Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

Hearing Amy's exclamation, McGonagall's expression suddenly subsided, calmly collected his sword, nodded his head and said: "it's just a small test of the ox knife."

"But father, is this a sword?" Amy said, puzzled.

"Well, it's just a metaphor." McGonagall coughed and stopped posturing. The speed and power of the sword surprised him. When McGonagall Alex practiced the sword for millions of times, he had made his body remember the angle, strength and speed of the sword.

McGonagall had already thought about it. Next, I'm afraid he would go to the balcony every night to practice sword secretly, so as to learn the sword techniques in his mind as soon as possible. But now it seems that he doesn't need to work so hard.

What he has to do is to adapt to the speed of the sword technique as soon as possible, and let his thinking keep up with the sword, so that he can bring the sword technique into full play under the premise of his present physical fitness.

And this degree of words, the same level invincible should be no problem, if you're lucky, maybe you can cut a person.

The summary is as follows: no need to practice.

"It seems that the right way to upgrade is to cook well, make money well, get rewards for physical fitness points from the system and buy new physical fitness points." McGonagall thought in his heart, it's good. If he wants to open a shop in the daytime and go to practice sword in the middle of the night, he's too tired to live and has no time to accompany Amy.

"Father, where did you just put this sword?" Amy looked at Meg's silver sword and asked curiously.

"Heaven." MEG pointed to the top, and it did fall from the top.

"Wow, really? My father, that sword is so powerful. Amy wants to learn it! " Amy's eyes lit up and looked at MEG expectantly.

"Amy wants to learn sword?" MEG stopped and looked at Amy hesitating.

McGonagall Alex was the first knight in the mainland in those years, and his sword skill was also the first. But now Amy is learning magic, and he is also practicing both long-range and close combat. If he practices sword with him again, it seems that he will learn a little too much. At a young age, he can't do without any time to play.

"Yes, yes!" Amy nodded seriously and looked at McGonagall's sword. "I want to be like my father. I can cut down the small tree at once. In this way, if anyone dares to bully my father, I will cut him."

McGonagall looked at Amy's expectant expression, with a smile on his face. He nodded and said, "OK, I'll teach you, but I only practice for a while every day, and don't tell anyone after practice."

"Can't master halfbeard or master Julian?" Amy asked.

"Well, sister MIA can't do it. At this time, we talk about our little secrets. When Amy learns very well, they will be surprised to tell them all of a sudden." McGonagall nodded seriously to let his daughter have more self-defense ability, which is probably what every father wants to do. Only if he is strong enough, he doesn't have to worry about his daughter being bullied outside.

As for bullying? Amy is not such a child.

It's really bullying. Anyway, it's better than being bullied. This is Meg's selfish idea as a father.

"Well, I remember." Amy nodded seriously.

"Good boy." MEG smiles and touches Amy's hair. He looks at the duckling who is resting with his chin on Amy's feet. He opens the bag, takes out a water cup and gives them a drink. Then he hangs the cup on his waist and puts the duckling directly into the bag with only a small head sticking out.

"Meow, meow, meow," the ugly duckling looked at the left back and found a comfortable position.

"Xiaomi is tired too. He has to carry it." Said Amy, looking at MEG with her hands open.

"OK, come on up." McGonagall squatted down with a smile. The two little guys went out of the city for the first time, chasing a butterfly and tired themselves.

Amy jumped on McGonagall's back, put her arms around McGonagall's neck, and cried happily, "let's go!"

"Let's go!" MEG stood up with a long sword and strode towards the direction of thorns valley. The little guy was only twenty pounds, and his back was not heavy at all. Listening to her chattering, he felt more and more energetic.

Thorn Valley is about ten miles away from the gate of the city. The mercenaries trod out a road about two meters wide. The road was washed out by rain. There are many big footprints of different depths, which are bigger than the footprints of elephants. They should be left by trolls.

Occasionally, there are mercenaries on horseback passing by. They can't help looking back. It's rare for them to come out with a little loli on their back to do the task. But this time, MEG took a long sword in his hand, which saved him a lot of eyes.

More than half an hour later, a big valley appeared in Meg's sight. Two towering mountains were next to each other, forming a valley. The closer to the mouth of the valley, the steeper the stone wall became. The mouth of the valley formed a wonder of a line of sky. Only a three meter wide passage could pass through.

Moreover, the stone wall was covered with black thorns, with arms thick and thin, and covered with black barbs, which spread all over the mountains and covered the two mountains with a layer of black clothes.

The mouth of the valley is like a huge mouth opened by a beast, and the mercenaries who keep walking towards the valley are like lambs who have invested in their own accounts, trying to get some grass from the mouth of the tiger.

MEG recognized the Western hillside and carried Amy to the Western hillside. Most of the mercenaries went directly into the valley or climbed to the eastern hillside where there were more opportunities. The Western hillside was almost turned over a few years ago. A big fire burned half of the mountain a few years ago, and the brambles were almost burnt. Even Warcraft didn't like to run here, so no one went.

McGonagall chose this place because he was interested in safety. If he could meet a fiery chicken, he was still in a Buddhist state of mind. It was a big deal to change the place. Anyway, it was still early.

"Father, I'll come down and go by myself. It's too hard for you to carry me on your back. You'll have to catch fighting chickens later." Amy lay on Meg's shoulder and said with some heartache.

"It's not hard. Amy is so light. It's not hard to carry it all the time." McGonagall said with a smile that although the big bramble was burned, new brambles were growing again on the fertile black soil. The thorns with thick and thin thumbs still had sharp barbs. McGonagall didn't trust Amy to go by himself.

The sword in his hand opened the way, and all the thorns in the way were cut off one by one. The advantage of sharp weapons was obvious at this time. MEG easily carried Amy up the mountain.

Although he was very alert all the way, he climbed to the hot spring halfway up the mountain and didn't even see a wild animal, let alone the first-class Warcraft Huolie chicken.

There is a small flat at the middle of the mountain. The hot spring is just there. It's a small hot spring pool about two meters in diameter. It's about half a meter deep. It's surrounded by a circle of stones. I don't know whether it's natural or artificial. It's like a bath.

In the second half of the spring pool, there is a big stone more than one person high and three meters long. The surface is black, which is the witness of the fire that year.

The temperature here is indeed more than ten degrees higher than the surrounding. I feel a little hot when I step on the ground, as if there is a volcano underground.

The dense water vapor rose from the spring pool, and the moist heating came to his face, which shocked the spirit of MEG who had climbed all the way up the mountain. He wanted to go in for a bath.

"Wow, bubbling spring, father, I want to play with water!" Amy's eyes lit up on Meg's back and cried happily.

"OK, but be careful. I'll try the temperature first." MEG nodded with a smile and put Amy down. He didn't even see a bird on the way, let alone a flaming chicken. He finally climbed up and soaked his feet before going down the mountain.

McGonagall reached for the spring pool to test whether the temperature was suitable for foot soaking. Although the hot spring was good, it was not allowed to soak randomly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" At this time, a loud and clear sound suddenly remembered, with a burst of fan sound, a big rooster suddenly flew on the big stone!