Self-cultivation of fake wine

Amnesia means herb salt has nothing to do with the Dresden slate anymore.

However, this is exactly what Herbal Salt wants - he has finished researching the subjects related to the stone slab, so he doesn't need to be trapped in the Yuzhu Tower anymore.

Also because of amnesia, he didn't need to organize his research materials on the slate to anyone—it was a perfect ending.

After coaxing Mao Mao in the villa for two days, I tried my best to keep Mao Mao from getting out of bed at all, but once again verified the phrase "a little farewell is better than a newlywed".

Mori Ogai seemed to have expected the return of Herbal Salt, but when he heard that this man had lost his memories of the Dresden slate, he still sighed in surprise.

He got a vacation without much effort, and was taken to London by the man to attend an academic conference——

Yes that's right, academic conferences.

In his entire life, Chuya never imagined that he could participate in the world's highest-level academic conference in a grandiose manner without even attending school!

...As the life assistant of the herbal professor.

When Zhong Ye appeared at the academic conference wearing prescription silver-rimmed glasses, a black mask, and an ordinary custom-made suit, he was almost overwhelmed by the strong academic atmosphere—yes, even if he could Manipulating gravity, being invincible, destroying the building at will and destroying all the old pedants is not a problem, but in the ocean of knowledge gathered in various languages, Zhong has been completely confused.

In fact, it would not be conspicuous to have an assistant like him, because most of the attendees brought their own translators.

"I don't know how to translate." Zhongya stared at the dog-like gentle scum of his own family.

"It's okay, I'll translate it for you."

Then Zhong also knew that the language talent of his own dog man was a magical fact that could be called a monster in the world.

"Is there a language you don't know?"

"There are many, small languages. But the people here generally speak English, so don't worry too much."

Chuya... Heck, I never learned English!

Mao Mao now seriously suspects that the dog man brought him to such a place to make him understand that he is a pathetic illiterate!

"Of course not." At night, in a luxury hotel full of scholars, when the cats were pressed on the bed and kissed, the gentle scum happily smiled and buried himself in his work, "Don't you think your man standing on the debate field is very handsome? ?”

"It's really handsome, super handsome, so handsome that I almost fell asleep."

"Chuya, if you go to school, you will definitely fall asleep in class."

"If you know, don't drag me to the venue tomorrow! It's super boring!"

"Okay, okay, I'll find you a reliable translator, are you having fun in London?"

"Hmph, that's about the same."

-

During the break at noon the next day, Zhong Ye was called out of the hotel by Herbal Salt, and in the lobby of the hotel, he saw Mr. Translator who the dog man casually said on the bed the night before.

It was a young man with black hair and black pupils and an immature face.

"Long time no see, Mr. Grass."

"Long time no see, Mr. Weber." The gentle scum pushed the gold-rimmed glasses, and introduced the cat beside him with a smile to the visitor, "This is my lover, Chuya Zhongyuan. Chuya, this is Weber Velvet Sir, I met during the Holy Grail War three years ago, and then I joined him as a disciple of the Lord of the Clock Tower, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, and we are regarded as brothers—of course, I am a brother.”

Chuya and Weber were both shocked.

"Hey! Is it okay for you to introduce me like this!"

"Mr. Grass, you already have a lover!"

Zhong also looked in surprise at this "senior brother" who addressed his junior with respect.

"Shh, I told those people that Zhong is also my life assistant." Herb Salt put her index finger in front of her lips, "Okay, let's have lunch together? I've already ordered the meal."

"Let you spend money."

"After that, I have to trouble you to play with me, Senior Brother Weber." The man showed a humble expression of helplessness and annoyance at the right time, and approached his senior brother, his voice lowered and lowered, "After all, I am really worried about the meetings these few days. I can't walk away... By the way, Zhong is also a person with supernatural powers, please be careful not to make trouble with him, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with if he is disabled."

webb...

Weber's expression twitched, and he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "What is Mr. Zhongyuan's supernatural power?"

"Gravity manipulation, the kind that can set off this building."

webb...

Weber "Suddenly I don't want to..."

"The experiment costs 100 million."

"Hiss... Even if it's a million, I'll..."

"Dollars."

"Okay, please leave it to me, I will definitely let Mr. Zhongyuan have a good time in London!"

After listening to a very clear Zhongya...

It wasn't until the three of them sat down in a separate partition that Nakaya glared at his prodigal son with a speechless look, "Why didn't I know that I could be worth a million dollars even if I went shopping?"

"Because I'm worried that the clock tower or the attendants of the clock tower will trouble you." Herb Salt smiled at Weber with her chin in her hand. "Will you help settle those guys?"

Weber, who was flipping through the menu, gave his junior brother a blank stare, "Of course, even if they don't look at my face, they have to give you face, right? It's just that my presence is more convincing."

"That's what happened." Herb Salt smiled at her confused cat, "You are a very important supernatural power user in Japan, what if those guys abducted you with trumped-up charges... want to get you out But it’s more than this price.”

"Can……"

"Anyway, it's just a little bit, and I can earn back in the stock market in two days."

"stock market?"

Weber had an envious and longing expression on his face, and exuded the fragrance of pickled fish. "Mr. Herb always makes people want to think about the sad question of whether such a perfect person really exists in the world."

China also...

Zhong Ye sneered, "Looks like I really met an amazing guy."

The man leaned over and kissed Mao Mao on the cheek, "In the future, you will gradually understand everything about me, my dear, I promise."

"Ah."

Weber, please stop exuding the sour smell of love in front of me, okay?hateful!Just order the most expensive dish again!The delicious ones are on the menu. He absolutely does not want to eat dog food until he is full!

-

With Webber, we also visited the Tower of London and the former residence of Sherlock Holmes on Baker Street smoothly.

He never expected that his dog man would be so... scary in London.

"Although Mr. Kusakamoto's nationality is Japanese, he is indeed a genius, and geniuses cannot be distinguished by national boundaries." Weber said with emotion, "Whether it is the study of ordinary people or the study of magic, he is always the most unmatched one. Even the Lord of the Clock Tower was afraid that he would get all the knowledge and surpass them - even relieved to know that he left the Clock Tower."

"..."

"In the beginning, some people laughed at his poverty, but it was as if he was favored by the goddess of luck. From the beginning of gambling, that guy gradually became serious about stocks, and he never failed from the beginning to the end... This kind of luck It’s the scariest thing, something you can’t learn even if you’re envious.”

"..."

"Seriously, wouldn't you feel a lot of pressure to associate with such a genius?"

"...Fortunately, I'm just a mafia. I haven't been to school at all, so I don't care much about it."

Weber immediately felt the pain of a myocardial infarction.

"You... don't you have anything in common?"

Maomao blushed a little, embarrassed to say that once two people stay together, they are like the ns poles of a magnet, destined to attract and stick together, just doing shameless things takes up most of the time.

"That's really amazing... But it seems that there is no need to say a reason for feelings. I have never been in love and I don't understand."

Weber puffed his cheeks, exuding the yearning of a single dog for the sour world of love, and soon immersed in the joy of taking his junior wife shopping - after all, Zhongya held a card in his hand and swiped it very generously.

Although he doesn't buy it, he is happy to see others buy it!

But Zhong Ye was a little absent-minded.

Being in a foreign land, listening to the chimes of Big Ben, Chuya thought for the first time about an important question that a fool in love would struggle with.

What does the dog man like about him?

-

"What do you like?"

The man who pretended to be a gentle scum outside happily fought with those savages and old pedants all day, and returned home at night. The man who returned to the prototype of a lazy dog ​​soaked in the spacious bathtub with the cat in his arms, stroking the slender cat with his palm. The skin was so smooth that people wanted to sleep on it, and he rubbed against Chuya's neck obsessively and sucked the wet, fresh and tender pussy.

"When I saw Chuya for the first time, it was like a fire burned into my heart, and it is still burning crazily and silently until now-I want you, I want all of you, and I want to give you all Everything about you is an advantage in my opinion. All your words and deeds make me want to get closer and kiss. When I am with you, I don’t want to think about anything else. I just want to be a pervert who likes you. Can't be too perverted... I can't tell what I like you, anyway, without your liking, my life would be worse than death, that's all."

Zhongye's tailbone was numb, and a cold air overflowed into his bone marrow, and he was made physically and mentally hot by this crazy confession.

"You...don't ask me what I like about you?"

"..." The man was silent for a while, and buried his face into Maomao's neck as if he was trying to avoid something, "I won't let Chuya hate me."

Chuya suddenly became angry, "You don't believe that I will always like you, do you?"

"I just won't give you any reason to hate me, Chuya——I'll make you like me more and more—is it right to do so?"

Is this timid or overbearing?

Zhong also felt the tighter and tighter arms around his waist under the water, and he almost laughed out of anger.

"Okay, very good, then you can continue to work hard to please me."

"I will."

"……Ah!"

Gravity stirred the pool water, Zhongye Maomao still angrily tore off the dog skin plaster from his body and threw it into the pool!

"You just don't believe that I will always like you!"

Angrily, Maomao stomped on the dog a few times in the water, turned around and climbed up to the edge of the bathtub, pulled the towel to wrap his body, and left the bathroom on the velvet floor mat.

The herbal salt lay under the pool, silently watching the waves and petals flickering through the lights on the water.

He just didn't want to regret that he didn't pay enough until one day when he was really hated.

If you want to love your wife more, what is wrong with you?

Well, it was indeed his fault.

Sure enough, it's better to let my wife have no energy to get angry at all.

The corner of the dog man's lips curled up, and he climbed out of the bath without hesitation.

cat waist, dangerous