Sherlock's daily complaint: "Whether you have a goldfish brain or a goldfish in your brain, I feel deeply sad for you..."
"Oh..." Seven seconds later, Carlotta scratched her head: "Who are you?"
All in all, this is the story of a proud and venomous curly-haired detective who always gets lost.
There are many private settings, and all the problems that cannot be explained by common sense are because the identity of the heroine is a mystery.
If there are settings that violate scientific principles and cultural common sense, please pretend to be illiterate and watch. Thank you!
Concept: Love across mountains and seas
Reader comments
Hahahahaha, chicken and duck talk
"A few days later, Zhang Tianjie made an appointment..." This is a big bug for the author~
Why did you come out? Ye Mei [covering her face and laughing and crying]
I thought that the Seed of Lament could absorb that magical power just by touching Sherlock. Do you still need him to keep it with him?
The writing style is great, and the protagonist's character is a bit cologne [lop-eared rabbit head][lop-eared rabbit head][lop-eared rabbit head]
Well, when I watched The Stealing Pen, I didn't think centipedes were scary at all. After all, they are not as lethal as corpse crickets ()
Damn, why don't you update it?
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers
Hahahahaha, chicken and duck talk
"A few days later, Zhang Tianjie made an appointment..." This is a big bug for the author~ Why did you come out? Ye Mei [covering her face and laughing and crying]
I thought that the Seed of Lament could absorb that magical power just by touching Sherlock. Do you still need him to keep it with him?
The writing style is great, and the protagonist's character is a bit cologne [lop-eared rabbit head][lop-eared rabbit head][lop-eared rabbit head]
Well, when I watched The Stealing Pen, I didn't think centipedes were scary at all. After all, they are not as lethal as corpse crickets ()
Damn, why don't you update it?
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers