Marvel Book of Magical Events

Stark is going on vacation in just a few moments, and his timing is perfect. The joke didn't stop Salomon from getting the data. After storing the data in the mobile hard drive, he used Stark's room to change clothes. Even if the sacred robes don't cause mobility problems, Salomon doesn't think the clothes are suitable for running around.

Although the semester ended in early December, Merton College also held many activities during the Christmas period, such as the Christmas dinner that looked indistinguishable from Hogwarts. The Christmas dinner at Merton College is undoubtedly the best dinner in Oxford, and other colleges have to buy tickets if they want to attend. The professors of the college intend to introduce him as the most outstanding undergraduate student to several famous figures in academia and Whitehall. Highways 4 and 40 were built for the civil servants of Whitehall to go to and from Oxford, just to keep in touch with the college and give the college preferential policies and subsidies.

Not even Mrs Thatcher could undo the practice.

If the professor's pigeons are released, then Salomon will not want to stay in Merton any longer!

He also had to call Darcy and Jane Foster to remind them to bring the plants from the institute's balcony into the room. Instead of going home, they will spend holidays with Professor Savage at the institute. There was no snow at all in London this Christmas, only southwest wind and rain. He was very worried that the potted plants he kept there would be frozen to death by the rain.

Salomon is also very busy today, he wants to visit all the people who need to visit while it is still daylight in London. After visiting his tutors and professors, he will also invite Bayonetta to Covent Garden and Winter Wonderland Market, and take the witch to experience the Christmas atmosphere in London.

They can feed the reindeer, play on the largest ice skating rink in the UK and ride the giant Ferris wheel. In addition, there are countless delicacies from all over the world. It was a date he had carefully arranged, and he hoped Bayonetta would like it. But he had to face Joan of Arc's cold gaze and Bayonetta's playful eyes, and invited the two of them and the barrel-shaped fat cat at the same time, so that Joan of Arc and the magic pet would not have nothing to do at home.

If Phoenix and Pegasus were not suitable for appearing in front of ordinary people, every bird and horse would have to be invited. Salomon promised Phoenix a pot of smoked blue mussels, and Pegasus got a pot of fresh out-of-season grapes.

It is foreseeable that he will inevitably be reduced to the unlucky guy who twists the cat backpack behind the witch, and then watches the witches go shopping happily. This made the always mature Salomon play a little bit of a temper, but Bayonetta liked his appearance. Because only when she stays with her, Salomon has rich humanity. This is her capital to show off to Athena, because only she makes Salomon feel the warmth of family.

Karma Taj is not suitable for a home, it is too cold and too many people.

"Oh! Darling!" Bayonetta's slender arms rested on Salomon's shoulders, she blinked, and the tip of her pink tongue slid mischievously over her gorgeous lips. Now that Salomon was as tall as a witch, Bayonetta could lean on him if she wasn't wearing high heels.

The white and lovely toes stood on tiptoe, stepping on Salomon's shoes, her arms wrapped around the neck of the mystic, and when she got close to Salomon, it was as fierce as if she wanted to throw him down. A little higher, Bayonetta looked down at Salomon. The mystic had to remove the pot of green plants in his arms, and use one hand to support Beunita's graceful buttocks wrapped in tulle.

As always, the witch wore very little, and her sexy black underwear only covered her important parts. For ordinary people, the witch is too tall and slender, but for Salomon, the witch is perfect everywhere. She was very satisfied with Salomon's touch, her warm fingers sank deep into the soft skin, and her fingertips groped greedily, seemingly insatiable. She was glad that Salomon still had a desire for her, a desire that seemed eternally brutal and that would never go away. She held up his face, kissed her lover with soft lips, and her thick and smooth long black hair, which had not been tied up, poured down his shoulders like a waterfall.

For others, Salomon is a king, an omnipotent god, a mysterious magician, a synonym for ruthless killing, and a symbol of brutal violence. But for Bayunita, Salomon is the little milk dog she watched and grew up with. She knows everything that happened from the past to the present. This is the fun of nurturing.

Especially after defeating his own father, those memories that traveled through time and space gave this feeling another color.

Salomon had to hold his breath and enjoy the moment. There is no better moment in this world than being able to be with a witch. The scent of roses entered his nostrils, lingered in his veins, and when he said the witch's name, this scent would linger at the tip of his nose until the end.

"Hmm... Bayonetta!"

"Stingy, you're so cute!" she said softly, "Don't worry, you can push a little harder. I like rough men, Boya."

"Jeanne is still here!"

"Oh? We can go to the bedroom..."

Until he was dragged back to the bedroom by Bayonetta, so that he could only eat dinner and breakfast together, Salomon didn't understand why the witch suddenly became enthusiastic, and the arranged date could only be put on today.

"Don't look at me like that, I don't know what's going on!" Salomon rolled his eyes at Joan on the other side of the table, and the two guys who made disdainful expressions at each other attacked each other at the breakfast table. Bayonetta fell asleep from exhaustion, and when she awoke in the afternoon, the reindeer from Covent Garden should have just been led.

No! reindeer! Salomon covered his face. He told Bayonetta about this in advance last night, and the witch happily put a Christmas hat on him and reindeer horns on herself. He didn't even know how there was such a thing at home!

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"Mother F*uck! How did you give my agents Christmas presents! Their location is clearly top secret! Did you steal S.H.I.E.L.D.'s information!" The person on the other end of the phone is not very polite now, and has no consideration for today's festive atmosphere.

Salomon hung up the phone silently, without giving Nick Fury time to react. This guy must have asked because Salomon gave gifts to all the agents he knew, but he didn't. Salomon didn't want to pay attention to this guy in his own time at all.

All agents, including Coulson's team and Agent Victoria Hand, received a Christmas card from Salomon. Giving gifts with a flock of pigeons is indeed a bit of a novelty, and he promised a whole loaf of bread before asking the pigeons in the square to help. These greedy fat pigeons are never satisfied, they always want more bread.

"Salomon~"

"Come here, my dear." Salomon shrugged and chose to turn off the phone. He followed quickly, passing through the circus float swinging the hula hoop, and walked to Beunita. He greeted the fat cat in the witch's arms, and then kissed the witch's lips.

"Mmm! Basil!"

Ask for a ticket!