The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Finally they kissed.

Wade was leaving the pizza shop with Abigail and heading this way. If he didn't deal with Nisha quickly, the two of them would see what was going on in the car. Perhaps knowing that Watson could completely control herself, Nessa opened her mouth and bit regardless, like a playful cat. A tall lady with long legs poses like this. To be honest, it's a bit contrasting and cute, but Watson doesn't want to play this kind of dangerous game, he just wants it to end quickly.

Suck!

The cold tip of her tongue left Watson's lips, and Nessa sat back with a smile. Watson wanted to give a few warnings, but Wade's voice came in: "Hey, noble princess! Please help open the door, we don't have room. Hands!"

Watson ignored Wade and the others and couldn't help but think about the kiss just now. His own body temperature is very low, and when interacting closely with Michela, he can be said to be more sensitive to the body temperature of living people. As a vampire, Nissa does not have a body temperature of over 30 degrees like normal people. It is not that the two of them have hugged and kissed before, but this time the feeling was particularly obvious. When she lay in his arms, Watson It felt like hugging a corpse.

"what happened?"

Nisha opened the car door and turned around to look over.

"Nothing." He said casually to the other party, Watson started the car and drove back to the sewer base. The strange thing is that Wade did not continue to noisyly turn on the radio on the way. Instead, Abigail chased Watson and asked questions. I don’t know if it was influenced by her boyfriend Wade. The old Whistler’s daughter is much more cheerful than the movie version, and even makes people feel a bit tomboyish.

When they entered the sewer, they heard the sound of weapons clashing in the distance.

Michela is sparring with the Sunwalker Blade.

It had been a while since Watson had seen his girlfriend take action. He had previously killed drug dealers in London's underworld, and he had tried his best to prevent Michela from getting into dangerous hand-to-hand combat. At this moment, the woman held two daggers and attacked the blades with a crazy attitude, hitting the vital point with every blow.

Sunwalker obviously still had some room to spare. The silver sword flipped back and forth, blocking some attacks that were really impossible to dodge. If nothing else goes wrong, the sparring session will end with the woman running out of energy, but Watson soon discovers that there have been many cuts on Blade's arms and cheeks.

Some are quite deep.

I guess he must have overturned at first.

"How long did they fight?"

"It's less than 5 minutes, but it's already very powerful. I've rarely seen someone fight with a blade for such a long time, let alone a human woman." Old man Whistler took the pizza box and pinched a piece out. This time He didn't refuse again, and Watson guessed that it might be because his daughter Abigail bought it herself.

"Five minutes?" Wade raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly: "I don't believe it!"

"Yes, baby, she has already broken your record." Abigail patted her boyfriend on the shoulder, with a teasing look on her face: "It doesn't matter, 3 minutes is already very impressive."

"Please! I was just careless last time!"

While putting the pizza box, Wade continued to talk harshly: "Hell, it's me next round! I'll prove to you what it means to be a man, Abby, don't think I'm just good at that thing! I'll go up and hold on for 5 seconds Minutes, I can still exercise with you later..."

"Hey!"

Before he finished speaking, the old man Whistler shouted angrily, stretched out his hand and nodded at the young man: "I'm still here, kid! Be careful what you say!"

"Okay, okay, daddy is the best." Wade raised his hands in surrender, and with a playful smile, he pulled Abigail and ran closer to the competition site to watch. Michela's breathing was already rapid, and as soon as Watson finished dividing the Coke, he heard a crisp knife sound, and a dagger flew over in a spinning direction.

Snapped!

He raised his hand and caught it accurately.

"Very good." The blade of the sword was already lying on the edge of Michela's neck. The big black man turned around and closed his hand, holding a beautiful sword flower. Michelle rubbed her sore arms and wrists a few times, slowly stood up from a half-kneeling position, ignored the applause of Wade and Abigail, and walked straight towards her boyfriend.

"Are you okay? Is your hand hurt?"

"Small question." Miss Butterfly Knife kissed Watson's cheek a few times, glanced at Nissa provocatively, and stood aside to rest. The vampire princess smiled back, seemingly not unhappy at all. This scene made Watson feel a little guilty. If Michela knew that he had just had a tongue spar with Nisha, he would probably jump up and continue sparring with her.

"It's your turn, Wade." Abigail poked her boyfriend: "What did you just say? Hold on for more than 5 minutes? I will help you time it."

"Come on!"

Wade clenched his fists and took off his jacket.

"Shall we make a bet?"

Old man Whistler sat next to him and tried to get closer to his daughter in a subtle way: "I bet the pizza wasn't even cold when this brat lost."

"Okay, what's the bet?"

Abigail also has a temper that doesn’t take things too seriously.

"Watson, come and try?"

At this moment, Blade unexpectedly called Watson's name. After the battle just now, the big black man was obviously in good condition. But he was not a person who was good at words. After he finished speaking, he stopped saying anything and only cast two warlike glances.

"Oh? You go first, Watson." Wade put on his coat and sat back in a natural manner: "New friends should always enjoy some privileges, right Abby? I'm so looking forward to the beautiful boy's performance , don’t say you don’t want to see it.”

"Of course." Abigail lay down in her boyfriend's arms, ignoring the unhappy look in her father's eyes.

"Okay, wait for me."

Watson shrugged, took his two silver-hardened military hand axes, and stood in the open space. He rarely fights in male form, so it's a bit fresh.

The blade on the opposite side had no nonsense. In just such a short time, the wounds on Sun Walker's body had basically healed, and he attacked with his long sword. Logically speaking, Mr. Whistler was responsible for most of Blade's teachings when he was a child, but I don't know how this black man learned it. Every move has a Japanese style.

When he faced the reaper army last year, Blade had seen the fighting ability of this beautiful boy and knew that the opponent's physical fitness was not inferior to his own, so he didn't hold back at all. He slashed the opponent's shoulder and neck diagonally with his sword, and his speed was nearly twice as fast as before. The distance between the blades is calculated very well, and with his right hand almost completely straightened, plus the length of the sword blade, Watson has only two best options, either to go sideways or to retreat out of range.

But Watson chose to step forward.

The sword blade is almost touching the body. Is the distance enough?

Not enough distance.

Seeing the ax raised in the opponent's left hand, Blade realized that he had no time to change his attack. He stretched out his left palm to grab the handle of the ax that was coming from Watson's right hand. On the sidelines, Wade's eyelids trembled, and the blade of the blade had already hit the face of the axe; and almost at the same time, Watson's right hand completely released, and the inertia continued to move forward with the other axe, hitting it from the side. The sun-walker's left hand opened wide.

But the bodies of both sides continued to get closer.

The blade successfully resisted the axe, but even though it was only delayed for a short moment, the opportunity was completely gone. He could only watch as Watson's right hand formed into a palm, brushed his left arm, and cut hard to the bottom of his right armpit. An electric shock-like numbness accompanied by severe pain hit the upper body, making the blade almost lose its grip on the hilt. This caused the ax holding the blade to lose its balance and slide towards the body.

The two of them swayed past each other, Watson twisted his body before he could stop, and the blade also turned around. Compared to the former who landed lightly, the big black man's legs bent, and the soles of his shoes rubbed sharply against the ground, making two meters long. scratches.

He covered his right rib and looked down at his chest.

The ax blade cut a long gap diagonally.

"Whoa! WTF?!"

Wade yelled: "Baby! Did you see clearly?"

"Would you like to take a break?"

Hearing Watson's inquiry, Blade slowly exhaled, holding the sword in his left hand, and rushed towards the frail figure in front of him again. This time Watson still chose to face him head-on. The ax blade and long sword in his left hand came together, making a harsh collision sound.

After realizing the opponent's reaction speed, Blade decisively changed his strategy and focused more on fist and kick attacks. The distance between the long sword and fists and feet is completely different. Only by studying hard and using it continuously can you gradually master the rhythm of the transformation between the two.

It's a skill he's honed over the years.

The faster, the stronger.

Sunwalker fully exploded his muscle power, and the sword retracted, no longer fully straightened. This change sharply accelerated Blade's attack frequency. With his half-vampire physique, he stayed close to his opponent and used fast-paced chops and thrusts with fists. Suddenly, he was cold and followed up with a whip kick, and his whole body almost entered a half-rotation. attitude.

After several duels, Watson figured it out.

This guy probably took his inspiration from Miss Watson.

Last time in Hell's Kitchen, Miss Watson happened to run into Nyssa when she went to find medicine for Michela. At that time, she was wearing a Stark-branded full-coverage combat uniform and was confidently fighting against the vampire princess. However, the Sunwalker Blade joined in midway, and Miss Watson was eager to escape, so she had to spin and jump with her eyes closed to launch a Blade Storm, which cut several holes in the black man's windbreaker.

Watson was running away, but Blade was getting more and more frightened. He had pushed his body speed to the limit, but his opponent's defense did not miss anything. Not only that, Sunwalker also had a vague feeling that Watson was even taking the initiative to match his own rhythm.

Suppressing the anxiety in his heart, he raised his leg and kicked Watson's parrying axe, then bounced back.

"call--"

Dao Feng didn't remember how long he had been outburst, but his body was indeed a little tired at this moment, and the beautiful boy stood there, casting questioning eyes, without even taking a few breaths.

Do you want to continue?

Sunwalker understood the other person's eyes, he took a deep breath again, and sprinted forward with his sword. At this moment, Blade completely emptied his mind, his running heels cracked the ground, and the face was instantly brought closer to him.

He swung his sword.

I feel smoother than ever before.

Clang——

A shattered ax blade hit the ground, causing ripples to appear in the dead empty space. Blade slowly straightened up and turned around to see Watson looking at the weapons in his hands. His two axes were damaged, and one of them only had the handle left.

"Well played."

Watson had no expression and just threw the ax handle, but Blade felt that the other party's expression was solemn for some reason. He was silent for a moment, put his hands together by his side, bowed his head slightly in greeting to this beautiful boy, and then turned around and left.