Noah almost jumped up and used Almighty Dragon of Heaven!
Oh no, it was Turtle Shell Bind!
But when he saw the little half-elf girl poking her head and half her body out, the turtle shell in his hand stopped in its tracks.
The little girl was too young. She looked like she was only three or four years old, and she was too cute!
Her silvery hair was let down, and her delicate and cute face had a little baby fat. Her blue eyes were as bright as sapphires, and she had a pair of translucent pointy ears. She looked like a little angel, tilting her head and looking at them with a puzzled expression.
"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?" the little girl asked in a soft voice.
"Looking … looking at a turtle?" Noah responded quickly. He put down the turtle shell he had raised above his head and forced a smile.
"But yours is a turtle shell." Amy saw through him immediately.
"Although it's only a tortoise shell now, it was once a high-spirited tortoise. Back then, it was young and didn't know how to cherish it. It fell in love with a fish and risked its life for her. It was only when it lost its body that it regretted it and left behind this tortoise shell …" Noah raised its chin slightly and said affectionately.
"So, those turtle shells on the ground all have stories?" Amy took out a small stool from somewhere and sat down at the door. She rested her chin on her hands and looked at Noah with great interest.
Behind her, two more little heads popped out and looked at Noah curiously.
"My turtles …" Noah looked at the three little guys who were looking at him expectantly and felt a little awkward.
It was easy for him to make up a story, but there were a total of 36 turtle shells on the ground. If he had to make up a story for each of them, was he even human?
"Grandpa, these three little girls don't look like they have anything to do with that thing. Did you make a mistake?" Noah wanted to slip away, so he turned his head and asked softly.
"Hey, kid, go and call your father out," Melander said to the pillar beside him.
"Hey, Grandpa Blind, I'm over here," Amy said. She looked at Melander and said, "Do you need my father for something? He just finished his work and needs to rest now. You can tell me if there's anything. "
Anne stood in front of Jessica and looked at Melander warily.
"Hmm?" Melander's white eyes suddenly turned towards Anne, revealing a look of bewilderment. The tortoiseshell stone floating in front of him suddenly spun wildly.
"Is there a guest?" At this moment, a gentle voice came from the restaurant. Meg walked out and stood in front of Anne. At the same time, he looked at the two people outside the door.
The old man and the young man were dressed rather strangely.
The old man's hair and beard were all white, and he wore a set of ragged clothes. His complexion was green, and his complexion was not too good. His eyes were green and white, with only the whites of his eyes visible. There was a thin bamboo pole in front of him, and on top of that bamboo pole was a rotating tortoise shell.
The young man next to him was dressed rather normally. He wore a green short jacket and cotton pants, and carried a large bag on his back. However, his fluffy red hairstyle was too eye-catching, and people's attention would be focused on his hair. It had the effect of gaining the upper hand by a show of strength.
However, under such a dazzling hairstyle, there was a rather young and obedient face. He looked to be in his early twenties. His skin was fair, his facial features were distinct, and he had a pair of clear brown eyes. If his hair was trimmed, he would be very attractive to young ladies and rich aunties.
"The restaurant's lunch hours have ended. If you want to eat, please come back in the evening," Meg said with a smile.
Noah looked at Meg nervously. He put down the tortoise shell in his hand and picked it up again. He glanced at Melander from the corner of his eyes, waiting for his signal.
"We're not here to eat," Melander said, his white eyes staring at Meg.
"Alright, you guys go play in the amusement park on the second floor. I've changed a new toy for you guys," Meg said to the three little guys with a smile.
"Really?"
"What new toy?"
"Let's go!"
The three little guys ran into the restaurant happily.
After the children left, Meg still had a smile on his face, but his voice became colder. "If you're not here to eat, turn right and walk forward. You'll find all kinds of fun things. Turn left and walk forward. The scenery is not bad."
"You're not simple." Melander had no intention of leaving. He was still staring at Meg.
"Yes. I should be the best chef in Chaos City now. Those who have eaten my dishes all think I'm not simple." Meg nodded matter-of-factly.
"You've seen things you shouldn't have," Melander said.
Where did this old man come from? Meg's heart skipped a beat. He began to judge whether this was a scammer or a mysterious person with some skills.
"That little girl just now is not a normal person, either. There shouldn't be any pure people in this world," Melander continued.
Meg opened the door, and said to the two of them, "Come in for a cup of tea?"
"If … If you have something to say, say it outside. We don't drink tea …" Noah said nervously. He couldn't see through Mag's realm at all. Either he was a weak weakling, or he was a powerhouse countless times more powerful than him.
"Alright." Melander kept the tortoiseshell stone, and walked to the restaurant with the bamboo pole.
Noah quickly tugged at the corner of his shirt, and softly said, "Grandpa, isn't this a little inappropriate?"
Melander patted his hand gently, and gestured for him to calm down. Then, he stepped into the restaurant.
"No demon cave, no demon spawn. I'm going all out!" Noah kept the tortoiseshell stone formation, and followed him into the restaurant.
The restaurant's door closed slowly behind them.
Noah looked back and swallowed his saliva. He held the tortoiseshell tightly in his hand, and was prepared to use Tortoiseshell Bind on that fellow to make him lose his ability to resist.
"Just find a seat," Meg said casually, and went into the kitchen.
Noah sat next to Melander, who was sitting by the window, and asked softly, "Grandpa, it's him?"
"The tortoiseshell stone is looking for him." Melander nodded.
"Then if we don't make a move now, when should we?!" Noah jumped up from the chair. The tortoiseshell had already spread out, and formed a tortoiseshell stone formation under his feet.
"You're already an adult. Be more mature." Melander frowned. "Don't set up a defensive formation so easily. You'll lose your momentum."
"Isn't this what you taught me? The one who survives to the end is the winner. "Noah was not embarrassed at all.
Meg came over with the brewed black tea, and poured a cup for each of them. As soon as he put down the cup, he looked at Melander and asked, "Who are you people?"
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