Black Lotus Tactics Manual

The corners of Mu Sheng's brows had strange colors. His eyes were red, almost as if he had painted a light peach makeup, and his eyes like autumn were pure as two pills of black mercury.

It stands to reason that within three days he can no longer touch evil doors and misrepresent. But as soon as he came in, he saw the moment when her clothes were torn, and the exposed white back tingled his eyes.

A thought came out calmly in his heart, and he must immediately and immediately want them to disappear, hitting one by one with the demon handles, too step by step, he could not wait.

He subconsciously touched the cuff, and there was no attack paper left in his sleeve. It was like a killing general who could n’t find a weapon in his hand. In an almost calm rage, he stretched his hand to the back and took his hairband. Loose hard.

Almost immediately, he regretted it, but since he had already shot, he had no room to look back.

These wraiths were originally ghosts. After this experience, they are now estimated to have disappeared.

The three-day period cannot be violated. He just violated the most serious one. It was only then that he became more and more excited, almost out of control in the air of the sky, and had the desire to devour the world, until a fierce scream suddenly awakened him.

Ling Miaomiao lay on the ground, screaming and kicking a scorched corpse, this voice tempted him a little bit, waiting for him to restrain his own wits, hugged her, she threw herself again, facing his ear Screamed for a while.

He was told to retreat with black clouds, and he was stunned, stepped on the ground, and returned to the world completely.

Ling Miaomiao stared blankly at him, but did not expect that one day she would have Black Lotus come to rescue herself, this is simply ...

She stumbled out a few words: "Son ... Childhood ..."

However, how did she feel that she hadn't seen him for a while, and he looked different from the original one?

Mu Sheng also looked at her face.

Now that he was calm, Kyoko reflected the water in his eyes. He was a little wronged in the accident and stared at him without blinking, calling his name in disbelief.

What is she wronging? Is it because the person who came is not Liu Fuyi?

He lowered his eyes, forgiving her that she had just been surprised, before deliberately condensing the chill in her tone: "It's me. Let's go."

Unexpectedly, the next second, he was sturdy and hugged. The girl ’s arm was tightly wrapped around his neck, and it seemed that he gave all the weight to him. This indulged the emotion: "I, I have been waiting You ... didn't expect you to really come ... "

"..." He felt a rash of warmth around his neck, and then became wet, and Ling Miaomiao cried so sad.

Um, I just hugged the body with the body just a moment ago. I was so scared that I didn't cry like that. I must have shed all the tears till now.

Miao Miao is like a duvet, which wraps him tightly, hot and soft, and mobilizes all his evil cravings for madness. He held out his hand, trying to pull her by her clothes and touching her smooth skin, only to remember that her clothes had been torn. A beat.

Feeling the unconventional cleverness of the black lotus, let her hold it, and beat it kindly, Ling Miaomiao indulged herself in tears in the infinite emotion.

Ah, it's so cool, it seems that the stress of so many days has been exhausted in these few minutes, and I am in a good mood.

Mu Sheng suddenly felt light in her arms, and then there was an empty cold. She had wiped her tears, struggling to get up, and consciously hid aside, with a strong nasal voice: "Sorry."

He also stood up, dim and dark in the hall, just about to speak, and the ground shook gently, like a small earthquake.

Ling Miaomiao looked at the ground in shock and limped to her side, her expression very uneasy.

"Tao Ying is dead, and the illusion is about to collapse. Get ready to go out." He looked at the dried blood on her ragged skirt and the dagger, hesitated, bent down, supported his knees, and said fast , "Hurry up, you come up."

Ling Miaomiao stared at her red eyes and stared blankly at Mu Sheng.

"You have to walk like that. I have to wait for you." He seemed annoyed. "It's not the first time, hurry up."

Ling Miaomiao lay on her stomach with a wonderful mood, even forgetting her leg pain, and asked in his ear: "Hey, have you eaten?"

"..."

The old problem has been committed again, and there is a lot of nonsense, which pots are not opened.

Miaomiao didn't care about his silence, and started another conversation: "Sister Mu has been saved?"

"Ok."

"Is she okay?"

"……Ok."

Mu Sheng paused, her eyelashes quivered, and suddenly asked, "Sister Sister really let that shadow take away?"

Miao Miao's momentary slang: "Also ... almost."

"What does it almost mean?"

"It's just ..." Her voice was small, and she was a little bit dissatisfied. "Just running after the shadow."

"... What are you talking to me about?"

He turned to look at her, trying to find a reliable fear on this heartless face, but only saw her blinking a pair of black and white apricot eyes, and looked at him innocently, "I just want you to hurry Click to chant, don't bother. "

... how could there be such a person in the world.

Reminiscent of Emperor Duanyang's face, there was a trace of anger in his eyebrows, and he added a cold sentence, "If you don't want to die early, ignore other people's business."

"... How can this be called gossip?" Miao Miao poked his shoulders with a grin, so that he frowned straight, "I used to be daring, nothing happened. It's not just right now, everyone is happy."

Bold ... He sneered in his heart, and I didn't know who was calling the roof to be lifted.

There were tremors on the ground, the time between the intervals became shorter and shorter, and the amplitude of the tremors became larger and larger.

Mu Sheng suddenly stopped, put her on the ground, and squatted down, picked up her injured leg and put it on her knee, and began to stare at the jewel on the scabbard.

"What are you doing?" Ling Miaomiao's hair fell upright, guarding the dagger with vigilance. "This can't be arbitrarily drawn, Muzi period, it will kill you ..."

He replied lightly: "This knife handle always touches me, and it hurts my leg."

"..." Miao Miao's face was pale, "Can you bear it, can't you just take my life because you are uncomfortable ..."

Before the voice fell, Mu Sheng reached into her mouth with a finger, with sweet blood on her fingertips, and the next second, her hands and wrists were clenched tightly by one of his hands, and his other hand was not dragged with water. , And drew his dagger from his leg.

Lying trough ...

Ling Miaomiao watched his blood rush out, but miraculously didn't feel any pain——

Mu Sheng's movements were so dazzlingly fast that a piece of hemostatic sign "snapped" on her wound, and then she felt an itchy rash.

The hemostatic sign was fast and accurate, and the blood did not form a fountain, and everything stopped.

What she thought was that catching the demon is not such a useful hemostatic symbol! The one time on the Wanjiang ship, he actually let his blood bleed untreated, this masochistic ...

Mu Sheng looked up at her: "Does it hurt?"

Miao Miao still has a touch of sweetness in her mouth, and subconsciously replied: "No ..."

Mu Sheng suddenly laughed, and his dark eyes flashed with a terrible smile: "I already knew it should hurt you."

He stopped speaking, took her arm, slammed the silly Ling Miaomiao back on his back, and pressed his wrist hard, the **** dagger that was pulled off was cut in two, and the blade fell on decay. Among the dead leaves, there was a cold light.

The handle of the knife was still held in his hand, and Ling Miaomiao heard a ringing sound. It turned out that it was his hand that was hard. The gems inlaid on the scabbard fell one after another. When the hand was loose, the scabbard, which was full of holes, was also thrown away. The two hands patted gracefully, and seemed to want to pat off the dirty dust in disgust.

"..." She looked at the flashing light spots in the fallen leaves gradually away, quiet for a while, listening to the occasional birdsong from the treetops, and gently said: "Children, are we friends?"

Mu Sheng sneered at the corner of his mouth: "I have never had a friend ..."

The **** the back laughed violently, and a hot wind blew his ears. She closed her eyes cunningly: "Well, I know, there is only one sister."

Mu Sheng listened to her words and was slightly lost for a while. In life, he has nothing left, is there only one sister ...

"That's not a friend ..." She continued, hugging his neck with a smile, almost making him think it was a very intimate coquettish gesture.

Her voice is very sweet, with full and sincere compliments: "Actually, you are really good, and you don't need friends to be good."

"..."

After she finished speaking, she didn't care, and even fell asleep on his back and woke up, playing with his hair for a while, poking his collar for a while, making him repeatedly distracted and troubled.

"It's so boring, I'll sing a little song for you, OK? Cough, cough,‘ Yimeng Mountain ’s sister ... ’”

The floor shook sharply, and his high voice suddenly cut off, "Oh, why is there another earthquake?"

The moonlight is very bright, like silver yarn everywhere.

He is free from warmth in this world, almost alone. However, there is indeed a person who, apart from Mu Yao, has gone further than others.

Previously, he was fiercely resisting and he wished to kill soon, but now, it seems to become frankly accepted.

He vaguely felt that he was willing to slow down this part of the road. There was no sister and Liu Fuyi, no Mu family, no Zhao concubine and jade card. Even if he carried the weight, he could be so relaxed.

Such warm, so tightly attached ... I don't want to let go.