The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"...Then the taxi driver saw me and was so scared that he ran to the passenger seat. I told him not to be afraid. I just wanted to ask if there was a pharmacy nearby. But he was shaking all over and told me not to eat him. The louder you shout, there is definitely something wrong with this person..."

"uh-huh."

Michela raised her right leg and stirred the liquid while watching Miss Watson talk. The cow had been busy all night, and now she finally lay down comfortably on the big bed. Her skin was still covered with a shallow layer of water stains, and under the illumination of the desk lamp, it shimmered like scattered diamonds. The warm tones were like oil paintings, and those cherry-colored eyes were gentle and a little sleepy, stirring the water in Michela's heart and rippling gently.

She is so good looking.

In Miss Butterfly Knife's impression, her girlfriend was never tired, always high-spirited and full of energy, with endless strange ideas and playful ideas in her little mind. But now, this tired-looking beauty was lying quietly, as if she might fall asleep at any time, and her voice had dropped several times. The laziness made Michelle's ears feel slightly hot, and she couldn't help but turn her head to the side, secretly calming down the urge to hug her and give her a kiss.

There is no doubt that Miss Watson has revealed a new side before his eyes, a charm that is completely different from before.

Even more charming.

"...I lay down on the windshield and told him, I'm not an alien, I just want to ask for directions. He still didn't listen, so he huddled in the back seat with his head in his hands and his eyes closed. It's gone." While Michelle was struggling mentally, Miss Watson rolled her eyes, raised her feet and gently scraped the floating cloak beside the bed: "Then this guy floated down, and the driver yelled and fainted. Looks like I peed my pants. What a waste of my time. I might as well have gone to Hell's Kitchen in the first place."

call out!

The levitating cloak twisted and avoided the white and tender jade foot.

"As I said last time, Nissa is cooperating with the vampire hunters to clean up the vampire forces in New York, so she happened to find Hell's Kitchen tonight." Miss Watson didn't care and buried her face in the pillow a little more: " But let me tell you, this is actually of no use. Vampires are just like gangsters, similar to social problems. After they are eliminated, new ones will appear after a while... ah-!"

As she spoke, she began to yawn.

Seeing her girlfriend's appearance, the urge to hug her and kiss her came back again. Michela had to take a few deep breaths to try to divert her attention: "So you found her?"

"Yes, I beat her up, but Nessa didn't recognize me. You know, who asked her to fight you a while ago?"

"...You know we took action?"

"Hey... you guys made so much noise when you were fighting... I'm not deaf." Miss Watson closed her eyelids in a daze, her voice getting smaller and smaller: "Don't you kiss me anymore? , I'm about to fall asleep..."

"Why should I kiss you?"

"Good night! Good! Kiss - ah!" The sleeping beauty on the bed stood up like a corpse, holding the sheets with both hands. Her expression was as aggrieved as she could be: "Which night will I go to bed without kissing you? You can count them. ! Dr. Heinzwafen, doesn’t your conscience hurt when you say this? I don’t..."

The desk lamp illuminated two swaying figures, with their tops touching each other. Half a meter away, the floating cloak covered their non-existent eyes and turned away silently. Half a minute later, there was still only a slight gasp in the bedroom. Michela let go of his left hand covering the back of his girlfriend's head and leaned his body back on the chair: "Are you willing to shut up now? Go to sleep! "

"Okay doctor, get out quickly."

Miss Watson licked her lips with satisfaction, hummed for a while, closed her eyes and became silent.

Literally silent.

Like a dead man.

Michelle's hands moved, but in the end they still didn't touch Miss Watson. Before falling asleep, the other party very seriously explained to himself what might happen, that is, there was a chance that the body would turn into a large number of tentacles and launch unconscious attacks on the surroundings. In this case, it is dangerous for any living thing to come close. Therefore, Miss Watson emphasized the words "go away quickly and never touch me" many times.

Taking one last look at the naked body on the bed, Michela closed the door and walked to the living room to continue processing the unfinished potions. The floating cloak floated and spun, and finally rolled up a broom on its own initiative. Miss Butterfly Knife watched as it swept the floor, wiped the table, dusted the cobwebs, and even rearranged the vases.

What on earth is this cloak?

Reminiscent of the scene where the cloak "followed orders" just now, this thing is obviously not low in intelligence, but no matter from which angle, Michela can't explain how a cloak can move on its own. The woman recalled her experiences over the past year or so, and the facts were exactly as Watson said. Biochemical weapons, vampires, monsters in Silent Hill... were like layers of curtains, revealing the true nature of the world to her one by one. face.

She was actually starting to get used to it.

What else could be done?

At this moment, Michela finally realized the change in her mood.

After all, wearing women's clothing is one thing, but actually becoming a woman is another. Therefore, she actually has very complicated feelings for Miss Watson, which prevents Michela from fully committing to this strange relationship. Mr. Watson and Miss Watson are significantly different in appearance, voice and personality. No matter how much Michaela hints to herself that "they are the same person", even if everything that should happen and should not happen happens, This feeling always lingers in my mind, and the guilt of betrayal is not fake.

In addition, Michaela had to admit that although she was jealous of Miss Watson's perfect appearance in her heart, she also had a strong desire for her - there was no doubt about this, rather, her beauty It's enough to make people ignore gender and not give rise to much resistance at all. In addition, I am inherently bad in some aspects... so after the initial shock, I mostly just verbally refused Miss Watson's proactive approach.

At this time, "they are the same person" becomes a psychological suggestion for self-persuasion, indulgence and succumbing to impulse.

Miss Watson did have a point.

It's exciting.

Things had developed to this point unknowingly, and Michela was both ashamed and surprised by her transformation. When she saw Miss Watson's anxious and disappointed look through the gap in the wardrobe, apart from the pleasure of succeeding in the prank and the pleasure of revenge, Michela was only moved in her heart. Underneath the slightly crazy appearance, the other party obviously has a sincere side that can make ordinary people empathize. This allowed Miss Butterfly Knife to find some feelings about getting along with Mr. Watson, and once the two had more in common, the guilt in her heart quickly disappeared.

never mind.

Watson doesn't care anyway.

…I’m definitely starting to get used to it.

After taking a sip of the potion, Michela turned on the TV. It was already early in the morning, and the female host of the morning news TV station appeared on the screen: "At around 3 o'clock this morning, the New York Police Department's Manhattan Division continued to launch operations in Hell's Kitchen. More than 60 trapped civilians were successfully rescued, let’s take a look at the scene earlier.”

Everything in the picture is a burning dock warehouse.

Om-!

Just then, the phone vibrated.

It’s Nisha’s number.

Before leaving Watson and taking action that day, the two exchanged contact information, mainly Nesa's mobile phone which she took out first. Of course I was as stubborn as I could be at that time, but in the end I was beaten violently, and that damn vampire princess... looked at the caller ID, and the memory of humiliation reappeared in my mind. Michela took two deep breaths and pressed the answer button, but had no intention of speaking first. Nisha’s magnetic voice came from the receiver, and the first sentence made Michelle frown:

"Does it still hurt? Little wild cat?"

"Watson is a great doctor."

Miss Butterfly Knife leaned back and replied calmly: "I guess you understand."

The vampire princess on the other end of the phone chuckled lightly, but did not answer: "The meeting that night was a bit hasty, and Watson was also present, so it was inconvenient to talk about many things. I think we should introduce each other again, how about meeting again tonight? Just come here by yourself and I’ll text you the address.”

"I think I know you well enough."

"Oh, really?" Nisha's tone was very calm: "Then you don't plan to come?"

"Send a text message, I'll take a look and think about it."

Michela hung up the phone directly.

After a moment of silence, she drank the potion in one gulp, then stood up, turned off the TV, and quickly walked into the weapons room. But looking at the numerous swords and guns, I didn’t feel that any of them could effectively threaten Nissa. Michela began to think about whether to get a silver-plated short knife. Watson once mentioned that silver can cause devastating damage to vampires. Even if it is only plated with a thin layer, stabbing the vital part is enough to cause death.

Of course, a pureblood like Nissa would have stronger vitality.

But it's not much stronger.

Miss Butterfly Knife has no intention of killing the vampire princess. After all, the two parties are not mortal enemies, and Watson still has a relationship with her. But for Nisha, it was easy to kill herself, and Michela wanted to bring the fighting power between the two parties closer. In any case, she definitely didn't want to be beaten again. If the other party was still planning to make things difficult this time, as long as she still had physical strength, Michela was very confident in her sword skills.

However, in his current situation, it is impossible to silver-plat the weapons.

Go buy a silver candlestick?

Om-!

Nisha’s message comes.

Looking at the string of addresses, Michela couldn't help but frown.

......

eight pm.

Michela stood in front of a high-end restaurant. Her women's suit did not match the surrounding evening dress crowd, but looked more like a bodyguard. But the waiter at the door still kept smiling: "Good evening, madam, do you have an appointment?"

"0."

After hearing this string of numbers, the waiter opened the list and looked at it for a while, then respectfully invited Michela in. This restaurant is located on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, surrounded by art galleries, museums, wealthy residential areas and high-end restaurants. The bustling level is no less prosperous than other places. Choosing a meeting place like this, Nissa looked like she wasn’t planning on taking action.

But what is she doing in the restaurant?

Can vampires still eat human food?