Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Why are you here?" Mu Sheng's voice didn't have a trace of temperature.

Miao seconds black and white eyes reflected the moonlight, took a step forward: "I wait for you, waited a long time."

Looking at his expression, I must have just touched my nose in Mu Yao, and she was pregnant. What kind of icing on the cake is this? Isn't she coming to send charcoal in the snow?

Jiang Feng blew her clothes, and there was still a trace of alcohol mixed with the smell of Liu Fuyi sachets in his body, and there was a wave of irritability in his heart: "The wine bureau is over so soon, hurry to the next game?"

Ling Miaomiao's complexion changed suddenly, her brows raised: "What do you say?"

"I was wrong?"

Hey, looking at this posture of eating gunpowder, there must have been a big quarrel with Mu Yao just now. Ling Miaomiao pressed for a long time and smiled down the fire: "I have finished drinking with Brother Liu. What does that matter? I am coming to you now, not for drinking."

Mu Sheng raised his eyes and even lost her interest in teasing her, sneering impatiently: "Miss Ling is insomnia again? My sachet is not useful, there is no good smell of Liu Fuyi."

The stingy ghost.

Ling Miaomiao laughed and saw his face, which was estimated to be unclear, and he took the courage to hold his arm. "You can't think of me for the benefit? I've made a special trip to bring you medicine."

Mu Sheng shook it and didn't throw it away, pulling the wound, and cold sweat suddenly turned down, a little annoyed: "Release."

"Don't move!" Miao Miao lowered her voice and dragged her on. "You look at you, do you hurt?" She dragged him to her pavilion, carrying the evil courage of murderous goods, "I don't want to alarm your sister, Do n’t make trouble here! "

Mu Sheng struggled.

Sure enough, Mu Yao is the dead spot of the black lotus, and he has tried many times.

Mu Sheng was dragged and settled on the chair by Ling Miaomiao, and the dark eyes were like the sinking star of the cold lake, and the whole face was full of gloom: "Miss Ling, you are too much."

Ling Miaomiao ignored him, carefully closed the door and put down the curtain, lighting a candlestick.

There were only two of them left in the dim room. She turned her face and smiled a little: "Are you sick? Muzi period, if you have an injury, you should be treated quickly, no matter if you don't need medicine ..." She looked at his finger The bright red that oozed out, frowned, "As for tossing yourself like this?"

She looked rare and serious, almost like she was angry, but the caring in her eyes was very much like that of a person.

Mu Sheng looked stagnant, took his palm away, and looked at the mottled blood between his fingers. The blood on his clothes had already blew out and slowly spread outward.

"I never use medicine."

"Ah?" Miao Miao's common sense was challenged. "Then do you have any special functions? For example, what can't heal yourself ..."

"No."

"Then you ..." Miao Miao took a breath and summed it up softly, "Cough, Mu Gongzi is a fluke now."

Mu Sheng looked at her silently, her face dim and unclear.

She lifted her dress and squatted down in front of Mu Sheng with a soft tone: "I will help you see?"

"No need." He covered the wound again, his expression cold, "I don't take medicine."

"Don't be so nervous." Miao Miao felt a frustration. "I'm not a disciple, nor are you a big girl ..."

She hesitated, looked around, and took out the paper bag in the afternoon.

The sound of unfolding the paper was whistling and disturbed the sound of admiration. His eyes were flickering with candlelight, and his pupils became large and black. "Isn't that nothing?"

"I said it on purpose." Miao Miao took out a bun, opened his palm, and gently put it up, complaining in her mouth, "I wanted to take it for you and Sister Mu, who knows how? When I see you fighting with others, you are so fierce, you have to look like a person, so a fool will give you food ... "

Mu Sheng looked at the palm.

The steamed buns are round and white, with a smooth and attractive surface, and a five-petal plum blossom is set in the middle with a diamond-shaped Hu Luobu, which is red and white, very beautiful.

Her voice was very crisp, with a little grievance from the little girl's house.

"Don't just look at it, try it." Miao Miao crouched in front of him, looking up at him with excitement, "My baby cook made it, it's beautiful and delicious ..."

Mu Sheng turned away and avoided her sight.

He doesn't like this kind of looking up, and always feels that in this movement, his expression will be seen by her, just like he always looks at Mu Yao like this.

Miao Miao sighed in her heart, gritted her teeth, squatted down and continued cheeky: "You bite a bite to taste, you will not be disappointed-haven't you eaten yet?"

As a reminder, she was really hungry. Mu Sheng just took a bite and suddenly tasted a sweetness. He looked down, and the steamed brown sugar was added to the steamed bun. The brown sugar had melted away and dripped in the steamed bun.

"Sweet or not? Isn't it delicious?" Ling Miaomiao, who sold Amway, squatted on the floor, smiling like an old lady who finally married her daughter.

Sweetness melted into his mouth.

Too sweet, how long has it been since I ate such a sweet thing?

Suddenly hunger swept him with a wonderful desire, and he ate the buns in a few bites. Miaomiao looked at him with his cheek, and put one in his palm in time.

He looked up her finger and saw her slender arms, water blue upper jacket, white neck, and saw the smiling Xingzi eyes, looking at him expectantly: "Eat, There are so many. "

Mu Sheng looked at her, this look ...

This look ... Many years ago, when I was beaten to death for a bite on the street, those high-ranking ladies of the official family looked like this kind of charity.

If they knew that they were charitable alms and fed a mad dog, they would run away in horror and ran to the warm sedan without looking back. Someone shouted at them and told them to treat them without kindness.

And endless fighting in the wind, frost, rain and snow, night and death, is his home.

His fingers tightened, and the plum blossoms on his buns were deformed by him unconsciously.

"Hey, don't pinch!" Miao Miao grabbed his wrist with a distressed face, and that force was no different from the kitten scratching, "Come on, don't abuse food."

He let go of his hand and said with amusement: "No more."

Miao Miao's "hiss" sound made him unaware of the change in his mood: "Don't hold back, Mu Gongzi, I can eat three in one breath. You are a boy, but you can't eat me. How can it be justified ... "

"..."

The plausible pictures were miraculously dissipated. He vaguely felt that the girl in the official family in front of him could not be included in the ranks of the girls in the memory.

Not gentle, not arrogant, not polite, but a freak.

Mu Sheng no longer cares about it, she catches her buns, and eats three at a time. She feels comfortable in her stomach and the whole person is comfortable.

Miao Miao glanced aside and felt distressed for a while: three said so casually, the black lotus can really eat ... As long as I reported two, I could save one and eat more.

Miao Miao patiently waited for him to finish eating, and took out the ointment happily, a strong smell of Chinese medicine spread from her hands: "Take it, let's take the medicine?"

"Why do you need medicine?" Mu Sheng's face sank again.

"According to the rules of my family, when I was a child, I had to take a bitter pill. My father first fed me a piece of sugar. It was sweet at first, and it won't be so bitter later." Ling Miaomiao looked at him with a smile, "Why not come by yourself?" ,I do not watch?"

The black lotus turned his head and his eyes were dark: "No need, it's not that hypocritical."

Ling Miaomiao glanced at him, opened the ointment cover by herself, and mumbled while preparing: "Mugong, if you want to live longer, spend more time with Sister Mu, you will have to sacrifice your life and be better for yourself. If you die first, Isn't it cheaper for others? "

Mu Sheng suddenly raised his eyes: "What are you talking about?"

Miao Miao raised her face and smiled innocently: "I didn't say anything."

She paused, bowed her head and forgot the medicine in her hand, and then muttered without a word: "You have been so resistant, are these medicines useless for demon wounds?"

"... No." Mu Sheng broke the jar and wiped the blood from his hands on the clothes. "In the past, sister A helped me to heal."

All the injuries she knew were cured.

What she didn't find, or what he didn't want her to find, he carried it on his own and was destined.

"Since it works, hurry up. You look so bad ..."

is it? He made a sneer, and his face was so bad, but Sister didn't see it at all.

Ling Miaomiao hurriedly opened the drawer, found the scissors and gauze in her package, and hit a copper basin of hot water in a decent way.

"What are you doing ..." Mu Sheng looked at her incessantly and ridiculously, "I don't have any children."

"Ah ... isn't it?" Ling Miaomiao was helpless and stood awkwardly in the same place, secretly saying: junk TV series, mistaken children ...

"Come here." Mu Sheng raised his eyes, and those black eyes crossed her face, with a hint of a smile. "Look at you like this, haven't you helped people get medicine?"

"Yes ... Isn't ..." She felt a little guilty, paused, and felt emboldened again. "I think I'm quite experienced. I treated the legs of the ducklings at home. They were all cats. Limped, I chased it every day, applied medicine to it, and I was cured. "Her eyes glowed with light," Am I terrible? "

"..." He gritted his teeth, "Give me the medicine."

"OK ..." Ling Miaomiao watched him unbutton his clothes with one hand, a little nervous in his heart, "Do I need to avoid it?"

"Humph." He smiled unexplainedly, and gave his next meal. "If Miss Ling wants to see it, it doesn't matter if he stays."

Mu Sheng untied his clothes, and the shirt slowly fell off his shoulders. Yu Guang glanced at a stiff shadow behind him.

She really stayed behind to watch.

Okay, just look at it enough.

Ling Miaomiao took a smirk when she took off her clothes.

Mu Sheng was very white. His back was as white as his face. On his skin as white as jade, the whip marks of the old age criss-crossed, so that the blood hole that penetrated his body was not so conspicuous.

"... Miss Ling, don't be dazed, help me hand the scissors." He turned his head slightly, the elegant and beautiful back against the light, revealing a little light in his eyes.

This tempting, Ling Miaomiao did so subconsciously.

"Wait ... what do you want scissors to do ... ah!"

By the time she reacted, her sharp horn had jumped out of her throat, her hands subconsciously covered her eyes, her heart was beating desperately, and through her fingers, she saw Mu Sheng looking at her coldly, her face pale and scary.

"You can't get it if you wash it with water, why ..." Ling Miao Miao collapsed quickly, looking at the blood in the palm of Mu Sheng, and the scissors in the pool of blood, just like the scene of the murder.

There is no anesthesia in this world. Isn't it life-threatening to play like this?

"The place where the water ghost hurts will rot quickly if it is not cleaned up." Mu Sheng is like a joke, and his forehead is full of fine cold sweat, and he laughs ridiculously. The courage is smaller than the rabbit. "

She saw Mu Sheng blood flowing like a stream, and there was a sweet and greasy smell in the air, and she didn't care about the depreciation in his words. She grabbed the gauze and shook her hand against his wound, and heard him bore. Hum.

"Hurry up and press yourself!" Miao Miao's hands shook even harder, and her sweat drenched her back. "Come on, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Unexpectedly, his blood-stained hands rinsed in the basin, covered her hands with warm drops of water, and pressed firmly. This button is almost self-abuse malicious. Under such pain, the ridiculous words are squeezed out of the teeth: "You can use a little more force."

Ling Miao Miao still did not move, she looked quite calm, and her scalp was instantly numb.

Mom, there is a pervert!

The author has something to say: revert to the section on medicines a few years later.

Mu Sheng: Am I man?

Miao Miao: You are abnormal! ! !