SS. Valentine's Day is in a terrible mood right now. "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

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Think about it, as a killer, she first encountered an irresistible strong enemy when she was on a mission, and when the mission failed, not to mention that she was captured alive by the other party, what was even more unfortunate was that she was chased and killed by her former peers because she inexplicably knew the true identity of the boss, which was simply a blood mold that had been poured for eight lifetimes!

"Am I abandoned by this world?" Miss Killer lay on the table weakly, sad.

At this moment, with the sound of the door opening, the dazzling sunlight illuminated the originally somewhat dim cabin, but soon it darkened again, and there was another figure in the cabin.

SS. Valentine's Day immediately straightened up and glared at the culprit in front of him who had let himself fall into such a field.

Sherlock sat across from SS. Valentine's Day, looking at the other's somewhat messy hair and very obvious dark circles, and the corners of his mouth went up. He tapped the table with his slender fingers rhythmically, adding to the irritability of the already haggard kilogram girl.

"Looks like you slept well last night...... Sherlock said in a flat tone.

"......" Miss Killer clenched her silver teeth, and a pair of bloodshot blue eyes glared viciously at this hateful man with glasses, if the gaze could kill, maybe Sherlock would have been stared at by her countless times.

Sherlock ignored the malicious gaze of the other party, and he pushed his glasses: "I want to ask you a few questions, you can choose to answer or not." ”

"Hmph!" with a very contemptuous snort, SS. Valentine's Day twisted his head without saying a word, his eyes closed, and an expression of death, showing that he did not want to answer Sherlock's question.

Miss Killer's extremely uncooperative attitude was completely unexpected, so he sighed, pulled a plate with a lid from the mirror space and placed it on the table, and then he gently opened the lid.

A refreshing and enticing scent instantly fills the entire cabin.

(This familiar taste...... Could it be?)

Sniffing gently, SS. Valentine's Day immediately opened his eyes wide and turned his head to look.

The source of the fragrance is a pale yellow cake, surrounded by a circle of dark lace around the two-finger-thick round cake, and a big love flower with crimson jam in the middle, which looks extremely tempting.

"Lemon Pie!" said in a Valentine's Day voice, her heart beating faster in vain, this thing was too tempting for Miss Killer who hadn't eaten anything in a day.

"Wrong!" corrected Sherlock.

"It's a secret lemon pie full of love from Sous Chef Sanji of the Tokai Sea Restaurant Bharati!"

After speaking, Sherlock raised his right hand, and a shiny table knife appeared in his hand, and then he explained lightly while cutting lemon pie;

"The lemon is selected from the Shining Gold Orchard of the East China Sea special for the nobles, and the eggs and flour are also the best of the best, not to mention the chef who makes it, he is the overall champion of this year's East China Sea Cuisine Competition, and the most important thing is that this is still carefully made by him! Such a superb lemon pie must be at least 100,000 Baileys in the Flash Gold Chamber of Commerce......

Sherlock had cut the lemon pie into perfect sixths as if he had measured it with a precision machine, and the aroma became more and more enticing, and the rising heat and the red and yellow filling showed a kind of dense beauty.

SS. Valentine's Day stared straight at the lemon pie on the table, swallowing saliva, and his heart turned upside down.

(What to do?What to do?What to do??......)

(This bespectacled bastard is so despicable that he should come up with such a tempting thing!How did he know that I like lemon pie the most, damn it!I want to eat it!, but I really don't want to report it to this nasty fellow...... ）

(That's right!) Miss Killer is in a hurry and has a plan.

(I can pretend to promise him first, and then turn my face and deny people after eating, anyway, he doesn't dare to do anything to me, haha, I'm so witty!)

Thinking of this, SS. Valentine's Day immediately sat upright, her pretty face flushed slightly, and put on a posture of wanting to stop.

"Hehe, do you think you're going to pry my mouth open with this thing alone?" said Miss Killer with a feigned contempt, but the excitement in her tone was audible to a person.

Sherlock looked at her a little strangely when he heard this, and frowned slightly, "Huh, when did I say I was going to eat it for you?"

(⊙?⊙)!!(Hey, hey, director, this script is wrong!)

SS. Valentine's Day froze somewhere, and a pair of eyes looked at Sherlock with disbelief.

However, Sherlock took care of himself and scattered the mirror image of the dinner knife, then picked up a piece of lemon pie with his hand, took a bite lightly, chewed it carefully, and then narrowed his eyes with an intoxicated face, and muttered in a low voice:

"Ah, this lemon pie slowly melts in your mouth, how delicate and elegant this taste is......"

“…… The crispy and rich skin, the baking is just right, and the sweet and sour filling perfectly reflects the most natural deliciousness from the lemon itself!"

“…… It's amazing, this lemon pie is so good!

“……”

SS. On Valentine's Day, I looked at Sherlock who was intoxicated by the food, and my heart was like a hundred thousand sea kings running wildly.

(Co-author, you just said so much, just to deliberately covet the old lady??? how can you be shameless to such a point!!)

Shylock's elegant dining movements are so pleasing to the eye that they can even be included in textbooks teaching aristocratic etiquette. But in the eyes of SS. Valentine's Day, these are simply the most obscene actions of the whole great route.

Sherlock took small bites, and soon the first piece was finished, so he picked up the second piece......

The corners of Valentine's mouth twitched slightly, and she only felt that this hateful man with glasses was not eating lemon pie, but gnawing at her heart.

Biting into the lemon pie, the pain is in her heart.

When Sherlock picked up the third piece, SS. Valentine's Day took advantage of the other party's lack of attention and quickly reached for the plate.

―Infinite Gun Making!

Dozens of loaded muskets suddenly appeared out of thin air in the cabin, and the muzzles of the black dd were aimed at SS. Valentine's Day, and at the same time, Sherlock raised his head slightly, and the lenses on his face reflected two cold lights full of murderous intent.

Miss Killer's hair stood on end in an instant, and she looked unwilling, but she honestly withdrew her hand under the threat of the gun.

When Sherlock picked up the fourth piece, there seemed to be a burst of oozing black gas coming out of SS. Valentine's body.

By the time Sherlock picked up the fifth, S. Valentine's Day was completely numb, staring blankly at the only remaining lemon pie on the plate.

And when Sherlock was about to pick up the last piece of lemon pie, Miss Killer finally couldn't sit still.

Meow a mi, it's really a good bully for a mother, isn't it??

If you don't explode in silence, you perish in silence!!

I saw that SS. Valentine's Day pulled the plate containing the lemon pie over with lightning speed, and the action was so fast that Sherlock could only catch a trace of afterimage. Ignoring the muskets around her, she grabbed the last piece of lemon pie and swallowed it with her mouth open.

This extremely unladylike appearance made Sherlock shake his head.

Miss Killer chews extremely hard, as if she was chewing not a fluffy lemon pie but Sherlock's r.

SS. Valentine's Day had even forgotten her original purpose, and instead of feeling the deliciousness of the food, she looked at Sherlock's face expectantly.

"Say anything, I'm going to disgust you once!"

When she saw that the hateful man with glasses showed a surprised and annoyed expression, ss. Valentine's Day only felt like a great revenge, and the whole body was indescribably happy, and that feeling was almost refreshing! Even the hellish spicy taste in her mouth......

Uh, spicy?

In an instant, SS. Valentine's face turned red, as if there was a fire burning inside.

"That's stupid...... Sherlock pushed his glasses, his face as calm as ever.