[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 33 Awakening Ability

Sherlock's body, wrapped in suit and shirt, was strong, hard, thin, and amazingly hot at the same time.

The front of Watson's body was steaming hot, but the back exposed to the enemy was extremely cold.

They are as tightly attached as two spoons, and every line of the body fits tightly, even tighter than that accidental, occasional, wrong touch of lips and tongues.They fit together like the sky kisses the ground.

He may be dying.

A shadow of pain and unwillingness flitted across Watson's cheeks, and then was replaced by his usual smile, his signature teddy bear-like silly and cute smile.

Watson protected Sherlock's fluffy and curly head with one arm, and raised his other hand slightly, as if wanting to touch Sherlock's hair and cheek.

Sherlock tilted his head slightly, accommodating the trembling touch very obediently.

Watson used his hand, which was able to firmly control Browning and killed him with a single blow from a hundred meters away, but now it was trembling unreasonably, to slowly cover the pale, thin, child-like face of his companion, and always with "high" Functional sociopaths, self-proclaimed consulting detectives, enveloped their peers' touch with larger, equally trembling hands.As the bow kisses the strings, the feathers kiss the snow.

It took a moment—a few seconds at most—Syrlock got used to the environment where the white mist had dissipated. He adjusted his pupils like a cat, and in the haze, took a picture of the silhouette of the person crawling on him. into the eyes.

For the first time, a self-willed 12-year-old child with EQ looked deeply into his partner's deep blue eyes.

He once satirized these round blue eyes in a mean and pungent tone, "only to see but not to observe".At this moment, he finally discovered that these eyes, whose surface was as smooth as the surface of the sea, contained something other than loyalty, enthusiasm, understanding, recognition and dedication...

Like...the starry night sky above the arch.

Time seemed to be suspended above their heads, but Watson could still hear the slight movement of the hands of the watch on his wrist.

It's a pity that the quality of his watch is still acceptable. I followed him through hardships and ups and downs along the way, and he was stubborn and determined not to stand still.

The scorching heat on Sherlock's arm, through the shirt and suit, was continuously transmitted to the cohabitant who was kneeling above, and then Sherlock held his breath.

That strong arm, proficient in boxing and cudgel, slowly, gently, and cautiously climbed onto the back of Watson's hand—as if Watson was a snowman—stroking the cold and stiff back of the cohabitant one after another, He left a sentence in his ear: "Thank you, John."

Watson felt that his back had been upgraded from frozen soil to frozen stone.

Sherlock Holmes... thanking him? !

He's not fussing, it's just that he doesn't know how to make sentences with "Sherlock" and "thank you" - except for "Sherlock thinks thanking is boring" or "Sherlock never says thank you".

Watson stared straight and hard at the cohabitant below him, his eyes were strong enough to push down an African elephant, but Sherlock was unmoved—maybe it was because he had already been pushed down.

"Redbeard." Sherlock suddenly said illogically and without thinking.

"Huh?" Watson could only force a tone from his nasal cavity as an answer.

"Red beard, only red beard...Only it will follow me closely, will stumble towards me when it is dangerous, and stand in front of me stupidly and recklessly." He said in a slightly disgusted tone.

And Watson needed all his self-control to keep from laughing out loud, or kissing that damned tsundere face with his fist.

"I'm not a dog, Sherlock." In the end, he chose a nonsense that sounded reasonable, and answered Sherlock's confession that was infinitely close to a confession.

"I know, you are Teddy." The cohabitant stared at him with a look of "I separate you from the goldfish".

Yes, Sherlock, yes.As an ordinary person with no achievements, I will definitely run to you, and eventually I will rush to you, even though I stumble and stagger, stupid, humble and dull... But no matter what danger I encounter, I will He rushes toward you recklessly, standing between you and danger.

They were immersed in the communication as if no one else was there, but unpleasant things followed immediately.

He heard Little Jim's high-pitched, songlike laughter, and his almost hysterical, nervous shout: "Gooooooood! Verygood! Since you have chosen such a moving show about living together and dying together, Jonnyboy, how could I?" Can you not push the boat along the way and fulfill you?"

Watson heard the ferocious sound of the bullets tearing the air, shriller than the voice of little Jim.

He stared straight at the bullet, wrapping Sherlock with all his strength.

He heard someone yell "NO!!!!"

Then, a red light broke into Watson's field of vision, followed by a mass of burnt black matter with no visible prototype, which fell by Sherlock's ear with a "dang".

The red light randomly scanned and destroyed the swimming pool. The smell of melting plastic, glass, aluminum, and steel products spread like a plague, followed by the muffled sound of more than a dozen metal landings. These melted clumps Shaped metal, the prototype is probably the rifles that snipers use to aim at them.

Everything is done in a blink of an eye.

"My eyes!" The corner of the swimming pool was filled by a big man covering his eyes, struggling constantly, and on the verge of hysteria, "every time I open my eyes, I will damage one or two pieces of equipment in the swimming pool! I am definitely not Deliberately charged with destroying public property! Ah, Bruce, get out of the way, and get out of the way before I punch a hole in you!"

"Shut up, Clark, you just had an eye accident. Don't be so self-pitying and self-pitying like a jerk who has been abandoned by her husband. God, you've done yourself a bad enough job."

"No! When women complain, at most, their eyes are red and swollen with tears in their eyes, but now I can use my eyes to heat coffee and bake bread!" Clark was suddenly endowed with a funny attribute, rolling around in the corner and wailing, The sniper who originally controlled him jumped into the swimming pool for safety reasons.

Abnormal Human Research Center, you must have restored Clark's heat vision, but the lost memory is still floating outside his mind.This was too cruel for Clark Everyman Kent.Watson reasoned silently, if such an obvious fact can be called reasoning.

"The premise is that you have to control your sight, and fully control the temperature and time of heating coffee and toasting bread." Bruce said lukewarmly, his calm and strong hand took over Watson's position, firmly controlling Live the culprit.Because of his height, Bruce doesn't have to stand on tiptoe like his smaller neighbor, and he looks very personable and at his ease.

Watson lay on Sherlock's body and thought for a while, then said in a regretful tone: "Dear little Jim, do you need candles? There are unlimited supplies for free..."

The author has something to say: Thank you guys for mine~. ~Looking at the column of Overlord Tickets, tears welled up in my eyes!

Everyone thinks that whoever attacks Da Chao and the master will suffer... Da Chao who has lost his superpowers is written by Xiaofeng to become more and more stupid and soft... The master who no longer deliberately pretends to be a playboy has a kind of rise... ...Cool Love Come to the Rescue!

The last picture can't stop laughing!

cute...