The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The journey to the martial arts training square is not very far, but it seems to be elongated at this moment. Watson never thought that in addition to hunger, there would be such a strange and strong urge in his body.

Bang!

Another piece of arm armor hit the wooden floor, attracting the side glances of the passing apprentices. The shouts from the martial arts training field finally came with the cold wind. Watson jumped forward, and his heavy body fell into the stone brick field with a muffled sound. The corner was finally near, and he faced the cold wind and walked down to the training ground where apprentices were standing. The step in the corner that was broken by me has not been repaired yet, and it looks like no one will touch it for a while.

A certain bald old lady was stomping among the crowd.

Well, although Master Gu Yi is hundreds of years old, her appearance is indeed somewhat different from that of an old lady. Simply comparing with this standard, the current Peggy Carter looks older than the Ancient Master, and her fairy-like appearance is really impressive. Watson took a few steps closer, and the Supreme Mage didn't even look back. He said lightly: "It seems that every time I see you, you can smell the smoke of gunpowder."

"What can I do? It's not like I want to fight."

Watson stood next to her: "Can you do me a favor?"

"What's the deal?"

"Um... you had a move before, or that one, that could knock me out with one slap. I was wondering, can you knock me out again?"

Master Gu Yi turned around, with a rare trace of doubt in his eyes. His expression seemed to say: I have never heard such a strange request. Looking at her face, Watson began to scratch his head: "I've... been under a lot of pressure lately. Well, I suspect that I've been on the battlefield for too long. It's a bit weird. Maybe I'm not adapting to civilized society for the time being. Life. Maybe it would be better if I could get some sleep, what do you think?"

"What you said makes sense."

Something was wrong with the expression of the woman in front of him. Watson's eyes widened: "Wait! I didn't mean here, can you go to my room first..."

Snapped!

Watson swayed and fell backward. The Supreme Mage opened a portal, picked up the beautiful boy, threw it in, and continued to stomp as if nothing had happened. The apprentices around them all pretended to be blind, and a few of the sparring partners even pretended to dance.

......

Snowflakes were falling outside the window.

It’s as cold as the winter at Kamal Taj.

The firewood in the fireplace was swallowed up by the flames, making a crackling sound, and occasionally sparks burst out. This was at 1991:12 on December 25, 19. There was a man talking on the black and white screen TV in the field of vision. The atmosphere in the room was very heavy. A middle-aged man and woman hugged each other tightly. Beside them, the owner of the memory was cold all over. He had to stay close to the fire, but he didn't seem to feel any warmth at all.

The cold wind from the Siberian snowfields continued to rage outside.

Even though this night is unforgettable for many people on this land, it doesn't care at all. It comes every year, more or less, but never absent. Like a destined reincarnation, this disintegrated country has been mercilessly crushed.

The village is still brightly lit late at night.

The light was hidden behind the broken window, swaying, as if it might go out completely at any time. The accordion sounded in the old house, and there was the sound of wine bottles hitting the table, but no one appeared again.

It seems that I have absorbed a Russian.

Watson knew very well that he was in a certain memory fragment. Lannister International hired many former Soviet soldiers, and his Russian language skills had improved a lot. The pictures in my mind were constantly changing. One was the Kremlin in Moscow, the other was the mountains of Albania, the face of Deadshot, and a man named Levin. Finally, something else even appeared... .But he didn’t want to see this at all, because the owner of this memory had a strange habit.

How could anyone be interested in this kind of thing? I don't want to see this!

Change the disc! Change the disc! !

A warm and moist feeling gradually came from his face. Watson was finally able to break free. He opened his eyes with difficulty and found a big, yellow and long tongue hanging in front of him. His eyes climbed up from this sticky disgusting thing, and finally settled on the face of an animal full of plush.

snowman?

"Moo~~~"

Gan! It’s a yak!

There are several big guys in the field of vision, munching on the turf leisurely under the clear blue sky.

When he tried to raise a hand, he realized that his body was covered in snowflakes, with only half of his head exposed. He gently pushed the yak's big head away and stood up from the snowdrift. I don't know where the bald woman threw herself. The wind on this hillside is freezing and the snowflakes are blowing like knives. This scene reminds me of the scene in the Marvel movie "Doctor Strange" where the protagonist Stephen Strange was thrown into a snowy mountain by the Ancient One and forced to open the portal to avoid freezing to death.

But to be honest, I am not afraid of the cold. If it were Stephen, he would have frozen to death!

While slandering the bald woman, Watson walked towards the top of the mountain. There was smoke coming from that direction, and I didn't know if it was a crater or something like that. But where do the active volcanic craters in the Himalayas come from? There must be a reason why the Supreme Mage threw him here, although it was definitely not to show off. He turned around and saw a few yaks following him with curious faces. He couldn't help but sigh: "Don't follow Master Niu!"

"Moo?"

A few cows really didn't follow them.

Watson ignored them and continued toward the source of the smoke. The slope on the road became steeper and steeper, so Watson simply peeled off most of the armor remnants. The power of the shells was so great that almost only his boots were left to wear. Fortunately, the destination is not far away. Climbing up a huge boulder, the sight in front of us is very satisfying.

This is a steaming pool.

I'm sorry, Ms. Yao, I wrongly blamed you.

Reciting the ancient mage's real name twice in his mind, Watson pretended to bow, then tore off his armor and jumped into the pool. The hot temperature instantly enveloped the skin, and the whole person sank to the bottom of the pool. The sound of gushing water echoed in the ears like a drum. The soil gently kisses the back, like the embrace of nature, the softness is reassuring. Sparkling waves swayed on the water, tearing the sky into countless small pieces. Occasionally, snowflakes fell, and then immediately melted into the water, and every detail could be seen clearly.

This is already another world.

Watson stretched out his hands and gently rubbed the dirt and blood on his skin, watching them escape in the water. Just as I expected from the beginning, after sleeping for more than ten hours, the strange feeling of being restless has subsided a lot. But there is still an irritability in my heart, as if it is out of tune with the surrounding environment, and I want to break through the water and howl at the sky.

I don’t know how much time passed, but several cow heads grew out of the edge of the water.

"How did you get here?"

There was a rumbling sound, and the disheveled water ghost emerged from the pool. He stretched out a few fingers to poke the cow's nose: "Go away quickly! Do you want to drink my bath water?"

"Moo?"

The yak's little eyes blinked and its long ears flapped a few times, but in the end it was still thirsty and it lowered its head and took another lick of the water. Miss Watson put her hands on her hips and looked helpless. Half a minute later, when she saw the long-haired monster finish drinking water, she suddenly felt a bad taste in her heart, and reached out to tease the long hair under the yak's belly: "Okay, it's so thick, let me see it." .....Are you a little brother or a little sister? Damn it!!!"

Withdrawing her hand as fast as lightning, Miss Watson leaned back and opened her beautiful big eyes.

Sensing her movement, several yaks raised their heads while chewing their cud. Their movements were surprisingly consistent, as if they couldn't understand the creature's reaction. There was a brief silence. Miss Watson, keeping her dumbfounded expression, gave them a thumbs up, thought for a moment, and then raised a second thumb.

"It's spring and the flowers are blooming again, right?"

Perhaps it was because she hadn't spoken much in the past half month. At this time, she seemed to be mentally ill and began to change her gestures constantly, as if the bitter Mr. Deathstroke had died on the spot: "You know what I mean, right? "Animals" "The World" always likes to say this, and then let us take a look at the precious footage that we love to see!"

The cows tilted their heads and made no move.

Miss Watson fell silent.

A trace of anger burned in her chest. She looked at the ignorant creatures in front of her, the confused look in their eyes, and the honest, tired face that looked like Alzheimer's. She suddenly felt extremely sad and angry! The sense of mission to get rid of everything echoed in her heart for an instant. Miss Watson stood up, took a long breath, and let out a roar that shook the earth!

"belch--------!!!!!"

Several yaks by the pool immediately raised their heads, with human shock in their eyes!

"Hiccup!" Miss Watson spread her legs and waved her arms vigorously, as if she were standing on a podium that attracted everyone's attention. Tears of anger fell from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes almost burst out of her eyes: "Wow! belch!!!!!"

The cows trotted closer, wanting to listen to the great sage's teachings.

"Oh~moo————!"

After Miss Watson shouted the last sentence, she bowed deeply to the cows. She then raised her head to look at the sky, as if to guide the coming of the holy light, and stretched out a firm index finger: "Pepsi, pay me back for the advertising fees, do you hear me?!"

This is obviously not going to be responded to.

The trembling hand slowly retracted, Miss Watson bent down, and then burst into laughter: "Hahahahahahahaha!!! It turns out that burping on cows is really useful, it made me laugh so hard hahahahaha!!!! "

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

She laughed and slapped the water hard, until a bald woman said faintly from behind: "Can you put your clothes on when you give a speech next time?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.