Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Who?" Ling Miaomiao looked strangely at the blood-red crescent on the shaft.

"Before the Mu Family's accident, my mother had visited Wufang Town."

Mu Yao lowered her eyes, "She is here to find the complaining girl. If the complaining girl does not return here after she got out of trouble, it means that she may still be around us."

Mu Yao held the sleeping two treasures in her arms, her voice was very light, and she could hardly hear any other emotions: "At that time, the mother's body was already very poor, and she had little time to feel, so she took her own life as The price asked for the cut of the moon to prevent the complaining girl from using A Sheng as a puppet of revenge. "

"She delivered two letters in Wufang Township, one to my dad to explain the matter and the other to the Bai family. The one for the Bai family failed to be sent out for me and Fuyi."

Liu Fuyi added a sentence: "Actually, the letter to Mu Family Master was not delivered to him."

At that time, Mu Huaijiang was already confused by the complaining girl, and Bai Jin was in the bureau, and it was difficult to see the whole picture.

The grudge girl played very patiently in this game of chess. In Bai Yirong's shell, she inadvertently taught Mu Sheng to write back characters, boiled in warm water like a frog, and suddenly had trouble before the two people reacted. For the first time, Mu Sheng used the power of Yeyue to practice evil magic, and the power was completely out of control, causing the Mu family to overthrow. I wonder if it was an alternative realization of Bai Jin's sacrifice.

After the grudge girl used Mu Sheng, she wanted to kill him and take back her own strength. Unexpectedly, the charm girl's last stroke saved Mu Sheng and Mu Yao's life.

"Fortunately, Duanyue Scissor turned around today, and finally came in handy." Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi glanced at each other, and their eyes fell on Mu Sheng in the distance. "Cut him."

Miao Miao took a deep breath, holding scissors, like a farm advertizing, making a slap in the air, eagerly revealing a big smile: "It's hum."

Early spring folk soup, mostly people traveling in groups of two or three, the female family gave out a silver bell-like laughter, and passed into the ears continuously through the floating gauze curtain.

The one in the hot spring workshop is still the single room of the county guard girl. The people walking hand in hand in the gallery saw Ling Shi, who was pulling her hair up, stepping on the carpet and couldn't help staring behind.

Hey, Jun Shouqianjin was born really spiritual. The pattern on the scarlet upper looks like peach blossoms, and the silver thread is buried along the roots of the silk silk. The gleaming light flashes underneath the collarbone, and the two clusters of early cherry blossoms embroidered on the top of the corset are relatively in bloom, circling auspicious cloud-like vines. , Has been buried in the skirt, but the skirt is milky white, the pleats are pressed very flat, as light as clouds.

She stepped over, and a little cherry blossom was embroidered on the flying head.

I heard that Ling's family has been married, so why is he still like a girl?

Several people smiled in surprise, looking behind her.

Behind her was a man in black clothes, satiny black hair with no roughness, which spread to the ankles, enviable.

Oh, she came with that person again.

He lowered his eyes and could only see half of his face covered by his hair, a little curled eyelashes, but a pretty profile.

—Mammoth, or partner?

Jiangnan's daughter's family was shy, didn't make fun of it, and couldn't find it, but just stared at a pair of deer eyes and peeked quietly.

Ling Miaomiao walked and heard that the noise around her suddenly became lower. She turned her head and looked around. The women on the gallery all stretched their necks to stare at Mu Sheng with curiosity, but Mu Sheng didn't notice it, only to find that she stopped and lifted He looked up and looked at her with an innocent pair of eyes.

She paused, passed him, looked around the girls with warning for a week, reached out and dragged him into the room.

This soup is a wonderful private bath. When you reach your site, you won't see other strangers. Several maids who were guarding there rushed up, expertly untied Ling Miaomiao's wide clothes, and prepared a square scarf.

Everyone knows that the man in the back is immobile, so there is no one a few meters around Mu Sheng, sitting a little alone.

Before encountering the protagonist group, Min Tang here was innocent to Ling Yu, because she was so lonely and inferior, as if it was a ridiculous thing to take a bath in front of everyone. After Ling Miaomiao came, this hot spring really came in handy. There is no reason for him, just look at the uncle's extraordinary long hair, the small bath barrel can't fit this big Buddha, Ling Miaomiao tried it once, and half of the room seemed to have flooded, and she was wet It's like falling into a soup chicken, extremely embarrassed.

After knowing that there is an own pool here, Miao Miao was relieved.

This soup pool is about half the size of a room, the water vapor curls around, the tents are flying around, and the fragrant wind passes through the hall. The head of the beast spouted a warm stream of water, which fell into the pool and made a loud noise, and the floating petals stirred and scattered back.

Miao Miao squatted hard by the pool, holding a box of soap horns in her arms, and was intently applying.

Mu Sheng's long hair spread in the pool, looking up at her face, looking up at her face intently, with waterdrops hanging on her eyelashes, and her dark eyes also seem to be stained with wet water vapor.

Really by the pool, the maid also withdrew and drew the curtain. The top of the hall is extremely high, and there is only a large space for them. Ling Miaomiao dare not speak easily, in this place, there will be echoes in speaking.

Until she couldn't hold back, she couldn't help but say: "You turn around."

Mu Sheng tilted his head to look at her, as if not understanding.

Ling Miaomiao exhaled a sigh of relief, and the surrounding air was so hot that she sweated from the back, but the wet place was cold and swollen by the wind, which was really uncomfortable.

She handed him the soapy box: "Do you wash it yourself?"

"..." His eyelashes flickered, reaching for it, catching the box and putting it aside.

"then you……"

Ling Miaomiao's words just started, he suddenly stretched out her arms and dragged her. Miao Miao lost her balance instantly, screamed, and was dragged directly into the water.

Huge water splashed out, more mist was coming out, and warm water with flowers slammed into the face. She choked a sip of water in a panic, feeling that someone grabbed her waist and held her up. The next second, she He immediately reached the bottom of the pool with his hands and feet, and sat up.

Ling Miaomiao's face was flushed, her wet hair attached to her forehead, and her eyelashes were covered with drops of water, staring angrily at the creator.

Admiring her for a long while, she lowered her eyes and rubbed nostalgia on her red cheeks, then raised her hands to hug her tightly in her arms, and then sighed comfortably, leaning slowly on the pool. By the wall, he closed his eyes happily.

I always felt a little less, and now I feel comfortable.

"Do you still have a sigh in your face?" Ling Miao Miao angered badly, grabbing his clothes and struggling, reaching for the soap box placed beside the pool.

Mu Sheng's sitting position was extremely relaxed, her eyelashes were motionless, and she looked like she was asleep, but her hand clasped on Ling Miaomiao's waist was extremely hard. The fingertips are only a few centimeters away from the box, which is always out of reach.

Miaomiao withdrew her hand, doubting that the man was intentional.

"Childhood?" Her clear voice echoed on the surface of the pool, and the water was floating in front of her eyes.

Mu Sheng opened his eyes and licked his lips involuntarily, Miao Miao clung to him tightly, his chest trembling when speaking, he kissed the sound source again.

Ling Miaomiao's eyes quickly reached out and pressed his lips against him: "Are you still washing?"

Mu Sheng paused and shook his head.

"Then let's go out." After a long time in the hot pool, the person was a little dizzy, as if drinking, she pulled two times into the water, and the water surface was filled with splashes of water.

Mu Sheng looked at the drunkenness in her eyes and shook her head again.

"Then what do you want to do?" Ling Miao smiled angrily, struggling in the water, and a splash of water splashed straight on his face.

Mu Sheng closed his eyes and flashed water down his jaw. He loosened her waist.

Ling Miaomiao hadn't responded yet, only to see that he took a cup of water with both hands seriously, poured it very slowly from her shoulder, and wet the few early cherry blossoms embroidered on the front of her yukata. the difference.

Ling Miaomiao: "..."

"You water flowers?" The girl looked down at her chest and chuckled.

"Ok."

"Huh?" Miao Miao was startled. She just stood up in surprise and was pressed back into the water. A familiar breath enveloped her. A flower petal in the water stuck to his lips, full, deep red, all crumbling On her white neck.

"it's a pity."

The comb went down his wet, long hair, and there was hardly any hindrance, even the hair oil was saved.

The curtain was pulled in the small compartment, and the sunlight only penetrated a little through the thick silk cloth, which was filtered into a yellowish color.

"What a pity?" The teenager's voice was dumb.

Mu Sheng's expression was quite relaxed. When Ling Miaomiao combed his hair, his expression was like a cat with a smooth hair, a little lazy soft light projected on his face, like the painter's hand blooming the most gentle colors.

"I wanted to see your transformation process." Ling Miaomiao looked at the person in the glasses, pursed her lips, and sighed very regretfully.

See what you look like from being a fool to being a human.

Mu Sheng raised his eyes and held the back of her hand with his backhand, holding it extremely hard.

"How do you comb me if you don't let go?" Ling Miaomiao smiled swiftly, and changed the comb dexterously into the left hand, combing it twisted and twisted, like a little snake crawling down with a proud tone, "Unfortunately I Two hands. "

Mu Sheng's dark eyes contained a rare smile, and the crimson color of the corners of the eyes seemed to be filtered out by the unstoppable sunlight, only to see a deep stroke at the end of the raised eyes.

A few years ago, Hong Luozi also had a pair of hands outside, combing his hair. The woman ’s eyes were sad, tears gleaming, blurred into one, Xiao Shenger sitting in a chair with two legs swaying, just like that The dazzling eyes became him.

The girl in front of her face had a vibrant face.

After all, what he couldn't keep also let him keep something. The river-like years stopped for a moment in a rushing forward. Someone grabbed his hand hard and took him out of the infinite night.

Ling Miaomiao cut the cold Duanyue against his back and gestured: "Shear?"

"Well." He responded without a miss.

He is a small bud that grows obliquely in a stone gap.

The hair on the ground is coiled, accumulating more and more. Ling Miaomiao made the shears so painful that she had so much hair.

She let out a long breath: "So much hatred is gone from today."

Ling Miaomiao's fingers rubbed his neck occasionally, pulling his hair from above his ears, which was very unskilled, and always fell off occasionally.

She scrambled hurriedly, caught up to the east, and fell down to the west. It took a long time for her to gather together, and she lifted her arms high, and her palms were sweating.

The ears and neck are exposed, and the people in the mirror show a completely different look, with a sharp and youthful charm.

"Just don't move, I'll come."

Mu Sheng suddenly made a noise, pressed her hand, took out the hair band from the box, put her hand to the back, lowered her head slightly, tightened the hair band skillfully, and the **** color of the enchanting eyes darkened. Passing away, the eyes gradually light up.

This time, it was his willingness and desire.

Ling Miaomiao jumped across the hairline early and pulled the curtains left and right. The sunlight in early spring slipped across her face in an instant and shrank her pupils.

The light flooded into the room suddenly, and immediately occupied the entire compartment.

Ling Miaomiao twisted her body and stood against the light. The sun had a layer of golden light shining outside her chestnut hair, and the whole person seemed to be transformed into a warm and melted mass.

"Is it bright?"

The east wind moved her coat, the fragrance in the pool faintly floated, the pear flower diagonally inserted on the dressing table dropped a petal, and the tiny petals flew out of the window gently.

The teenager looked up at her, her dark eyes like a calm lake, and the hair band on her head was like a white butterfly lying on her head, followed by stretching bones and spreading her wings.

Well, since then, it will be bright.