The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

After walking out of the Aalto Theatre, Miss Watson suddenly felt strange. She looked up at the sky, and there seemed to be some unspeakable malice coming from there. But then she shook her head and gave up thinking about this clueless question.

"Okay, see you later!"

He let go of the faceless nurse in a small alley not far away, and the other person stood there dumbfounded. After the source of the sound disappeared, even the posture remained as if he was being hugged. Soon, the blood-red sky slowly faded away, as if time was going back, and the dissipated building walls began to grow again. In just two minutes, Silent Hill returned to its original appearance.

Swinging tentacles back to the church.

Pushing open the closed side door, the chapel hall appeared again. An invisible positioning circle was engraved on the open space in the center. It was the same principle that Master Hamil had tattooed on Watson's arm. As long as it was activated, the wizard at the other end could open the portal.

While activating the magic circle, Miss Watson was thinking about how to show off with Michela.

She didn't expect the girl to be so straightforward, forcing her to kiss her, so that when they met again the next day, Michela had already begun to dodge her eyes. Because both sides have lost their sense of proportion, the two have now fallen into some kind of embarrassing situation. The other party decided to inject the medicine so quickly, perhaps with some intention of escaping.

It was obvious what she was thinking.

But he must refuse.

The last time I broke up with Miss Heinzwafen was in 1990, and I ended up getting slapped twice in the face. And this time, although the relationship was not officially established, it was not that far off. Watson felt that if he mentioned it again, the woman might chop off his head.

This is okay, but I'm afraid that if she can't think about it and goes crazy, it will be difficult...

I'm such a jerk.

Cursing herself mentally, Miss Watson stood still, golden sparks lit up under her feet, and soon covered her entire field of vision. A few seconds later, Master Hamil's long-lost Northeastern uncle's voice rang out: "Hey! Watson kid? Why are you here free today?"

"I have something to talk to the Supreme Mage about."

After Miss Watson finished saying this sentence in a female voice habitually, she froze. Next to him, Master Hamil also hesitated. He was silent for a few seconds and asked tentatively: "Are you...Watson?"

Although he knew that few people except Watson knew about the teleportation circle, the old mage still felt that something might have gone wrong. The tall figure in the center of the circle, with its front and back curved, looked like a woman.

Finished!

I forgot to change my clothes!

"...I am (male voice)." After thinking for a moment, Miss Watson took off her helmet.

"Why are you like this?" Uncle Hamill took two steps closer. When he saw that face, he believed it a little bit: "Are you really not his biological sister? Watson kid never told me about this."

"Even if I did have a biological sister, I would not take her to Silent Hill."

With a curl of her lips, Miss Watson rolled up her dead eyes, and her slightly raised red lips were particularly attractive: "I borrowed your ax and halberd when I dealt with the Yin-Yang birdman in Silent Hill, and you later said you would give it to me. A cleaver, I can take it away this time."

"Oh, that's just right."

The old mage nodded, couldn't help but glance up and down, and then asked: "Have you been cursed by someone? I met some strange wizards many years ago, and they would use something like this spell. But don’t worry, I have a few old friends who can help you..."

"I'm fine, really."

A reserved smile appeared on Miss Watson's face: "This is a costume specially used to fight demons. I know it looks a little strange, but it works very well. You understand, right? Mages always have to deal with those stowaways. Isn't it the devil that comes in? I encounter it occasionally, so I got dressed up."

"To deal with demons? But what you are wearing..." Master Hamil was still confused, because he had only seen this kind of clothing on one kind of person: "Why does it look so much like a Japanese ninja?"

"Yes, they are Japanese ninjas!"

Because she wanted to leave in a hurry, Miss Watson simply broke the jar, twisted her waist and pulled out the dagger. After two rounds of daggers, she put it back into the sheath as fast as lightning: "Equipment specially used by Japanese ninjas to deal with demons. The abbreviation is...Taimanin!"

Snapped!

The Desert Eagle spiraled into the air and was accurately caught by the hand. The action was really cool.

It's just that these two obstacles in front of the chest block the view...

"Taimanin?"

"None of this matters!"

Rushing to Master Hamil, she raised a palm and tried to distract him: "So, is the Supreme Master here?"

"Um, yes."

"Just be here!" Miss Watson snapped her helmet on, turned around and ran out the door: "If you see the Supreme Mage, don't tell her that I'm here! I'll go find her myself later!"

But don’t you have something to do with her?

Before this question escaped Uncle Hamill's mouth, Watson's figure disappeared out the door. The old mage was stunned for a while, then suddenly patted his forehead, muttered "horse-killing sword" and left the side hall.

At this time, Miss Watson was leaping high.

I was so busy thinking about Michela that I completely forgot about Master Ancient One’s request. If the old lady knew that she was wearing women's clothing in Kama Taj, the consequences would most likely be that she would be thrown into a group of melee mages and get a beating. Even if the reason of 'body change needs' could be cited, Miss Watson felt that the other party would not buy it. But there is still a turning point. Although the Supreme Mage can sense Miss Watson, he is not able to directly 'guess' her dress.

You have to be careful, don't let others see it again...

Grasping a corner of the eaves, he quickly moved to the top of the building. A biting cold current passed through the temple, causing waves of pain on the skin. Everything you see is white, and the colorful cloth strips tied to the wooden poles are constantly swaying in the wind.

It snows all year round in Kamal Taj.

At this altitude, there is no weather except snow and high winds. The architecture here is also very peculiar, mainly composed of spire towers with a mixture of wood and stone. It is full of strong plateau style and also has a somewhat combined Chinese and Western flavor. Coupled with the height difference in the mountains, it was convenient for Miss Watson to move. She didn't even need tentacles, she could reach the next fulcrum by jumping out with her legs at will.

Using hands and feet, he climbed up gently from the edge of the cliff.

The almost negative vertical inclination is not a problem for Miss Watson, as long as she uses a little force on her arms. She climbed to a cliffside path, filtered out the familiar howling wind, and focused all her attention on her audio-visual senses.

Feeling the slight footsteps on the side of the head, the visitor's breathing was slightly rapid, which was obviously due to the cold. When the movement disappeared, he looked over and saw the back of an apprentice retreating away.

Miss Watson held on to the wooden railing of the path, kicked hard with her long legs tightly wrapped in combat uniforms, and continued to climb up. She was hiding a little deep in Kama Taj's room, and she had to go up a few floors to the southwest, but Miss Watson couldn't go in directly, so she threw the key to Master Wang for safekeeping. In other words, now we have to find a way to get the key back...

Next time I will learn to pick a lock!

There were no thrilling situations along the way. This point happened to be training time, and most of the apprentices and mages were gathered in various playgrounds. Within a few minutes, Miss Watson, who acted quickly, arrived outside Master Wang's room. Hanging upside down under the eaves, she turned around twice to confirm that there was no possible figure. She stretched out a few tentacles and quickly penetrated through the wooden window panes.

The tentacles dexterously opened the desk cover. One was responsible for lifting and the other was responsible for rolling up. No obvious sound was made during the whole process.

The rusty key finally arrived.

Get it!

With a strong tiptoe tip, her graceful body flew up to the eaves in an instant. The next route was all too familiar. Miss Watson was like a real spider, clinging to the ceiling and crawling towards her room. The moment she successfully entered the door, she finally realized what it was like for Spider-Man to quietly go home every time he finished his errands.

"Hi Lisa."

Lisa, the faceless nurse, was still sitting in her chair, seemingly never moving. After being kept as a potted plant for so long, her body has also undergone many changes. The overall skin color no longer looked like a corpse, and the blue-black blood vessels that spread from the neck to the entire chest had basically disappeared. If it weren't for the facial features still growing out of her face, she would look like a sexy woman in a sexy nurse outfit.

It’s definitely more than enough for a lingerie commercial.

Seeing Lisa didn't respond, Miss Watson didn't care. She threw away her helmet, trotted to the bed she had never slept on before, opened the drawer and took out the men's clothes. But when she unzipped her upper body, she turned around and saw a bald head.

Time stands still at this moment.

"good evening."

Miss Watson calmly picked up the helmet, sat on the chair and redressed. The next second, she pretended to suddenly remember something and jumped up from the chair with a shudder. With great effort, he took his left hand out of the combat uniform and raised it in front of the old lady: "That's right, that's why I have something to ask you for. Can you help me?"

Master Gu Yi clasped his hands behind his back, his expression half-smiling but not smiling.

Well, you can’t fool it. The fake smile on Miss Watson's face quickly faded, and she made dead eyes.

"Follow me to the martial arts arena."

Master Gu Yi calmly turned around and walked out: "That's right, I haven't seen it for a long time."

"Wait, don't you want me to change clothes?"

Miss Watson pouted, put on her combat uniform again, and followed reluctantly.

"Need not."

"Let me make it clear first, if you still send the Kama Taj Eighteen Bronzemen out, I guarantee that they will definitely be beaten this time."

Kama Taj Eighteen Bronze Figures.

This group of guys didn't have this name originally, entirely because Watson was rude at first.

In 1944, a group of new apprentices arrived at Kamal Taj. At that time, Watson had not given up the fantasy of learning magic, so they often trained together, and their friendship was pretty good. Then one day at dinner Watson started telling stories. Sometimes when men get high, they will say some weird things, such as the Eighteen Bronze Men of the Shaolin Temple in the East.

What about the bronze body that is indestructible for thousands of years, the golden bell formation that repels demons and protects enemies...

As a native of the Eastern Kingdom in his previous life, Watson had of course seen a lot of martial arts works. After the onset of the chuunibyou, he started talking nonsense, which frightened the young apprentices. Afterwards, Watson completely forgot about it, but the young apprentices remembered it. After several weeks, they internally selected 18 bald heads——

The selection process eliminated Watson, and no one thought the pretty boy should shave his head.

So more than ten years later, Kama Taj gave birth to a new elite team of melee mages. Many old mages thought it was just kids messing around at first, but after going to the battlefield, they discovered that these young men were really good at fighting. And because they have been with each other for a long time, the relationship and atmosphere between the members are also very good. Therefore, gradually, "Eighteen Bronze Men" became the informal name of this team.

Today, the ‘Eighteen Bronze Men’ has completed its third iteration.

In 1944, most of the Karma Taj Masters had fought with Watson in the martial arts arena, and the first generation of Eighteen Bronze Warriors had fought the most. Facts have proved that in this kind of group battle filled with spell shields, Watson was at a clear disadvantage. This was mainly because his strength, reaction and speed were average at that time, and he did not unlock skills such as sprinting.

But what does that mean?

I am no longer the person I used to be.

Clenching her fists, Miss Watson felt a rare urge to hit someone.

……

ten minutes later.

Miss Watson stood in the center of the martial arts arena with her bare hands. The men and women in the surrounding circles all had bald heads, which looked a bit dazzling. However, the weapons in their hands are all kinds of, and they can be regarded as inheriting the fine tradition of Kama Taj.

Clang!

I don't know where the gong sound came from, and a few people recently attacked first.

This is really a familiar scene.

But this time, the opponents' movements were obviously a beat slower in their eyes, and they could easily catch the flaws. Miss Watson stepped forward, held the wrist in front of her with her left arm, and hit the man's armpit with a diagonal uppercut.

There is a pain in the brain that is similar to a slight pinprick, a bit like the metaphysical spider sense of the Spider-Man family. Miss Watson didn't even look back. She turned to one side and the hammer with yellow sparks flew past her shoulder. The soles of his feet rubbed violently on the stone tile floor, causing his body to rush forward quickly at an extremely low posture, and crashed into the arms of the nearest female mage. A sharp elbow strike to the abdomen followed by an over-the-shoulder throw successfully cleared a safe direction.

The black light body is quickly adapting to this new way of fighting.

This made her give up the idea of ​​using skills.

Practice and you're done.

The opponent in front of him was holding up a small buckler. The next second, Miss Watson put her foot on it, and her whole figure seemed to be running up the slope, jumping into the air in two clicks. The few mages with chains painted on the periphery had no time to react, and watched helplessly as the woman rode on the back of their teammates' necks.

The two round thighs clamped his head tightly, and under the force of his waist, the poor mad battle ax mage was thrown to the ground by Miss Watson. She then bounced on the spot, performing a 360° back handspring like a gymnast, dodging two belated chains. Miss Watson had already calculated her position in advance, and a one-handed hammer happened to fall at the end.

Tsk tsk tsk! !

A series of explosions of sparks sounded, and there were more than a dozen magic shields in front of him.

Miss Watson was deeply impressed by this defensive spell called the Ring of Lagogador. Back then, he thought he was strong enough to lift people up and throw them down, but when his fist hit the magic shield, it had no effect. In terms of defensive performance, these two washbasin-sized gadgets are even enough to withstand small-caliber weapons.

Of course, they are not entities after all.

The Ring of Lagogador's duration is very limited, and if the user's speed cannot keep up, the enemy can easily bypass the defensive surface. With her greatly enhanced reflexes, Miss Watson dashed through the crowd, knocking down most of her opponents within a few minutes. The cooperation between the mages is actually very good, but unfortunately the opponent's speed and physical advantages are too obvious.

Soon, there were bald heads lying on the ground beside him.

There were also several members of the 'Eighteen Bronze Men' sitting cross-legged on the sidelines. These people had been injured before and voluntarily left the field knowing that they could no longer fight. They were obviously much luckier than those teammates who passed out. Seeing that the battle was over, several young mages stood up and saluted Miss Watson to thank her.

"Come on, let's go look at your hands."

Master Gu Yi still had the same puzzled expression as he took the lead and walked out of the field.

Seeing the other party's attitude, Miss Watson just followed silently. Anyway, I had emphasized it from the beginning, and the old lady had never spoken out to stop it, so she just accepted the result. Although, maybe, the mages' face was a bit humiliated this time...

This woman won't beat me, right?