I have special killing skills

Watson tried to keep calm, but no one with a small black dragon on his shoulder would be able to calm down.

Regardless of size, it is a dragon!A dragon that can kill a village!

Watson walked forward stiffly, and the black dragon Sherlock standing on his shoulder asked lazily: "Do all hobbits walk like you? I thought humanoid creatures couldn't walk with the same hands and feet."

Watson's body obviously stiffened for a moment, and then he was a little out of breath: "This is an accident!"

Sherlock tilted his head and turned himself into a black dragon that was one-tenth the size of before. He stretched his long neck forward and poked it directly in front of Watson, staring at Watson with blue-green eyes: " Oh, little Hobbit, your temper has grown, and I can see you talking so loudly for the first time."

"We've only known each other for less than a day!" Watson couldn't control his emotions. Yes, it was a bit scary for Mr. Baggins, who has always been good-tempered, but this black dragon always has a way The seven orifices of my anger produce smoke.

Sherlock obviously doesn't mind being complained by Watson, he is too old, even though he looks like a cub, but in fact the black dragon has existed for a long time, how long... Even the smart Sherlock doesn't bother to go Calculate this time.He likes gold coins, and counting gold coins is more fun than counting his own age.

The black dragon sat on Watson's shoulder, put his head on the hobbit's face, and said slowly: "I spare your life because you are very interesting, and I am too boring, I always look for Do something interesting."

Watson's body stiffened for a moment: "What if you suddenly find out that I'm actually quite boring?"

"One day will be very long, Watson, believe me, my interest in you will last your whole life. After all, the life of a hobbit is too short. Maybe I fall asleep and wake up, and you are dead It's over." Sherlock's voice was still deep, like the whisper of a beautiful instrument, but the content was really not beautiful enough.

Watson, who had already calmed down, could now freely control his hands and feet to make them coordinate. He looked at Sherlock's head helplessly: "You are really annoying."

But Watson also had to admit that he was right, that a dragon's slumber often causes a hobbit to experience birth, growth, death, and a second birth.

This was not a pleasant thing, and Watson felt that the golden brown hair on his head seemed to be dull.

Sherlock didn't think there was anything wrong with this, he said, "Is Thranduil still the king of the jungle?"

The hobbit seemed a little weak: "No, all the elves in the dense forest have finished their journey westward, and only their eldest prince Olivier remains in Middle Earth."

"Olivier? Oh, I've heard that name before. He's not a powerful elf prince, but he seems to have disappeared before I fell asleep."

"In fact, he came back and brought a magical plant that can cure colds after drinking, but the head will emit smoke."

"Sounds really interesting." Sherlock yawned. "By the way, you're a hobbit, and hobbits form families very early."

"I don't." Watson was very disappointed when he said this. There are many girls in Hobbiton who like him, but the reason that hinders him from forming a family is that he wants to protect the treasure of the Baggins family, a royal blue Wearing the ring, you will have sweet dreams. This thing makes Watson unable to leave Bag End, and he will not get married without a big house. Now the little hobbit girls are all spoiled by humans.

Sherlock blinked his blue-green eyes: "That's surprising, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No." Watson shook his head.

Sherlock tilted his head: "The boyfriend?"

"No... Hey, what are you thinking?" Watson glared at Sherlock.

Having figured out the situation, Sherlock repositioned his head and put it on Watson's face: "That's all right, you are my favorite, I don't want to break into your family."

Watson's body became stiff again, and his hands and feet swayed uncontrollably at the same time.I must be thinking wrong, yes, it must be, this black dragon obviously has been unable to think for too long!

Sherlock didn't mind Watson's silence, he hid himself in Watson's clothes, and poked his head out from the slit in the chest of his coat: "I'm bored, you need to find something to do. "

Watson was tempted to say, don't order me you bastard.But he obviously didn't have enough courage to fight a shrunken dragon.

Bloody humans, bloody emerald rings!

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Bag End always belonged to the Baggins, it was their paradise.

Sherlock jumped onto the table and looked around.Have to say, it's small but it looks warm and inviting.

Then the black dragon jumped onto the bed and sat down directly.

"Come down from there, Sherlock, you can't go to bed without a shower." Watson said after throwing away the towel in his hand.

Sherlock didn't argue with him, but obediently got down and jumped into the water basin, the water splashed all over Watson, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Sherlock was already lying on the bed.

And the little black dragon that hadn't dried itself had made a mess of his bed.

"I'm going to sleep here." Sherlock declared sovereignty.

Watson didn't speak, just took a deep breath, and took another deep breath, telling himself to calm down.

"You don't look happy?" Sherlock frowned.

Watson showed an ugly smile, yes, I am not happy, if I am not happy, can I throw you into the pot?