Leziren’s happy life in Marvel

Once the all-important drinks were in place, the biggest Christmas party ever held at the training ground got underway immediately.

As a former love expert and an absolute party bum, Tony naturally took on the role of adjusting the atmosphere, and what really brought the atmosphere of the entire party to a climax was Sherlock's lottery.

Unexpectedly, the first prize was won by the widowed sister Anne, and Sherlock's first prize was to fulfill one of Anne's wishes within his ability.

Don't think that this jackpot is small, you must know that Sherlock has magic. With the blessing of magic, many seemingly impossible things can be easily accomplished.

Of course, Anne didn't honor this promise immediately, saying she would wait until the party was over.

Naturally, Sherlock didn't have any objections. As the atmosphere had reached this point, Sherlock naturally wouldn't be disappointed and started drinking with his friends.

After all, Sherlock's warm ice is here, even if it is an open-air venue, nothing will happen if you really get drunk and lie down on the ground to sleep.

So Sherlock simply let go and drank, and even the two underage girls got a lot of drinks.

The only regret is that there are no fireworks in such a warm atmosphere. After all, according to Sherlock's idea, Christmas is celebrated as an adult. The absence of firecrackers always makes Sherlock feel a little less.

The laws here in Yingjiang are also very strange. You can buy and sell firearms and ammunition that can kill people at will, and even shops can be opened on the streets of downtown.

However, the management of fireworks used for fun is extremely strict. Anyway, Sherlock has not seen any fireworks set off by individuals after traveling for so long. Most of them are fireworks shows planned by the government.

Of course, people will never be choked to death by peeing. If you can't buy fireworks, there will naturally be alternatives, especially in a family like Sherlock that is a training ground and an arms dealer.

Before Sherlock was completely cut off, Sherlock's last impression was that two lolita had a spray gun in each hand, their muzzles pointed at the sky, and they were setting off dragon's breath bombs as fireworks.

Compared with the two lolita 'little flowers', Black Widow and 141 were even more playful. These beasts threw flash bombs into the sky as a nine-ring kick.

In short, it’s just wild.

The next morning, Sherlock found that he woke up next to the toilet at home. Of course, the place where he woke up was considered normal. What really made Sherlock feel collapsed was the clothes on his body.

God knows that I was wearing a sweatshirt before attending the party, but why when I woke up the next day, my clothes turned into a red Christmas-style skirt that was supposed to be worn by the steel construction team!

The most important thing is that Sherlock can't even remember what happened last night. His last memory is that two little lolita set off fireworks, and his uncle and the black widows used flash bombs as a kick.

Sherlock, who had a splitting headache, couldn't remember what happened last night after recalling it for a long time, so he simply stopped thinking about it and went to the kitchen to drink some yogurt to relieve his headache before opening his gifts.

And when Sherlock staggered out of the toilet and came to his kitchen, Sherlock felt bad.

After all, when you find a pair of high heels from nowhere in your microwave, and there is a piece of soap on the plate next to the sliced ​​bread, you don’t know who took a bite of it, you won’t feel too embarrassed. good.

And not only is it not good, it's even a little disgusting. I don't know if I ate this soap or if I vomited it out last night. Sherlock is really afraid that he won't spit it out later. Bubble, then her mother will be happy.

He opened the door of the refrigerator unsteadily. As soon as he opened the door, Sherlock was greeted by the ruthless headbutt of the little briquette. After the little briquette hit Sherlock with his head and made him squat on his butt, he stood next to Sherlock. Meow meowed.

Although Sherlock couldn't understand cat language, judging from last night's situation and the expression on the little coal ball now, Sherlock also knew that the little coal ball was scolding a lot at this time.

Fortunately, Little Briquettes is not an ordinary kitten, otherwise Sherlock would probably regret that his intestines would be almost green by now.

Of course, life definitely has no intention of letting go of Sherlock. When Sherlock finally calmed down the little coal ball and looked into his refrigerator, Sherlock couldn't hold himself tight.

At this time, the refrigerator was stuffed with the sweatshirt that Sherlock originally wore. From top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, there were quite a few pieces. Just put them away. The most important thing is, put them in Xia's fucking refrigerator. Locke is preparing breakfast for this morning!

Looking at the clothes that were almost pickled by the curry, Sherlock felt extremely emotional and kept telling himself in his heart that if I drink any more, I will be a scumbag!

Trying his best to ignore the already-desirable set of clothes, Sherlock set his sights on the door of the refrigerator, trying to take out milk and iced water.

But what Sherlock never expected was that the milk had already been opened and placed carelessly on the door of the refrigerator. Next to the milk was an opened can of Happy Water.

It’s not strange that both milk and happy water are opened, but it’s strange that they are opened backwards.

Milk is okay, after all, it is packaged in a paper shell and it is not difficult to open it backwards, but Happy Water is a can! God knows how her mother opened this thing backwards last night! ! !

Sherlock slowly took out the milk and happy water from the refrigerator with trembling hands. The happy water was okay, it was empty, but there was still half a bottle of milk left.

After Sherlock thought for a while, he finally gave in to the pain of a hangover and carefully drank a small sip of the remaining milk. Then, as expected, Sherlock squirted the milk directly into the sink.

Damn it, who has ever drank milk at 56 degrees? Is this stuff even for people to drink?

What the hell did her mother do last night! ! ! At this time, Sherlock, who was wearing a beautiful little red Christmas dress, wanted to die.

Angrily, he poured the milk in his hand into the sink. Before the milk was poured out, Sherlock felt bad because Sherlock saw a familiar face on the bottom of his sink.

Damn it, Tony, what did you do last night? ! Why is there a relief of Tony's face on the bottom of my sink? ! ! It looked like someone had slapped the sink on Tony's face! ! ! !

Tony, how are you? ! ! ! !