[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

He was angry, but reason told him that it was a more correct choice not to inquire now.

Touching his head, Sherlock lowered his proud head: "I'm sorry, John."

Watson naturally knew that Sherlock didn't know where he was wrong, but he didn't plan to pursue it any further.Because the past facts told him that if he pursued it, he would only be hit by himself.

Who made himself damn not smart, and Sherlock was damn smart.

"Help me make bread." Watson pointed to the dough in the stone basin. "We can have dinner after this is done."

Meat can be eaten at night, yes, Sherlock saw it, and Watson stewed the rabbit that Sherlock got during the day into the pot.

Sherlock walked to the stone basin, and the little red dragon walked on its hind legs, which caused him to sway when he walked.Holding the edge of the basin with his front paws, he opened his mouth and let out a stream of flames.

When the flames dissipated, the dough in the stone basin had been baked into bread, which was yellow, fragrant, and sweet.

"Don't touch this, it's hot." Sherlock poked Watson's hand, and then took the bread out with his paws.

"Your magic is still very useful sometimes." Watson took a knife and cut a piece of bread, stuffed it into his mouth, and said with a smile.

Sherlock snorted, but lowered his head to hide the smile in his eyes, and stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth, and ate it humbly.

The sun was setting and everything was quiet.

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-Comment:

-harry: Beauty is crying

-anthea [Author]: To be honest, I really want to end it like this, but who told me to be a moral author? =v= If I don’t let them play with Sleeping Beauty memes, I won’t let it go

-donovan: Like Anthea!

-donovan: Also, can someone explain to me why the church was bombed?that's a great place

-jimmy: =v=

-sh: I don't like the term front legs back legs

-jw: Well, Sherlock, don't worry about it so much.In fact, it's good enough that you have legs.

-mh: I didn't play again, bad review

-gl: Isn't this a good thing...

#黑berry姐姐的同人文--Fairy Tale ([-])#

Little hobbits don't go out in winter, it's cold outside, even though they are always short and fat, such little guys will be the target of ogre orcs, especially those who are not easy to escape in winter when.

Little Red Dragon is originally a nerd, so naturally he doesn't mind curling up next to the warm fireplace and drinking hot cocoa.

After eating, Watson pulled up the wooden boards on the window wall, directly blocking the twinkling starlight outside.He lit a candle, covered the flame with his hand, and walked to the table. After putting down the candle holder, he prepared to burn the paper with the candle and throw it into the fireplace to burn the wood as usual.

But before he picked up the paper, he felt something fly by, and then, a dragon groaned clearly, and a flame shot out from the mouth of the little red dragon, and the fireplace immediately ignited warmth. flames.

The little hobbit blew out the candle, and went to the armchair in front of the fireplace. "Sherlock, you better tell me next time before you do this. I'm not very brave, you know."

Sherlock fluttered his wings and flew up, then fell into Watson's arms.Watson directly hugged the little red dragon's body, and his warm palms pressed against the smooth scales on Sherlock's back.

"You're getting fat, Sherlock." Watson exerted a little strength, but found that he seemed to be struggling to hold the miniature dragon.

Sherlock didn't speak, because his wise head could ignore this obviously unfavorable judgment.The front paws stretched forward hard to get the wooden cup on the small round table next to him. Watson took the cup in his hand one step ahead of him.Sherlock looked up at him, only to see the hobbit with the floppy blond hair looking at him and smiling.

"In order not to let you throw it away, I think it's better for me to hold it for you." Then, he looked at Sherlock's short hand with disgust, and then handed the cup to Sherlock.

Sherlock's nose moved, and it was filled with the delicious aroma of hot cocoa.To help Watson save food, he made himself so small that his head could go straight into the cup.

The warm hot cocoa was sucked into the mouth of the red dragon, he raised his head, his cheeks were swollen, and there was still cocoa on the corner of his mouth.Watson hurriedly took a cloth from the side to help him wipe it clean, and Sherlock obediently let him move.Swallowing the cocoa in his mouth, Sherlock muttered, "Not sweet."

Watson shrugged his shoulders, and put the cup to his lips: "If it is even a little sweeter, I think I will die of sweetness after taking a sip."

"Theoretically, overly sweet food can only lead to disease, and the receding hairline caused by hair loss." The voice of Sherlock's car came slowly like a cello, and he was very sure of this, because his brother —His Majesty Mycroft—the hairline is already very anxious now.

Watson glanced at the now bald little red dragon, and said, "You don't have to worry about that."

Sherlock looked at the rare mischief in Watson's eyes, touched his head depressedly, then turned around and pointed his ass at Watson, looking angry.

Watson hugged the little red dragon without any surprise, and then insisted on breaking him back.

No matter in human form or in dragon form, Sherlock is always arrogant and charming... I like it so much.

As they were finishing a cup of hot cocoa together, they heard a knock on the door.

In fact, everyone in the village should be asleep at this time - the hobbits have a very good life and rest.Watson's first reaction was to stand up abruptly, but the next moment, he fell back down.

Because the little red dragon on his body obviously didn't respond, and still tightly pulled Watson's clothes with his claws, the little red dragon, who had gained a lot of weight, directly pressed Watson on the armchair again.

"You should lose weight, Sherlock." Watson gritted his teeth.

"No" Sherlock still held Watson tightly, uttering a word resolutely.

The people outside the door are clearly persistent and persevering.Watson had no choice but to pick up the little red dragon with great effort, then moved to the door, leaned nervously on the door and asked in a low voice, "Who?"

"Hi, I'm Mycroft from the East, and I'm here to visit."

Watson was already immune to this kind of aristocratic tone that was very similar to Sherlock, so he didn't hesitate at all: "I'm already asleep, sorry."

Little Red Dragon blinked, put his head on Watson's shoulder, and said nothing.

Then, the voice from outside the door came again: "I just came to look for my brother."

Watson answered immediately: "I don't know your brother."

"My brother's name is Sherlock."

"..."

Watson choked suddenly, then looked down at Sherlock, who was pretending to be dead in his arms.Sherlock couldn't hide it, so he simply raised his head, turned his head and yelled at the door: "Get out of here, Mycroft, I don't want to go back!"

Mycroft ignored him, but continued to say in that magnificent and complex aristocratic tone: "Dear Hobbit, may I go in and talk in detail?"

"Don't open the door for him! He will take me back and boil me!" Sherlock stared firmly into Watson's eyes, "He is an evil devil king, countless human beings have died by his hands..."

"Sherlock, I give you the right to choose your own princess."

Sherlock's voice stopped abruptly, then he let go of Watson suddenly, flapped his wings and flew towards the door, and pulled the latch with his front paws. Before Watson had time to react, a man in a golden-red cloak The man walked in.

There seemed to be a pure white horse outside the door, with long horns growing on the horse's forehead. Mycroft lowered his noble head and walked into the newly repaired Bag End. When I saw Watson, I smiled and nodded slightly: "It's our first meeting, I am Sherlock's brother, the king of the Eastern Kingdom, Mycroft."

"Hello..." Watson responded subconsciously, but the next moment, he suddenly stiffened and his eyes widened, as if he was a little shocked by what he had heard.

Mycroft is the king, and Sherlock is the king's brother, so he...

"He is Prince Sherlock. Of course, my people still like to call him Prince Sherlock. Of course, he has another name, Snow White Prince."

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In the early morning, the wheat field where all the wheat has been cut is empty, except for two people and a dragon in the middle.Mycroft and Sherlock faced each other, and Sherlock flapped his little wings and flew to a height where he could meet Mycroft's eyes, and looked at him without flinching.

And the little hobbit stood aside a little helplessly, looking at them, not daring to speak at all.

It was Mycroft who broke the silence first: "You have to go back with me, Sherlock, the people in the kingdom have searched almost the entire continent in search of you."

"I want to stay here with Watson." Sherlock's voice was flat.

"I have prepared the best experimental equipment for you."

"I will stay here with Watson."

"Don't be willful, Sherlock, you have your own responsibility to choose a princess."

"No! I only want Watson! If I go back, I want him to accompany me back!"

"He's a hobbit and he has a life of his own."

"I will stay here with Watson."

"..."

Mycroft insisted that Sherlock return home, and Sherlock insisted not to be separated from Watson.And the poor little hobbit looked up at the two Sherlock Holmes quarreling, but as the party involved, he couldn't get in a word.

In the end, the distraught Sherlock directly returned to its original size, and angrily sprayed flames into the sky, and then took a step forward. Mycroft pulled Watson away quickly, but Watson saw sharply. , not far from their own Bag End.

At this moment, Sherlock walked forward without caring about anything. His thick and sharp feet lifted and fell, which directly caused the newly repaired Bag End to be flattened by his paw.

Not even a sound could be heard.

Watson stared blankly at his little home, and then at Sherlock.The red dragon seemed to know that he had done something wrong, so he stopped arguing and lay obediently on the ground, covering his eyes with his front paws so as not to look at Watson.

"Sherlock!" Watson directly picked up the broken table leg and knocked it directly on Sherlock's head.

Sherlock didn't dodge or dodge, put his paws down, then looked at the little hobbit shorter than his nostrils and muttered: "I know I was wrong."

"What do you want to do!"

"You come with me, I have a big palace."

"Why!"

"I propose to you, you will be my princess."

"..."

Mycroft looked at the two helplessly. To be honest, it was the first time he met someone who could make Sherlock so obedient, but it was very ungentlemanly to "snatch" them back.

But the next moment, Mycroft saw the little hobbit's red ears.

He raised his eyebrows, perhaps, it would be a good choice for Sherlock to marry a hobbit as his princess.

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-Comment:

-jw: Why am I the princess! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

-gl: Resign yourself to fate, Anthea is Mike's man, good doctor, you just need to pray that you won't be written by her as [wow——] in the future

-donovan: Noise reduction bad review

-harry: Hey bro, you're getting married again

-jw: What's up with that "again"!

-sh: Do sweet things really cause a receding hairline?

-anderson: Apparently, such insignificant things are not stored on Sherlock's hard drive

-sh: But think about it, Mycroft's hair is going to fall out

-mh:=a=

-gl: ...Mike, hand over all your cookies, no more!

-mh: Anthea, deduct the bonus!

-anthea [Author]: qaq table like this...