Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

The green leaves all over the sky are slowly falling down along the wind from the dome, and the huge invisible magnetic field protects the forest. Animals have caught the deterrent signal and fled far away.

The quiet and long dawn is quiet, the sunrise is silent like sunset, the dawn passes through the gaps in the green leaves to the center, the green grass has the morning dewdrops, crystal clear, and the young leaves become delicate and charming.

Dark mantle cloth was spread on the grass, and long snow-white hair was winding.

The warm dawn fell on her white arms and her soft face.

Her eyes are closed, her long eyelashes are like the wings of a butterfly, her face is beautifully curved, with sharp edges and corners, yet soft and natural.

The bright red rose petals were dotted on the dark thin quilt. She turned her lower body gently, and the thin quilt slid down, revealing her fair and tender skin, like a delicate work of art.

Sherlock was half propped up, watching her silently, his rosy lips beckoning him to kiss her, which he really wanted to do.

Her body was covered with hickey marks, which were too shocking on her porcelain white skin.

She seduced him, and she should bear the consequences.

Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, the desire in his heart kept clamoring, clamoring to swallow her up and make her completely his own.

When she gently opened her red lips and said his name, everything collapsed, the frozen chains cracked, and he could no longer calm down.

The blue sky is rendered by the orange-red sunlight, an oil painting with carefully selected colors, the uneven green trees spread out their branches and leaves like crazy, and when the breeze blows, those green leaves tremble and sing A symphony.

Eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, she opened her eyes, and saw the black-haired man who had just woken up and was still a little confused, after recollecting the madness of last night, she turned her back to him in a muffled voice.

shameless.

She was sullen.

The black-haired man only saw her shoulders that were as white as high-quality white jade, and his desire in the morning was always stronger and more sensitive than at other times.

To him, her existence is a temptation.

As soon as she stretched out her long hand, she fell into his arms. She was petite and fragile, and the touch was delicate and soft, like the feathers of a white dove.

Being pushed against by something, Ai Miye realized in an instant, just about to struggle, she suddenly became quiet, her voice was muffled, "It hurts..."

The first time hurt more than she had imagined. Although Sherlock's performance in the middle and late stages was perfect, it didn't make her forget the pain when she first entered.

A wet feeling came from the back of the neck, Violet's pupils shrank a little, Ai Miye bit her lower lip, and the corners of her eyes were rippling, "Don't..."

Along her neck, bit by bit, he turned over her body, kissed her, and lightly grazed her lips with his teeth, deepening and conquering the city.

The corners of her eyes were red, Ai Miye gasped slightly, and the remaining rationality began to slowly fade away.

When he woke up again, he was already in the dense forest, his body was washed clean, and Sherlock was sitting by the bed in neat clothes.

The elves couldn't enter her territory, except Liz. The auras of the two matched, so they found her easily. When Liz came, she could smell the lust in the air, so she didn't approach her. After catching five or six fish, the strong lustful aura dissipated.

Liz had many maids at her disposal, but it was Sherlock who washed Amy Ye's body.

"Possessiveness is exactly the same." Liz said blankly at that time.

Although he is not the Sherlock in Liz's world, his personality has not changed much.

Ai Miye woke up and not long after, Liz came, followed by a black-haired woman.

The aura on the black-haired woman is very strange, it doesn't belong to this place, it doesn't belong to any world.

completely independent existence.

"She is Cecilia, an ancient god, there should be a way to help you."

Liz gave a brief introduction.

Cecilia glanced lazily at Sherlock, "Long time no see."

"..."

He cast his sharp eyes on her, and quickly retracted them. Those basic deduction methods are of little use to the gods.

The information obtained is also useless.

So, don't waste your time on irrelevant people.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Cecilia was not annoyed, she turned to Ai Mi Ye, raised her hand, fingertips lingered with dark blue liquid, and slowly penetrated into Ai Mi Ye's body.

The dark red ether particles were drawn out bit by bit along with Chessia's divine power, and at the same time, Ai Mi Ye's face turned pale.

Cecilia frowned and stopped, "This thing must be done? What will happen if the ether particles are in her body?"

Liz: "Malekis will come to her to retrieve the ether particles. Instead of facing an army, it is better to take them out and hand them over to Asgard for safekeeping."

"Malekis?" Chessia chuckled disdainfully, "Is there anyone else besides him?"

"...Hmm." Liz had a vague premonition.

"Ether particles are harmless to her in her body, it's better not to take them out." As if talking about the weather, Chessia said with a relaxed expression, "So, I'll go and kill Malekith. "

"..."

"..."

It sounds simple enough.

However, Cecilia's divine power cannot be ignored up to now, and a mere Malekith can still easily solve it.

Ai Miye blinked and looked at Liz, "Dear sister, when did you have such a good friend?"

elder sister?

Liz squinted and smiled, "Hey, I'll give you whatever you want, as long as you call again."

"elder sister."

"Uh-huh??"

"Now that the crisis is over, why don't you give me some souvenirs before you leave."

Early the next morning, Liz was sitting at the door of the vault, calculating in her head that it would take at least half a quarter to earn back the money.

"king?"

The Elf King watched his queen sitting beside the treasury mourning from a distance, his gray-blue eyes moved slightly, and he whispered, "Move a part from the private treasury to the queen."

Amy Ye, who returned to Baker Street, began to feel drowsy. Cecilia also came to this world to kill Malekith. In less than a day, Cecia completed her mission and left.

Before Ai Miye had time to thank her, she had already left.

Thinking about it, a god shouldn't care too much about these things.

As soon as Ai Miye came back, she went to see Chris and Sherlock first, and then went back to the bookstore, and it happened that Logan was also there.

Seeing her come back radiant, Logan relaxed, she was safe.

It was still early, and Sherlock had no case in hand, lying idly on her private sofa, curled up with a blank expression.

Before he pulled the trigger out of boredom, Ai Miye quietly looked at the latest No.1 book on the sales list in his hand, and said flatly, "If you dare to destroy my bookstore, you will lose everything you have with me." Spending time together at night."

The curly-haired man put away his gun.