The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Michela was awakened by the sound of birds chirping.

When she opened her eyes and saw that the person beside her pillow was no longer there, she drowsily cast her gaze out the window. The large green forest was enveloped in the morning light, as quiet as the mountains and fields depicted in oil paintings. In a daze, Miss Butterfly Knife seemed to see the morning in her childhood, with the chirping of insects and birds, the fresh air, and the cool breeze, which actually brought a sense of home at this moment.

Originally, she wanted to continue squinting for a while, but the swelling urge to urinate forced her brain to wake up. Michelle got out of bed barefoot, and the strong soreness from her waist and hips immediately made her whole body unbalanced, and she almost fell on the carpet. She had to hold on to the edge of the bed tightly to prevent herself from falling. With the current condition of her bladder, she might not be incontinent if she really fell.

How can you make that guy laugh?

hold onto!

A few minutes later, Miss Butterfly Knife moved out of the toilet while holding on to the wall. When she saw the torn maid uniform and white stockings on the carpet, she couldn't help but sigh. Watson must have admired this scene before he woke up. When the time came, he casually mentioned that he was not going to be teased.

Hell, it happens every time.

Isn't that guy tired?

Just as I was thinking of Watson, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and a dining car pushed in first. Michelle then saw her boyfriend, who had changed into a new maid outfit, a short-sleeved skirt with lace hoops, and a leather corset and white stockings. It was still the same style that she couldn't control. Although the chest is still flat, those two slender and graceful legs will never get boring no matter how many times you look at them. But no matter what, the most eye-catching thing about Watson is definitely his beautiful face. Today he changed his hair style, and there is a large bang on his forehead, covering less than half of his face...

This is a completely different feeling again.

"I was still wondering when you would wake up." Miss Watson opened the lid of the dish, and the rich aroma of cream filled the air: "Peggy went to bed too late last night, so she is probably still asleep now. Have you brushed your teeth? You can have breakfast now, this is what Gerry, the butler, taught me... Oh, do you want me to come and help you?"

"No, I can leave."

Michela was completely unaware of the angry content of her words, and she focused all her attention on the carpet. The remains of the clothes are in pieces, so conspicuous that they can be seen when turning around. Watson will definitely not miss the opportunity to make fun of himself later.

"Okay, miss, please take a seat."

Miss Watson seemed not to notice the scraps of clothes, and moved a chair on her own, then took two steps back, folded her hands on her lower abdomen, and put her two long white silk legs together, in a standard British maid's standby posture. Michela didn't speak anymore, took a few sips of the cream soup, picked up two table knives, and cut the bread into almost equal portions in three or four strokes. There was also toast on another plate, which had been cut diagonally, with a piece of bacon and a piece of ham sandwiched between them. Oil bubbled and sizzled on the freshly baked surface.

Take a big bite, and the wonderful aroma mixed with cream fills your nostrils. When the food finally reaches your hungry stomach, it easily evokes the most primitive satisfaction, joy and happiness. Miss Butterfly Knife exhaled and opened her mouth again eagerly, regardless of the fact that the egg layer in the middle of the toast was still a bit hot.

She was literally starving.

"what about the taste?"

"......not bad."

Michelle forced herself to change her words, but this move also cost her. Two hands behind her back reached into her nightgown from above, and with just a slight squeeze, Miss Butterfly Knife let out a begging laugh: "Don't! Don't. ...I was wrong, I was going to choke...ahem...gulu! Okay, let go! Breakfast is delicious, I was just kidding!"

"Is it so difficult for you to praise me?" Miss Watson put her hands on her hips, frowned slightly, and turned down the corners of her mouth, looking like a girl with a bad temper: "I helped you wash the bath, and I helped you massage. Yes, I made breakfast for you, and I even made the bed for you! You actually don’t thank me, do you still have any conscience? "

Snapped!

Michelle, who had long been used to it, stretched out her hand and slapped her on the butt: "It's a pity that you don't want to be an actor. Even pretending to be a maid is so professional."

"Oh? Do you blame me?"

Miss Watson spread her hands: "Peggy asked me to wear it when we had dinner yesterday, and you also wanted me to wear it, so what else can I do? I can only wear it, and it's not to satisfy you? It's better now, you're done You just changed your tune, right? It’s you who says I like her, and it’s you who says I don’t like her. You can finish all the good and bad words. Hey, woman, you don’t want me to clean your carpet just yet.”

As she said that, she turned around and picked up the torn clothes on the carpet: "Oh - hell, look at my skirt, who ripped it like this with so much effort? Fortunately, Mrs. Peggy prepared ten pieces for me. A few sets, otherwise there won't be enough... Oh my God, why are the stockings caked up? Did someone pee on them?"

Michela stared straight ahead, crunching sausages, trying to pretend to be deaf.

Om-!

At this moment, the phone suddenly vibrated, and Miss Watson had to stop her favorite part of teasing her girlfriend and took out the phone from her pocket. Just after pressing the answer button, Fatty Wang's extremely anxious voice came from inside: "Watson! Something big happened! You are in London now, right? Go to the London Temple!"

"What? What's the big deal?"

"Let's talk about it when we get here!"

beep--

Fatty Wang sounded very anxious and hung up the phone directly. Miss Watson glanced at Michela, and Miss Butterfly Knife frowned, keenly noticing the change in her boyfriend's expression: "What's wrong?"

"I have to go and do a favor for Fatty Wang. He's in a hurry." Miss Watson sighed and stretched out her hand to summon the levitation cloak: "You saw him last time. We owe him a favor, although... this It shouldn't be needed once. But I have to rush there as soon as possible now. I'm not sure when I can come back. How about you just stay with the old lady during this period? I think you have been getting along well. "

"I don't think he would come to you for anything other than fighting." Michelle stood up with her hands on the chair. Just as Miss Watson was about to go over and help her, the levitating cloak took the initiative to support Michelle's arms. Miss Watson couldn't help but want to roll her eyes when she saw such a bad look, but she had no time to delay now: "Don't you know me yet? I won't risk my life for others easily, so don't worry."

"I'll wait for you to come back."

When it came to serious matters, Michela stopped talking nonsense and stepped forward to hug her boyfriend and give him a kiss.

Don’t set up a FLAG!

Seeing Michela patting Miss Watson on the shoulder, the levitating cloak followed suit, and then she was pulled over and punched by Miss Watson.

"Speak to Mrs. Peggy for me."

Miss Watson jumped off the balcony and let the levitation cloak carry her away from Carter Manor.

This thing was indeed a bit anxious when I was on the road. After flying for more than half an hour, the sign on the top floor of the London Temple appeared in the distance. Pushing open the heavy double doors, there was an empty corridor in front of them, with tea on the tables on both sides. It was obvious that the mages were in a hurry when they left. Miss Watson walked all the way into the inner hall, and then she saw Sol Rama, the temple guardian with a white beard. The latter's short curly hair impressed Miss Watson because he looked like an ancient Roman man. style of.

But Uncle Sol's eyes were solemn now. There were several dressing mirrors erected in front of him, but the scenes in the mirrors were obviously not his own. Seeing Miss Watson entering the door, Saul didn't care to be surprised by the other party's dress: "You are finally here, the mages need support."

"Who is the enemy?"

Miss Watson tilted her head with the collar of the levitating cloak: "Wang didn't explain the matter clearly on the phone. I just rushed over as soon as possible. I didn't even bring any weapons."

"Just go, they have weapons, come with me..." Master Sol led Watson all the way through the corridor and stood in front of a door. The teleportation array in the room was burning with fire, but it was strange. No furniture was burned.

"So where exactly am I going?"

"hell."

"what?"

Zila——!

As soon as he finished speaking, the teleportation array in front of him erupted with large sparks as if it was short-circuited. The light dimmed for a moment, then filled up again soon. Master Thor's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to push Miss Watson into the teleportation array: "It is being disturbed! It may be destroyed soon! There is no time to explain, so hurry up and get there now!"

"alright!"

Miss Watson stood on the teleportation array. The dazzling firelight quickly filled her field of vision, and only Uncle Saul's voice was left in her ears: "It cannot accurately locate you now! It can only send you to a rough range! If the landing point is far away, , you have to find the mages yourself!"

Why do I feel like the transport plane is about to explode and the pilot urgently urges the paratroopers to jump out?

The thoughts in her mind lingered for two times, and Miss Watson finally began to regain her vision. However, the feeling of weightlessness coming from underneath her body indicated that she might be falling now. She blinked hard and saw only the thick scarlet mist, which was inexplicably similar to the sky when Silent Hill was treating people. But fortunately, the buffering ability of the black light body still worked, and the falling body quickly slowed down. She puffed up her lungs, took a breath, and felt a faint burning sensation in her body.

Hell's Breath belongs to yes.

More than two minutes passed before the thick red mist in front of her gradually faded away. But the scene she saw for the first time made Miss Watson frown. Below is a vast battlefield, crowded with hellish creatures fighting each other, and above them there are many "aerial troops". This scene is comparable to the battle at the end of "Avengers 4: Endgame".

Unlucky.

Miss Watson didn't know what the Karma Taj mages were doing here. She didn't want to get involved in the hell war at all, but in this situation, she could only return to Earth if she found these guys. After traveling through time for so long, Karma Taj has never asked him to participate in such a forced manner, which means that Fatty Wang's call to him must have been approved by Master Gu Yi.

So what happened to Aunt Saitama?