Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Miao Miao couldn't help but took two steps back, looking at the black lotus's expression as if looking at a monster.

"Are you afraid of this?" He turned his head to walk on his own, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

What tolerance is generous, but so, nothing is different.

I didn't want to take two steps, and the people behind me caught up panting: "Wait, wait!"

Turning around, it was Ling Miaomiao's face with a frowning eyebrow: "What did you post to me just now?" She didn't expect him to answer, and after a fierce question, she stretched out a hand and put a hand on her face. The anger only lasted for a moment, and he smiled without a skin or face. "It's very useful, give me a chant."

Ling Miaomiao was quite calm: he could not treat him like a normal person. If this person didn't get into the bone, he wouldn't be a black lotus.

"..." Mu Sheng's eyes fell on her palm and her steps slowed down, "I have given you a sachet."

"Just beg, isn't that what you changed with me?"

He grunted and looked down at the black and gray corpses on the ground: "What did you change?"

On being unreasonable, Ling Miaomiao obeyed.

After finally destroying the dead sachet for months, Ling Miaomiao found that Mu Sheng was in a very comfortable mood, and even took the initiative to talk to her: "Aren't you talking?"

Just chat.

Miao Miao Bai flipped the rune paper in her hands boringly: "It must have been easy for you to learn these spells when you were a kid?"

Ling Miaomiao is very sensitive to numbers. Although the tricks and tricks are more complicated, there are still rules to follow. Just now Liu Fuyi taught her for a long time, and she has basically mastered it. Black Lotus has always been smart, and it must be a talented player who hasn't had any hardships. Once there is an opportunity to climb upwards, it will be desperately seized, young age is already a leader.

Mu Sheng looked at her for a while and joked: "These basic spells are really difficult. The tricks that Miss Ling only used were all the rest of my childhood."

"..." I didn't expect to see through the black lotus at a glance, "That's really a coincidence."

"I advise you to save yourself." Mu Sheng looked at Liu Fuyi in the distance, and his dark, runny eyes contained a cold smile: "It's not yours, and it will never belong to you."

Miaomiao frowned straight: "Where do you want to go, I just treat Brother Liu as my brother."

Mu Sheng seemed to hear something extremely interesting: "I just called sister Mu Yao ..."

Suddenly stopped.

The two faced each other, Miao Miao tried hard to put away her consternation, and Mu Sheng's expression was a bit dazed.

The secrets that no one had ever known, and even the idea of ​​great rebellion that he himself did not clearly admit, were so easily and almost obscurely spoken in front of her?

Miaomiao resisted the pressure and changed the topic tenaciously: "Right, did you have so many scars on your back that day, were all monsters hit?"

Mu Sheng regained his eyes, and his eyes immediately shrouded in a dark color, "The demon will not leave marks on me."

Miao Miao carefully glanced at his previous **** left wrist, which was really white and smooth, and could not help but wonder: "That is ..."

He laughed meaninglessly: "Nature is a masterpiece of man."

"Master, didn't you say that Yao'er wouldn't be hurt if he was there? How could it be ..." The woman's lips, full of pearls and beads, were painted bright red, and she kept wiping the tears with the silk.

The hall was very dim, the candlelight was faintly lit, and the masonry floor was cold, cold and hard.

"Our Mu family is different in the past. If there is one more person, we will have more food. It's not easy for me to raise him. I don't point to him to protect Yao'er. How can I let Yao'er protect him ..." The voice contains After endless grievances, every sentence is a complaint.

"Yi Rong, say a few words." There was a woman in white sitting in the seat, combing a simple bun with a white jade lotus hairpin on the bun, and thin lines in the corners of her eyes. She supported her forehead with her hand. Angrily reminded, "Yaoer just fell asleep, don't wake her up again."

"Huh, it's not my sister's flesh and blood, how can you be distressed ..." The woman sobbed more and looked at the man next to the woman in white in the corner of her eyes. When he saw him frowning, he looked impatient, and immediately With a cry, he turned to the boy who was kneeling on the ground. The fierce eyes in his eyes made him tremble. "Little boy, don't you kneel yet? It's because of you ... Because of you, Yao'er will get hurt!"

The next man twisted his hands behind his back and pressed it to the ground. Those black grape-like eyes reflected the woman's hand with an emerald ring in a panic.

"Slap--" He closed his eyes, and there was a roar in his ears. There was a five-finger print on the small face, and the pain was hot.

"Enough is enough, Yi Rong." The woman in white has a yellowish complexion, looks tired, but does not mean to block, but slowly said, "How old is he, the skill is not good, see the big demon, must be subconscious Want to hide ... "

"Hiding?" The woman's scarlet eyes widened. "Where does he want to hide? Hiding behind Yao'er?"

Another slap came up, making a crunchy sound, breaking the corner of the child's lips and bleeding. He said nothing, widened his eyes, and his thin body shivered slightly.

The woman paused and looked at her palm, revealing a disgusted expression: "Even the smell of blood is disgusting."

The woman in white sighed: "Ah, please make a mistake with your Aunt Rong."

"What's the use of admitting mistakes?" The woman grudgingly grabbed his face. "If Yao'er has three shorts and two shorts, you have to lose your life!"

"Um ..." Tears came from those eyes due to pain, but there was a daze in their eyes. The eye-catching star bursts in my eyes, somehow arouse everyone's disgust.

"Speak, you scum!"

"... sorry ... sister ..."

The woman took two steps backwards angrily, "You say it again? I'm sorry who?"

The dark eyes lifted up, and a hint of little beast flashed in the childish eyes: "Only ... I'm sorry sister."

"Hah!" Her eyes were annoyed and annoyed, her red lips opened and closed, "It's up to you ..." She turned her head, her silk was covering her face, and she cried out loudly: "Master! I'm bitter-- A little boy pushed his nose to his face ... you don't care anymore ... "

"Okay." There was a low rebuke from the upper seat. The man in the dark brown robes with a dark brown pattern stood up like a deity, with sharp words in his eyes. "Give me some pause!"

"Master ..." Yi Rong did not follow, and her tears blew more fiercely, "Look at us brightly outside, what do you look like inside, do you not know? The Mu family passed here, and only Yao'er was left, three There was an accident at both ends of the day, and this little boy was raised. I thought that I could be born. Who knows that it is a **** of plague ... I think this is the day when Mu Family is about to die ... "

Her voice is accustomed to a charm, even if she is crying and accusing, the end of the conversation seems to be with a hook that is upturned, causing a headache: "Master, I will give you this daughter, Yi Rong desperately. If Yao'er can't keep it, I won't live ... "

The woman in white coughed twice, her look extremely ugly.

The middle-aged man in the seat came down with a cold face, step by step to the kneeling boy. He was condescending, with a pale face and endless dignity.

"Mu Sheng, are you wrong?"

"Sorry ... sister ..."

The man frowned: "I'm talking to you--"

"I'm sorry sister ..." The small face lifted up, and there were tears in those eyes, and the tears were gleaming brightly.

The man was stunned, his expression became complicated, and he took a whip out of his arms and knocked the child on the ground with a "slap": "Can't hear me?"

"Master ..." The woman in white was startled, coughed, and stood up, covering her mouth halfway. "He's still a child, how did you do it?"

Crack, crack. The whip was pumped on the body with a strong wind, which was a muffled noise: "The next time you see the monster, will you hide it?"

The whip smashed on the marble floor a bit like a firecracker: "You have to fight to protect your sister, don't let her get hurt a little, do you know?"

The piercing sound came alternately, beginning with a grumble of small, small animals, and finally turned into an unconscious sob.

"Sister, what kind of child is he?" Yi Rong pouted and sneered at the blurry flesh on the ground. "Leave him alive, it's not in vain."

The candlelight was swaying, the sight was blurred, the warm liquid was flowing into the eyes, and the pain was hot.

In the damp and dark firewood room, all the wounds were clamoring for pain. In front of her was the skirt of a woman in white. Her eyes were worried and compassionate. She squatted down, and her cold hands touched his head. You shouldn't bring you back ... "

Mu Sheng closed his eyes and said nothing.

If she is away, she always stands aside, hesitating to intervene but does not protect her in the end.

Like Mu Yao, she gives people the illusion of hope and happiness, like a mirage seen by a dying person, like a bodhisattva far away, enveloped by a halo of kindness, but forever and forever unable to cross him.

Mu Sheng's smile was very ironic: "This is my Mu Family's family method."

Miaomiao only remembered that the original book said that Mu ’s parents treated him coldly, but he did n’t want this coldness to be indifferent. He could not help but feel a little disgusted, and muttered: "It's cruel ..."

"what did you say?"

"Ah, it's nothing, I'm just thinking ..." Miao Miao sentimentally sentiment, "The so-called demon catching family, is it necessarily justice? They have contributed to the world in demon catching, it means that they will not be otherwise Did you make a mistake? "

Mu Sheng silently said: "What do you mean?"

"Meaning, they are overdone." Miao Miao looked at him, "I saw your injury that day, that is not an ordinary family law, and no one will discipline children in this way."

Family law, I am afraid it is not domestic violence.

Mu Sheng smiled indifferently: "I will be beaten only if I don't protect my sister."

Miao Miao sighed: "Why do you have to protect your sister all the time?" She asked the question that had been suffocating in her mind since reading, "Can't someone protect you?"

Mu Sheng's eyes stopped for a moment. At that moment, it seemed that the galaxy in the sky was flowing backwards, gathering together to the source of the universe.

"No." He raised the corner of his mouth and watched the setting sun slowly slide towards the sky, saying flatly, "I'll just stick to my own."

The silence spread. Ling Miaomiao coughed a few times and raised the spell on her hand: "... Do you still teach?"

Mu Sheng turned to look at her: "Don't use rune paper, I will teach you to explode sparks."

Just a second ago, she was still jumping up for the black lotus that hurt spring, sadness and autumn: "Really?"

Mu Family Stunt Explosion Sparks! The artificial gold finger made her pick it up?

Mu Sheng grinned at the corners of his mouth, took her hand from behind, adjusted for a long time, and pinched a twisted posture. His hand accidentally wiped her clothes several times, making her a little itchy.

"I will only say the mantra once." He lowered his voice and read it again, letting go of her hand. "Come on."

Ling Miaomiao closed her eyes tightly, chanting nervously, and then with a bang, a beautiful spark exploded at her hand.

"Wow! Mu Sheng—" She saw her eyes bright, "You are too powerful!"

Mu Sheng smiled at her for a long while, lowered his eyes, and a fleeting coldness passed across his eyes.