The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The next afternoon.

Watson held the steering wheel and drove the Mercedes SUV back to the highway in Chiswick. She and Michelle had just gone to visit old lady Peggy after a long absence and had a pleasant lunch. In the words of the old lady, she had not celebrated Halloween for many years, and the two of them dressed up as witches was very interesting.

Yes, a witch costume.

Miss Butterfly Knife was very satisfied with the advantage in bust size.

As long as she is happy.

Still laughing now...

"Stop laughing, okay?" Watson rolled his eyes and stepped on the brakes to stop at the red light. "Isn't it just checking ID? It's been half an hour. Why are you still laughing?"

"I laughed at those policemen for not believing you are a man, hahahahaha!!!!" Michelle sat in the passenger seat with her legs crossed. She tossed around without any image, not caring about her skirt showing through. "Hey lady! Using false ID is a serious crime! For Halloween's sake, it's not too late to admit your mistake now."

"Ah, ah, yes, yes." Watson cooperated and put on a sissy expression: "I think my voice now can make you believe it? Do you want me to unbutton my chest for you to see? Or do you want me to take off my pants? If that's the case, I will definitely sue you..."

"Hahahahahaha!!!!!!"

Snapped!

His girlfriend laughed so hard that she slapped him on the shoulder.

"That's why I say drink less. You're not me."

"What's the matter? Aren't you driving?" Michelle said, leaning over to kiss her boyfriend and even reaching out to do something naughty. Watson had to slap her away: "Green light! Green light! Stop... I said stop touching there! You slutty woman! Do you want to attract the police?"

After a fight, Michelle finally leaned back. This woman can really make trouble when she is drunk. Watson was very helpless about the British people's habit of always having two drinks to talk about things regardless of the time of day. Michelle, who is a type who likes to drink, was quickly assimilated when she came to London and always had whiskey at home.

After all, Germans naturally have some alcohol in their blood.

Sure enough, Miss Butterfly Knife spoke again not long after.

"Hey, cutie, how about we go to the black street?"

"No, you've been drinking."

"But I want to go..." The warm breath touched my ear: "I feel so sexy when I see you stepping on those bastards' chests in your high heels."

"Can you spare me?"

Watson rolled his eyes: "I'd rather go back to pole dancing."

"I want to see the pole dancing, too."

"I am shocked by your greed, Dr. Heinzwafen. It's true that people speak their mind only after drinking." Watson said that he was unwilling, but his body was honest enough to speed up the car. Although the black streets were in chaos, he was basically half dead after being tossed around by himself pretending to be Mrs. Viper.

And the black street is only a small area after all, most of the bars, shops and pedestrian streets in Camden are pretty good, and of course there are various activities on Halloween. Anyway, from my personal experience, as long as you don't step into the black street, Camden is much better than the beaches in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, where thieves are rampant.

But this does not mean that the two can leave the car there without worry.

"Don't draw your gun unless necessary, got it?"

"Listen to you."

Ba! Michelle smiled and kissed Watson: "I have a surprise for you."

"It's better not to be a shock."

A few dozen minutes later, the Mercedes SUV parked in the garage of Michela's house. Watson went around the passenger seat and carried the drunk Dr. Heinzwafen down: "How about you sober up first? You know, Halloween is more lively at night. How about we go at night?"

"I'll do as you say." Michelle said as she hugged Watson's neck, buried her face in it and took a few deep breaths, making a purring sound like a kitten. This made Watson worry about the little black cat he left in the King's Tavern Apartment. He didn't know if it was hungry. What if it ran away because there was too little cat food?

No, I have to find time to go back and take a look.

"Well, how about you take a break and I go check on the cat?"

"What cat?"

Michelle insisted: "Sleep with me!"

"I mean......"

"Sleep with me!"

"Okay, okay... don't drink so much next time, really..."

"Put me down, I can walk by myself."

Watson put his girlfriend down, and Michelle pushed him directly onto the bed. The two of them tossed and turned until nightfall, and only when Nisha came to visit on time did they lazily get up and dress. This time, the vampire princess did not knock on the door, but used the key given by Michelle to sneak in through the side entrance through the trap.

As soon as I entered the room, I heard a slightly hoarse female voice: "I do have a gift, but it's not for you, it's for Miss Watson. You know what I mean, right?"

"What do you mean? Are you planning to spend the night with her?" This was Watson speaking: "I thought I was your number one in your heart, dear, but I didn't expect you to get bored so quickly. Do you want Jessica to accompany you in the next two days? You philandering woman."

"Ha! You chose it yourself, didn't you?"

"Good evening, you two."

Nisha stood at the door of the bedroom on the second floor and eavesdropped for a few seconds. She leaned against the door frame and half of her head stuck out: "I hope I didn't disturb you."

"You've already interrupted."

Michelle crossed her legs and reached for the whiskey, as if the person who had just made a flowery noise was not her: "But as the host of the house, I still want to welcome you, and it would be better if you were not dressed like a stripper."

Snapped!

Watson gently slapped his girlfriend's hand away: "No more drinking this week!"

"......oh."

Dr. Heinzwafen obediently picked up the cup of warm water, stood up and waved him away: "Okay! I'm going to get Miss Watson's gift out, you guys go downstairs and wait."

"Mysterious..." Watson nodded to Nisha, took her down to the living room on the first floor, and opened the freezer in the corner. In addition to fresh food, there was a place where more than a dozen bags of dark red human blood were neatly placed, all of which were Miss Nisha's stock.

"Ah~ You're so thoughtful." Nisha took the blood bag and flipped through the packaging label while skillfully lighting the ornate cup burner on the coffee table: "The date is not wrong either. It seems that you remember my taste very well, right?"

"You've been here so many times."

While talking, Watson's eyes hardly left the woman.

The vampire princess dressed up as a nun today, but her style was unexpectedly bold, totally different from those tightly wrapped aunties in the Christian church. First of all, she had a sleeveless high collar, and she deliberately added a cross collar, which was simply adding fuel to the fire of the old priest's blood pressure monitor; secondly, although the length of the skirt was not exaggerated, it was slit all the way to the waist and hips, and when she sat on the sofa, the white skin at the base of her thighs could not be covered.

I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if a strong wind blew outside.

Even worse was the pair of long leather socks, which made those few inches of skin even more eye-catching. It can only be said that Nisha really loves leather clothing, but she doesn't wear it cheaply like some people do. With her appearance and figure, combined with the visual paleness of the vampires themselves, she can fully demonstrate the purpose of these designs.

Nisha could naturally sense the gazes and changed her sitting position with a smile.

Watson looked away in embarrassment.

"I understand more and more why Michelle said you are cute." The woman drank a mouthful of blood and licked her two sharp fangs towards Watson: "And when you are shy, people can't help but want to bite you."

"Please, you are a nun now, be reserved."

A wave of tentacles surged, and Miss Watson gritted her teeth: "Be careful or I will report you!"

"This dress was inspired by your painting of the Scarlet Sister." Nisha crossed one leg, not caring about exposing herself. "Don't you remember?"

"What kind of painting? Are there any?"

Miss Watson blinked.

"That's our little secret."

The woman blinked as well.

At this moment, there was a clanging sound outside the living room door, which sounded like some metal blocks colliding with each other. When Miss Watson saw Michelle coming in with a suit of armor, she immediately turned her head, crossed her arms, and put on a sour face.

"Ms. Watson, I am very sorry for the way I treated you in the past." Dr. Heinzwafen squatted down beside her legs. "In addition, I made a set of armor based on your painting. I hope it can help me get your forgiveness."

With Nissa's amused expression, Miss Watson turned her head with half an eye open, looking up and down at the armor - this couldn't actually be called an armor at all, at most it was a skirt with a few armor parts, at least the torso was completely unprotected, and the size of the opening on the front chest was...

Well, it certainly fits Miss Watson's size.

Looking at the blue-themed dress, it is actually divided into two main parts: a low-cut, sleeveless, high-cut tights, a short front and long back skirt, plus sleeves and stockings. The structure is similar to Nisha's nun uniform.

"Oh~ Yo~ I didn't expect you to remember this?"

Miss Watson couldn't hold back her smile, but she was still trying to be tough.

"Because I fucking love you."

Michelle's smile was elegant, but her words were different. She knew very well how to deal with Miss Watson, a psychopath.

"Hmph..." Miss Watson opened her eyes and pouted her lips, wanting to say something, but Dr. Heinzwafen rushed over and pushed her onto the sofa. Nisha, with her red lips forming a "wow" shape, continued to hold the blood cup with interest, silently appreciating the scene in front of her.

The floating cloak lifted the armor, and seemed to be dissatisfied with the outermost red cloak wrapped in white fur, so it separated it and turned itself into a more gorgeous similar style. The two women on the sofa stopped, and when Michelle was panting and riding on the sofa, with a victorious expression, those who didn't know would think that Miss Watson was the one asking for forgiveness.

"Is it done?"

"Tsk, forget it this time." Miss Watson licked her lips and immediately changed her expression. Then she rolled off the sofa and happily changed her clothes.

A few minutes later, a steel lady stood in the middle of the living room.

Michella and Nisha fixed their gazes on Miss Watson's chest, and their mouths twitched in unison.

This is a despicable volume...

"Is it beautiful? Is it beautiful? From today on, please call me Altria Arthur Pendragon, the Knight King of Britain!" Miss Watson shook her body and narcissistically threw her cloak: "Give me a horse and a spear, and I can charge at the enemy!"

"It looks good." Michelle commented, "But it doesn't look like a real soldier. Maybe you can try wearing this on the black streets. Maybe it will get more attention in the news than Spider-Woman."

"Not like a real soldier?"

With a snap, Miss Watson raised the broom on her toes and performed the spear dance in a very professional manner.

bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door again.