girl with her head and half of her body sticking out, the tortoise shell that had been raised in her hand stopped in a daze.

The little guy is really too small, he looks only three or four years old, and he looks too cute!

The silver and soft hair is just like this, the delicate and lovely face is a little baby fat, the blue eyes are as bright as sapphires, and there is a pair of translucent small pointed ears, just like a little angel, tilting his head, his face He looked at them both suspiciously.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" The little girl asked, her voice soft and sticky.

"Look... look at the turtle?" Noah acted accordingly, raised the turtle shell above his head and put it down, forcing a smile.

"But yours is a turtle shell." Amy saw through it at a glance.

"Although it is just a turtle shell now, it used to be a high-spirited turtle. At that time, it was young and didn't know how to cherish it. It fell in love with a fish and was desperate for her. It was too late to regret it until it lost its body. Such a tortoise shell..." Noah raised his chin slightly and said affectionately.

"So, do those turtle shells on your ground have a story?" Amy took out a small bench from somewhere and sat down at the door, resting her chin with her hands, looking at Noah with interest.

Behind her, two little heads popped out, looking at Noah curiously.

"I'm a turtle..." Noah looked at the three little guys with expectant faces, and he was a little relieved.

Making up a random story would not bother him, but there are thirty-six tortoise shells on the ground. If we make up a story for each of them, is this a human thing?

"Grandpa, I don't think these three little girls have anything to do with that thing. Did you make a mistake?" Noah asked in a low voice as he wanted to slip away.

"Hey, kid, go and get your lord out." Merante said to the pillar beside him.

"Hey, blind grandpa, I'm here." Amy said, looking at Melante, "Do you have anything to do with my father? He just finished his work and needs to rest now. If you have anything to do, you can talk to me." Speak."

Annie stood sideways in front of Jessica, looking at Melante warily.

"Huh?" Merante's completely white eyes suddenly turned to Anne, showing a bit of surprise, and the tortoise shell floating in front of him suddenly spun wildly.

"Are there any guests?" At this moment, a gentle voice came from the restaurant, and Mag came out, just in front of Anne, and looked at the two people outside the door at the same time.

The young and old's dress and appearance are a bit strange.

The old man seemed to have white beard and hair, wearing a patchwork robe, his face was blue, and his complexion was not very good, and his eyes were even more blue and white, with only the whites of them. There was a thin bamboo pole standing in front of him. It is a tortoise shell stone with a dripping rotation.

The young man next to him was dressed a little more normally, a set of turquoise short jacket and cotton trousers, with a big package on his back, but his fluffy and upturned red Shamat hairstyle was too eye-catching, and people's attention would first be on the On his hair, it had a head start effect.

However, under such a cool hairstyle, there is a rather young and well-behaved face, which looks to be in his early twenties, with fair complexion, clear facial features, and a pair of clear brown eyes. If you trim your hair Take a look, it should be very attractive to young girls and rich aunts.

"The restaurant's business hours at noon have ended. If you want to eat, please come back at night." Mag said with a smile.

Noah looked at Mag a little nervously, picked up the tortoise shell that he put down in his hand, and squinted at Merante, ready to act according to his wink.

"We're not here for dinner." Merante said, his white eyes fixed on Mag.

"Okay, let's go to the playground on the second floor to play, I changed a new toy for you.

"Meg smiled and said to the three little guys.

"real?"

"What new toy?"

"let's go!"

The three little guys immediately ran into the restaurant happily.

The children left, Mag still had a smile on his face, but his voice was a little colder: "If it's not for dinner, turn right and go forward, there are all kinds of fun, turn back and go forward, the scenery is not bad."

"You are not simple." Melante did not intend to leave, still staring at Mag.

"Yeah, I should be the best chef in Chaos City now, and people who have eaten my dishes think that I am not simple." McGonagall nodded as a matter of course.

"You've seen things you shouldn't have seen," Melante said.

"What is the origin of this old man?" McGonagall's heart suddenly began to judge whether he was a magic stick who came to cheat money, or a mysterious person who really had some skills.

"That little girl just now is not an ordinary person, there should not be a pure person in this world." Melante continued.

"Come in for a cup of tea?" Mag opened the door, looked at the two and said.

"There... I have something to say outside, we don't drink tea..." Noah said a little nervously, he couldn't see Mag's realm at all, either he was a rookie with no power to restrain the chicken, or he was a bigger He is countless times stronger.

"Sure." Merante put away the tortoise shell stone, and walked towards the restaurant holding the bamboo pole.

"Grandpa, isn't this inappropriate?" Noah quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes and whispered.

Melante patted his hand lightly, beckoning him to be calm, and then stepped into the dining room.

"You can't help the devil's lair, you can't help the devil, I will fight!" Noah put away the tortoise shell formation, and followed into the restaurant.

The restaurant door closed slowly behind them.

Noah glanced back, swallowed, and held the tortoise shell tightly in his hand, ready to give that guy a tortoise shell binding at any time, making him lose the ability to resist.

"Just find a place to sit." Mag said casually, and went into the kitchen by himself.

"Grandpa, is it him?" Noah asked in a low voice as he sat down next to Melante who was sitting by the window.

"He is the one that Guijiashi is looking for." Mei Lante nodded.

"Then if we don't do anything now, when will we wait?!" Noah jumped up from the chair, the tortoise shells had spread out, and a tortoise shell array was formed under his feet.

"You're such a big man, so be more cautious." Melante frowned, "Don't just put up a defensive formation first, or your aura will be weak."

"Didn't you teach me this? The winner is the one who fights till the end." Noah was not at all ashamed.

Mag came over with the brewed black tea and poured a cup by himself. As soon as the teacup was put down, he looked at Melante and asked, "Who are you?"