The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Dead silence.

Logically speaking, the black light body would not sweat, but looking at the two women in front of him, Watson already had the illusion of sweating. After calling Nissa, the vampire princess quickly sent an address, and the two parties met in a warehouse near the abandoned train station. One is wearing a black and gray leather jacket, and the other is wearing a brown and red tights. The two women look so similar.

"Why are you standing so far away?"

Miss Butterfly Knife waved to him: "Come here!"

"Oh, I was just thinking, this place is quite remote."

Watson grimaced and turned his gaze to Nessa: “Long time no see.”

"It didn't take long, at least to me." The vampire princess still has a cool, casual and lazy style. She only shows some charming expression when facing Watson. Compared to Nisha, Michela is in a different situation. She may have realized that this woman’s figure and appearance are not inferior to hers, and she also seems to be quite capable of fighting. Miss Butterfly Knife’s expression is very serious, and her eyes are deep. It was even more full of hostility.

Turning back to look at Nisha, the scrutiny in the woman's eyes was also quite obvious.

Watson understood everything about this scene.

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do.

"So, Watson...this is the girlfriend you were talking about on the phone?" The vampire princess crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly toward Michela: "Your name is Michela? Right?" This is a little different from what I imagined, but... okay, I admit, you are such a lucky girl, it is not easy to capture Watson's heart, how did you do it? "

"I disfigured myself, and Watson fell in love with me. He likes this style, so there's nothing I can do about it." Miss Butterfly Knife shrugged her shoulders, leaned back on the rusty iron shelf next to her, and picked her up too. Two Arms: "On the surface, this guy doesn't take any initiative at all. He always says that he has some mental illness and is not in the right state. You must have heard that, right?"

"really."

Nessa glanced at Watson: "How did you make him figure it out?"

"I was too lazy to wait for him to figure it out, so I just pushed him on the bed and finished it."

"Wow......"

A few words in a row made Watson's expression more and more embarrassing. Nessa was stunned for a moment, then she chuckled and cast a meaningful look at him: "I knew he was the last time I kissed this beautiful boy. I like to be passive, but I didn’t expect him to be like this..."

"Who says it's not?"

Michelle's eyebrows twitched.

"You know I'm still here, right?" Watson finally couldn't help it.

"Oh, of course, honey, how could I ignore you?" Miss Butterfly Knife came over and kissed her boyfriend lightly on the face: "Anyway, you can't get in the way here, since I have already met Nisha. , why don’t you go out and get some fresh air first? Now it’s a topic between women, how about I come out to you after we finish talking?”

"She's right."

The vampire princess said with a smile, "It's ladies time now."

"...If you want to quarrel or fight, you don't have to avoid me." Watson's eyes flicked across the faces of the two women repeatedly, and he sighed deeply: "I don't know. Do you two understand Dongguo culture, but I think of a Dongguo word that is very suitable for the current state of the two of you, and that is 'yin-yang-weird-qi'."

"You are thinking too much. How could Nisha and I do something? Everything is fine, dear." Michelle's tone was a little distorted: "You can teach me when you get home. Go out first. Oh, by the way, trouble Close the door."

"Really?"

Watson sighed again, but still walked outside: "You really want to do this? Well, I'll be outside. Call me if you need anything."

No one spoke behind him.

Bang!

The heavy iron door of the warehouse was pulled shut, and in front of him was a large stretch of desolate railway track. Train skins of different lengths were wrapped in dense weeds. Combined with the lights of the metropolis in the distance, it looked even more dilapidated. Watson only glanced at it twice, and immediately turned his attention to his hearing. Of course, an iron door couldn't block the sound, but there was no movement at all in the warehouse at the moment.

Silent?

That means taking action...

Sighing again, Watson sat down on the threshold with an empty mind, raised his watch and started counting the seconds.

28...29...

puff!

It sounded like a fist hitting the palm of the hand, and the next second, the harsh noise of the blade scraping against the iron frame was heard, followed by a large clang, clang, clang, and someone may have been knocked over the iron rack. Watson could imagine what was going on inside just by hearing the sound. He was silent for a moment, pressed the back of his head against the iron door, faced the night sky, and showed a peaceful smile that gave up thinking.

clang! clang! Clang——!

This should be a knife fight.

Watson jumped up and jumped to the roof of the warehouse. Of course, he didn't intend to leave himself alone. This abandoned warehouse was leaking air everywhere, and it was easy to find gaps suitable for peeping.

As expected, the two women below were already fighting, each using the knife more skillfully than the other. Michelle has always been very confident when it comes to close range knife fighting, and she does have this talent. Except for Watson, Miss Butterfly Knife has never encountered an unkillable opponent. But Nissa is in a different situation. The vampire princess is not only talented and experienced, but also has superior physical functions in all aspects. In any case, Watson really didn't think his girlfriend could win, so he sincerely asked Nisha to stop clicking on the phone, lest someone really die.

Looking at the current situation, the Vampire Princess has fulfilled the agreement very well, and is in a defensive posture as a whole, taking advantage of every move, and occasionally looking for opportunities to counterattack; while Miss Butterfly Knife's fighting style is much more fierce, knowing that the opponent has strong healing ability, so every time Each knife was aimed at the vital part, and the whole scene was like a female swordsman from the Holy Light Church facing off against a female thief. Watson, who gave up on himself, simply put his chin on one hand and began to admire the various moves of Michela and Nisha.

It's really nice to see women fighting...

clang!

Michela threw a dagger out of her hand, grazed the corner of Nisha's eyebrow and flew out, embedding itself in the iron frame at the back. The second throwing knife was also dodged, and the vampire princess chuckled: "What? Little Wildcat, do you want to play darts with me?"

Miss Butterfly Knife said nothing, drew two more daggers from the hem of her leather coat, and quickly rushed forward to stab the opponent's front door. This move also didn't work. Nissa firmly held Michela's arm and pulled it hard into her arms. Then her knees pushed up, but she hit a hard object. At the last moment, Michela deflected her left arm and used her elbow joint to meet Nisha's knee.

The tip of the right hand's blade penetrated directly.

Nessa groaned and forcefully opened the body in her arms.

"...You're wearing protective gear? What a cunning little girl." The woman stroked her hair, and seeing that Michela still didn't respond, she slowly pulled out the dagger inserted in her left rib: " Okay, Michela, I feel your determination. Your boyfriend asked me on the phone not to be too harsh, but I feel...if I don't be harsh, it doesn't seem right to you. So hard, isn’t it?”

Michela remained silent and took out another knife.

"Okay, it seems you've rested well." Nissa threw the dagger back, jumped into the air, and slashed diagonally at Michela's head with the dagger, obviously much faster than before. In fact, with normal eyes, it would be difficult to observe all the movements of the two women clearly, but this is still not a problem for Watson.

It's just that he feels bitter at the moment.

If Nisha wants to play it real, how long can Michela hold on? The vampire princess no longer had the indifferent attitude she had before, but instead showed a fierce side. She fought faster and faster, using her physical strength to tightly wrap around her opponent, forcing Michela into a series of fights that made it difficult to breathe. Watson looked at his watch and counted almost three minutes. Miss Butterfly Knife below her probably had her physical strength temporarily bottomed out, and her breathing became more and more obvious.

Another minute passed.

The sluggishness caused by exhaustion finally made her make a mistake, and Nissa elbowed her in the lower right ribs. Although she stabbed the vampire princess in the neck with a knife in her left hand, this did not affect the outcome. Nissa's second knee hit Michela's lower abdomen, flipping her over and pressing her directly against the collapsed iron frame in front of her. Miss Butterfly Knife still wanted to resist, but her arms and thighs were firmly pressed, and even the dagger was knocked out. The situation was finally settled.

At least for now.

Watson felt like he was about to knock on the door.

Snapped!

As soon as the head moved away, there was a crisp sound of skin being slapped from below, which scared Watson to twist his head back again.

A slap?

Isn't it?

Michela let out a suppressed roar of shame and anger, her disheveled head moved back and forth, and her fingers pinched hard, but she still couldn't break free from Nissa's imprisonment. The vampire princess slapped her face down with contempt on her lips.

Snapped!

Okay, it’s not a slap in the face, so that’s okay. After confirming the situation, Watson felt that it was better not to knock on the door now. This scene was too shameful, and Michela absolutely did not want anyone to see it. On the contrary, I will pretend to be completely unaware later, my expression should be full of innocence... I might as well say that I am going out to chase wild dogs.

"Shout it out?"

At this moment, Nisha’s gentle voice came from below, so small that even Watson’s ears could hardly hear it: “Little wild cat, stop holding the sound in your throat, just call you if you want. But, I I guess you don’t want Watson to see you like this, right? Remember, don’t provoke me next time.”

After saying that, the woman let go of her hand.

It looks like it's about to end.

In fact, even if these two people wanted to continue, Watson did not want to watch them fight anymore. Miss Butterfly Knife has a psychological problem to begin with. If she plays this kind of Defeat Play too much, things may happen easily. Running quietly back to the iron gate, Watson took a deep breath and shouted inside: "Hey! Girls! How was your talk?"

"We're done talking." This was Nisha's voice: "Come in."

After arranging his expression, Watson slowly opened the iron door of the warehouse and looked at the two women in the field. Nisha's clothes were somewhat damaged, but overall the impact was not big; Michela was much more embarrassed, her hair was completely spread out, and she was still combing it calmly, but her breathing had already betrayed Miss Butterfly Knife's true state. This girl has been reluctant to lift her hair, and maybe her face looks a little strange.

"A few wild dogs just ran over."

Watson pretended not to see it and pointed his thumb outside: "I played with them, you're done, right?"

"Ah."

Michela panted, brushed Watson's shoulder and walked over, taking his hand by the way: "Shall we go home?"

Questioning tone.

Affirmative sentence structure.

Watson threw an apologetic gesture at Nyssa.

The vampire princess smiled and threw back two winks and a blowing kiss.