The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Little troublemaker? Little troublemaker?"

Miss Watson went to the door and saw through the peephole that the two little kids who came to ask for candy yesterday were standing at the door: "Wow! They are really little troublemakers! I gave them candy yesterday! Don't be so greedy, you two little butts!"

"No! I'll give it to you today too! If you don't give me candy, I'll trick or treat you!"

Hearing a childish voice, Michela rolled her eyes, put down her gun and walked back. Nisha sat on the sofa without moving, and blew a kiss to her, obviously teasing her previous action. Dr. Heinzwafen was naturally not afraid, and sat opposite Nisha, attacking her with a look full of contempt.

"What's wrong?" The vampire princess crossed her legs and moved with an enviable grace. "Didn't you see more when I changed clothes?"

"I didn't expect you to dress so childishly."

"Are you sure you're not talking about yourself?"

"What's wrong with me pretending to be a witch? My boyfriend loves to watch it." Michella reached out to grab the bottle of wine, hesitated for half a second and turned to hold the warm water cup: "My girlfriend loves to watch it too, unlike some unwanted vampire who comes to your door all day to interfere with the wonderful life of couples."

"Then why didn't you say no when I kissed you?"

Nisha glanced at Miss Watson, who never tired of arguing with the little brat, and threw the question back.

"Oh, you pressed me down and kissed me!"

"Wow, listen to this excuse, it's exactly the same as Watson's." Nisha's smile was mixed with provocation: "When I kissed him, his expression was very similar to yours now. Have you been with Watson for too long and started to be infected by his mental state?"

"…There's an infectious disease! When I open the door, the virus will come out and bite you!" Miss Watson was at the door, completely in the mood, arguing with the two little brats: "Why don't you run now? I'm going to start the countdown. When I open the door, an evil witch will appear and catch you to make soup! There's also a vampire in my room! A super scary vampire! I'll tie you up and eat you!"

"We are not afraid!"

After the little boy outside the door finished shouting, the little girl added: "We have a cross!"

"The cross is useless! Oh hahaha!" Miss Watson laughed strangely and glanced at the living room. When she didn't hear any strange noise, she put on the iron mask that came with her armor and opened the door directly: "You two actually went out wearing devil masks! God must be angry~~~~"

"Go away! Go away!" The little boy held up the cross.

"Huh? Look carefully! I am a Crusader Knight! I have spent my life spreading glory to the Lord (Latin)!" Miss Watson lied one after another, using the memory fragments of the Crusaders in her mind to cheat: "When I attacked Constantinople in 1208, your great-grandfather was not even born! You two little fools, you still have the nerve to ask me for candy! Give me your candy!"

"Ah ...

At least he remembered to grab his basket.

"Hey ladies, a cutie left something here..."

Miss Watson took two steps into the living room and saw that Michelle and Nisha were still sitting there. She waved the candy basket in her hand and said, "I'm going to go chase the owner. I'll be back later."

"Go."

Michella tilted her head and said something.

"Okay, okay~" Miss Watson went out humming a song. As soon as the door was closed, the two women in the living room jumped up and wrestled with each other. However, compared with the previous fights, Michelle and Nisha's movements now seemed to have some other elements, mainly restraint moves, and no one had a knife on their body.

This living room is quite spacious, and it is also of extra use at this moment. However, human bodies cannot fight against vampires for a long time. In less than 3 minutes, Michelle has been pressed to the sofa by Nisha. The vampire princess looked down at him with a smile of victory on her face: "Little wild cat, I won another round tonight."

"Schei?e (German swear word)! Let go!"

Miss Butterfly Knife's ears turned red, and I didn't know if it was because she was angry.

"I tasted your blood last time, it was delicious..."

Nisha leaned down, slowly leaned close to Michelle's ear, and uttered a few unclear words, and Miss Butterfly Knife suddenly began to struggle desperately. Just at this moment, Miss Watson happily pushed the door open and walked in. The two women separated from each other as if they were electrocuted, but the sharp-eyed Miss Watson had already seen the last scene.

"Wow, you guys...when did your relationship become so good? Why didn't you tell me? I wasn't prepared at all..." Miss Watson clenched her hands together. Seeing that Michelle looked upset, she quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Mimi, I met the parents of those two little brats! They are both fat, hahaha! Those two little troublemakers will definitely become fat in the future."

"It seems we'll have to decide the outcome another day."

Nisha smiled and shook her head, fixing her clothes without any embarrassment. Michelle probably couldn't stand this atmosphere and state, and stared at Miss Watson with a death stare, almost asking her why she came back so early.

"Okay, let's go out now~"

Miss Watson blinked. "Camden, black streets, fighting hooligans?"

"I don't want to move."

Dr. Heinzwafen lay back and said, "Take Nisha with you."

Send a proposition.

Miss Watson loved to have an attack at times like these.

She put her hands together, spread them to both sides, and shamelessly pointed at the two women in front of her: "So, you are all my wings... Hey, hey, hey, why are you hitting me all of a sudden!"

Michelle, who had found an excuse, rushed forward with a knife, not caring whether his girlfriend had given him the opportunity on purpose or not. He would just chop her to death at this moment. Nisha was also amused by Miss Watson's behavior. She stood by with her hands on her hips, watching the two people fighting... making a fuss...

Okay, it really happened.

Michela naturally knew his girlfriend's endurance very well. The armor parts custom-made from the knife maker were made of high-quality materials and could not be pierced by a dagger at all. Besides, he had already found it difficult to cut her skin, so wasn't this just venting his anger?

“Stop it, stop it!” Miss Watson blocked and shouted, “I couldn’t bear to damage the clothes you gave me! How could you be so cruel! Nisha! Help me hold her down! It’s time to teach this woman a lesson! Hey, hey, hey, why did you hit me!!!”

Clang!

The blood princess's blade cut into the arm armor.

"You are indeed a bit annoying." Nisha turned around and kicked Miss Watson's arm armor that she used to block. Michelle's flesh fists were not good at hitting metal, but the vampire princess didn't have such concerns: "I haven't really fought with you yet, why not try it now!"

"Ha! A one-on-two fight for justice, right?" It was a rare opportunity for Michelle and Nisha to join forces, and Miss Watson immediately got into the role: "Don't even think about punishing me!"

The screams continued in the house for half an hour.

Anyway, the little troublemakers passing by didn’t dare to ask for candy.

It can only be attributed to the durability of someone's voice being too high.

The fight went on and on, and in the end, no one knew who was beating whom. Anyway, the three disheveled women rolled together on the carpet. Especially Michelle and Nisha, their clothes were torn to shreds, while Miss Watson, on the other hand, used her hands and feet to entangle her opponent, and basically suppressed her with brute force.

"...Which bastard spilled my drink?"

In a weak German accent, this is Dr. Heinzwafen: "I guess this carpet is doomed."

"Anyway, it's not me. Let go. I want to take a shower. My clothes are all soaked by the wine..." The vampire princess, with her messy hair tied up, tried to stand up by holding Miss Watson's leg. As a result, a fist hit her crotch squarely. The woman screamed in pain and fell to her knees.

Michelle rested her head on someone's thigh and laughed twice, then continued to lie there panting. After two rounds of sex, she was already a little exhausted. Nisha looked at the ceiling, unable to hide the smile on her face: "...I've never done this with anyone before, is this considered a fight? It feels really weird..."

"Sure, Schei?e (German swear word)... Your ass feels so good when you spank it, bitch." Michelle said and was even about to close her eyes.

Then she noticed Miss Watson's expression.

Kind but annoying.

"So you guys..."

"Shut up."

"Oh."

After a moment of silence, Nisha asked helplessly, "Can you let go, dear? I really need to take a shower."

"Then let's take a shower together?" Miss Watson's eyes sparkled, and she bent her neck 90 degrees and raised her head. Michelle and Nisha looked at each other and punched Miss Watson together.

......

The next morning.

"...claimed to be a tribute to Spider-Woman, and attempted to climb the Tower Bridge at around 8pm that night." In the news footage, a photo appeared next to the female anchor, showing a man wearing a Spider-Woman-style tights. However, this guy's figure was not very good, and the clothes revealed a cheap feeling everywhere, especially the belly was squeezed out, which was really eye-catching.

At least the female host could hardly hold back her laughter.

When she read the part about "breaking her leg because the floor was too slippery", she finally laughed out loud and apologized to the camera. Dr. Heinzwafen leaned on the sofa and reached out to touch the wine glass, but was immediately slapped away by Jessica. He could only roll his eyes in dismay: "Look, you have a fanatical fan."

"I think you really need to control yourself, dear. Don't you think you've been drinking too much recently?" Ms. Drew frowned and went straight to the point: "Look at your shoulders. Who was the one who went into the bathroom last night and slipped into the bathtub?"

"Yes, my fault..." Michella glanced at Nisha. The vampire princess did not go home last night and stayed in the house for a night. However, she did not bring any change of clothes, so she curled up on the sofa in a bathrobe, in a real high-risk state.

So Mr. Watson, don't think about it for now.