Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

This sword is very ordinary, like a casual upward movement.

But the sword was so fast that people's eyes could hardly keep up with it, and it was so fast that the turkey had no time to press its claws on Mag's head.

The tip of the sword scratched across the flamingo's neck, straight upwards, and cut a fatal gash.

The flamingo neighed in despair, and then fell straight down in front of Mag, with blood gurgling from the opening of its throat, lying on the ground twitching in despair, the flame on its body jumped a few times, completely extinguished, black His eyes were full of unwillingness to stare at Mag.

"Father, you are so amazing! So great!" Amy shouted while holding the ugly duckling and clapping her little hands. The ugly duckling's face was deformed by being squeezed, and she looked up at Amy with a resentful expression.

"Martial arts in the world, the only thing that can't be broken is fast." Mag looked at the twitching flamingo on the ground, and slowly retracted the long sword in his hand. Suddenly, a feeling of loneliness rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Big rooster, go ahead, I will enjoy your meat." Amy squatted down in front of the turkey with the ugly duckling in her arms, and said seriously.

Flamingo, who was still breathing, stared at Aimian, stared at Aimian with both feet, and died completely, without even closing his eyes.

"This girl..." Mag couldn't help laughing, and the feeling of invincible loneliness that had just arisen suddenly disappeared.

The sword just now is the first sword in the thirteen moves of Shadow, the uplifting style, the so-called uplifting style, is actually not a fixed posture.

It is said to be one formula, but it actually contains countless formulas.

Simple, but irresistible, this is the real killing technique.

McGonagall likes this style quite a bit. When it's time to fuck, it's better to fuck more, and when it's time to fight, just kill it all at once. You come and I do a hundred moves, and the fight is too tiring and boring.

"System, does this count as completing the task? Didn't you expect me to complete the task so quickly? And your calculation of survival rate is not accurate at all? If this is the case, I can easily solve it by myself." Mag He said a little proudly in his heart that the flamingo had been obtained, and the goal of leaving the city today was achieved, which can be said to be very smooth.

"The progress of the task is 50%. Please ask the host to transport the turkey home to complete the task. Please don't take it lightly, the host. In the wilderness, any carelessness may cost you your life." The voice of the system sounded, with Kind of like a warning.

"system,

You are wrong! Don't you mean prisoners? I've killed it now, and I have to drag it back whole? "Meg was a little dissatisfied immediately.

"The mission of captive turkey is to let the host understand the ingredients more deeply. A chef who only stays in the kitchen is not a good cook. At the same time, it also makes the host understand that the ingredients are not easy to come by, and cherish the ingredients in the kitchen more. The supply of ingredients The reader is grateful and respectful..." The system replied seriously.

"Do you want to raise the price?" Mag interrupted directly.

"How do you know?" the system asked in surprise.

"Can you be more obvious?" McGonagall rolled his eyes. With his little abacus and tricks, he can see through it at a glance. I didn't expect that the vegetable selling system in this show is getting more and more unscrupulous. In order to increase the price of vegetables, He even let him personally experience the process of obtaining ingredients.

"The mission requirements are like this, please complete the mission as soon as possible." The system said and ran away.

Mag looked at the dead flamingo on the ground. Such a chicken weighed at least fifty catties, and it wasn't impossible to carry it. It was just that it was not easy to carry Amy's words after a while.

"It seems that it is still necessary to get a mount. Although a bicycle is good, it has too high requirements on the terrain, and it is not suitable for most situations." Mag thought helplessly in his heart. , still have to follow the rules of the times.

"I don't know where the purple griffin went back then. That is the real cool and convenient mount." Mag thought of Mag Alex's mount back then. The dragon's griffin, a partner who grew up with him.

In the battle three years ago, it was also seriously injured. It left under the order of Mag, and two Griffon riders followed it. It is unknown whether it is alive or dead.

"Then take it back, and you'll have your food for today." Mag put away the long sword, ready to tie up the flamingo.

"Is this... already solved?" At the foot of the mountain, Guy stopped and looked in the direction of the mountain with some surprise. He also heard the shrill cry just now. Flamingos usually only appear when they are dying. This kind of cry was made, and all the movement on the mountain disappeared, indicating that the turkey had been dealt with.

"It seems that I underestimated that kid. I dare to take the child out. I still have some skills." Guy shook his head with a smile, heaved a sigh of relief, and prepared to turn around and go down the mountain.

"Roar!" At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the mountain, accompanied by the dull sound of footsteps like drumbeats, as if some giant beast was rushing down from the mountain.

"Copper-skinned boar!" Guy looked back at the mountain in shock, his expression changed instantly, and he ran towards the mountain with the javelin in his hand.

A copper-skinned wild boar, a third-level monster, and a level-5 knight would not dare to fight head-on. If it rushed down from the mountain, the sixth-level knight would have to dodge in a hurry.

If the McGonagall father and daughter encounter such an extremely aggressive and irritable monster, they may not take him here.

"Bronze boar? How did this ghost get outside!"

"Not good! It's coming down the mountain, run quickly!"

"The father and daughter are completely cold, let's go, let's go down the mountain, we can't afford to mess with wild boars!"

The mercenaries at the foot of the mountain were also shocked. Many weak mercenaries and mercenary regiments hurriedly prepared to retreat. It was not a joke to bump into third-level monsters, and they felt a little sympathy for Mag and the others.

...

This roar really startled Mag, who was about to clean up the turkey, and when he looked up, his eyes were round.

On the hillside, a frenzied wild boar the size of an elephant ran towards them. There were a pair of half-meter-long straight tusks in front of it. There were two rows of sharp teeth in the wide open mouth. There are black thorn-like pig hairs.

The water in the spring pool was trembling slightly. With such weight and speed, the frontal impact was almost the same as that of a heavy truck.

"Damn it! System, you wouldn't deliberately create such a wild boar just to prove your calculations are correct?!" Mag growled in his heart.

"Wow, what a big pig, Father, can we still eat wild boar at night?" Amy also stood up holding the ugly duckling, looking at the wild boar that was rushing straight, without any fear, asked expectantly.