Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"A sound is back?" Liu Fuyi was a little surprised. "Why don't you come in?"

When the teenager came back, he wore frost, walked across the patio, and dropped a shoulder of cold moonlight, standing under the dark eaves without a word.

Mu Yao holding some dozing off, beckoned with a low voice and beckoned: "Come right, Sister Ai has something to explain to you."

Only then did his pace move, and he slowly entered the hall.

The warm and radiant light in the room came like a wave, which made him unable to open his eyes for a moment. He stood at a distance of two steps from Mu Yao, hiding his bleeding palm in his sleeve and rubbing it hard twice: "Sister A. "

Under the candlelight, his eyes were dark, and there was no hint of warmth on his face, just like a small animal that had been rained all night, and the hair on and off his body was limping and unrelenting.

Mu Yao was a little worried: "What's wrong with you, is your body uncomfortable?"

Mu Sheng shook his head and tilted his head again to avoid Mu Yao's hand: "I'm fine."

Mu Yao looked sad. A Sheng seems to have grown up recently, and a sensible voice told her that he began to have his own concerns and was estranged from her. For a while, he didn't know whether he should be relieved or lost.

Liu Fuyi interjected: "What about Miao Miao?"

Mu Sheng paused and said softly, "Behind."

As if confirming his words, the door “squeaked” and pushed open, followed by Ling Miaomiao, who was covered in frost, and with the cloak of Mu Sheng in her hand, she closed the door and walked quietly. To the protagonist group, rarely did he take the initiative to speak.

None of the two spoke, nor even gave each other a look.

Awkward. Liu Fuyi made a conclusion through observation.

Unfortunately, this is not the best time to mediate conflicts.

"There is something to discuss with you." Mu Yao lowered his voice and briefly talked about what happened here.

"Sister Mu suspects that Ten Lady is a skinny demon?" Ling Miaomiao raised her eyes.

"According to Chu Chu's words, Ten Maid may wear the painting skin when night falls, hypnotize Li Jun, and take advantage of his energy."

"This skin-painting demon is likely to have evolved to a high level." Liu Fuyi lowered her voice and swiped on the ground with her fingers. "She only paints the skin at night, and she can control Li Jun to be compliant with her in the day. She took advantage of Li Zhunyang's qi to arbitrarily move around freely; when the Painted Demon reached a high level, the living spirit could not satisfy her greed, and she needed to consume a lot of yin ... "

"So she tricked Li Zhun's family to move to Jingyangpo. It used to be a place where tens of thousands of people were buried.

"... Yes." Liu Fuyi looked at her for a while, and nodded when she didn't expect anything to add.

"Don't you remember that we had tea with Ten Lady a few days ago?" Mu Yao turned to Miaomiao. "She told us about the process of meeting her and Li Jun. At that time, I felt something was wrong, but I didn't want to understand what was wrong. Now I want to understand. "

Miao Miao is not in the state: "What's wrong?"

"There is a problem with her perspective." Mu Yao affirmed, "She talks about her" acquaintance "with Li Zhun. Only Li Jun and his wife are in the picture, and there is no her. She is like a grass in the garden , A flower, an animal, watching their lives, but did not participate in it. "

"She said that she was Li Zhun's friend, but how could a friend not even have a conversation?"

Miao Miao's head is full of pictures of the ten ladies who put their fingers on their lips that day. She told her that to make a person fall in love with her ultimate meaning is to give all her love.

Painted skin demon, as the name implies, puts on the paint skin, charms all beings, and confuses people with hypocrisy.

The ten lady who loves Li Jun the most, is really a demon ... Will he absorb his essence, manipulate him, manipulate him, and confuse his painted skin demon? Her theory of exchanging love for love is a joke at all. Is it always a beautiful face that relies on the country?

Ling Miaomiao was in a state of confusion, and she was silent for a long time before accepting: "So what shall we do?"

"I have placed a seven-kill array on the ground outside her door." Mu Yao whispered, "If she is really a demon, she will be trapped by the array as soon as she exits the door. But her room is not good for us. Enter, you still need to cooperate. "

Liu Fuyi leaned over and supported the little girl's shoulder: "Chu Chu, Brother Liu just said, do you remember?"

Nodded cautiously, he slowly reached out his hand, revealing the half-clear yellow rune paper hidden in his sleeve.

Liu Fuyi's spell drawn with blood can reduce the strength of the big demon, control the action of the big demon, and make him dizzy, so that he can catch his hand, and the effect is similar to the Taoist sword of Taoist town ghost.

"When Aunt Ten coaxes you to sleep tonight, you look for the opportunity to post this on the door. She can't let her find out, can it be done?"

Chu Chu looked at his face inexplicably, tucked the rune paper back into his sleeve a little bit, and after a while, raised his small face, his black eyes flickered, and nodded very seriously.

"Good boy." Liu Fuyi patted her on the back, waking up the nanny who was sleeping like a snoring sound.

The little girl was held on her shoulders by the breast girl and was about to walk behind the screen. She bit her lip and waved her hand with Chongliu Fuyi.

The protagonist also waved at her, which is probably the smallest story participant in the full story.

"Isn't it a big demon? I'll see you tomorrow." Mu Yao asked, "Tomorrow night, we will go to the incense factory again. See if there is no grime in the incense factory without the big demon control."

Mu Sheng remained silent from beginning to end. After listening to Mu Yao's layout like a wandering soul, he turned back to the room with a lot of thoughts. Mu Yao looked at him several times in the middle, and he avoided his gaze.

"Asheng, Asheng ..." Mu Yao frowned as he looked at his back, trying to turn back and ask Miaomiao, but found that she hadn't known when she had slipped away, and there was only a blank Liu Liuyi beside her.

"... Huh, what about people?"

Mu Sheng pushed the door.

Only two small candles were lit in the room, which made it clear the outline of the furniture. He turned and closed the door, and the darkness surrounded him instantly.

He took off his robe and placed it on the table, circumvented the cabinet skillfully in the dark, opened the tent, sat on the bed, and began to untie his wrist strap.

Only one was unloaded, his eyes flicked suddenly, struck behind him like lightning, "Who?"

"I ... cough cough cough ..." The girl exaggerated a sharp long croak, like a **** being strangled by her neck.

He felt the satiny neck, and he released his hand suddenly. In the air is the familiar rich fragrance.

Ling Miaomiao.

On his bed.

"..." His fingertips slammed into a spark, illuminating her face, and Xingzi's eyes reflected the light, and he looked at him without blinking.

The spark went out, and the room fell into darkness again, hiding her face.

She seemed a little flustered: "You are so dark in this room, why don't you turn on the light, can you see you?"

He touched a candle on the table and lit it "bang", holding it in his hand. He just wanted to drive her down, and suddenly frowned: "Did you drink?"

The aroma of the wine is mixed with flowers, like the flowers are too blooming, and some are sweet and intoxicating. She was holding a hip flask in her arms and her cheeks were red.

Miao Miao said, "Wine ... Jiu Zhuang counsels the courage."

It takes a lot of courage to climb the black lotus bed. She was still wet with her palms, fearing that the sound of a sudden noise would throw her out of bed.

Mu Sheng really grabbed her by the corner of her dress and dragged her outward with a bad tone: "... you go down."

"But you don't sleep now ..." She put down the hip flask, holding the pillar in the corner of the bed with both hands, and made trouble, "I'll just sit down, don't be so stingy, child period, child period, child period ..."

She called him by the sound of a pile of sounds, shouting at him with a hundred claws, and he pressed three candles in succession, flicked, and scored between them.

This is better than the dim atmosphere just now.

"Are you drinking alcohol?"

"..."

"It's boring to go to bed so early, there is no nightlife."

"..."

"Tomorrow will be ..." She woke up suddenly and bit off the words "jumping fissure", "It's time to catch the demon. Let's play for a little longer today, okay? Huh? Speaking, I'm talking ..."

Jiu Zhuang is really courageous. Mu Sheng coldly watched her holding the pillar with both hands, taking advantage of her mouth, completely unaware of the usual consciousness.

In the middle of the night, he went to the man's bed to drink ...

The fire that had just disappeared came up again, and pulled her cuffs, patiently said: "What are you doing here with me? Go back to your own room."

"I won't go!" Her "no" word was long and reluctant, staring at him angrily, as if he was the one who had occupied others' territory.

Negotiation failed. Mu Sheng pulled a collar to breathe, and the room was hot.

His brain was a mess of porridge.

Techniques, practice, Mu family, future, sister ... These things that had been straightened in his heart, they were all messed up when they saw her, and they had no time to think about everything.

"How much did you drink ..." He carried the pot and found it to be empty, suddenly burst into flames, and his black eyes sank. "Did you drink all?"

"Hmm!" She nodded proudly, and said to her story like Mo Hengfei on the street, "I'm bored and I don't break!"

"..."

He leaned closer to her, and his eyes were facing each other like a mirror, so close that they could see each other's distinct eyelashes. He lowered his voice, "So what do you want me to drink with you?"

"Come on, some of them are!" She took it out of her arms, and actually took out a jug again, her eyes bright, "I will keep it for you."

The clothes ripped a little, and there was looming fair skin. He wanted to step back, but Ling Miaomiao held his hand and forced him to hold the hip flask. "You touch, it's hot. You are heating ... "

She laughed to herself, laughing like a silver bell ringing like a fairy in the Pansi Cave.

Surrounded by her fragrance, the fragrance in her arms, the delicate body in front of her is near, constantly overlapping with the dream.

He felt like he was going crazy.

In the confusion of his mind, he kept thinking about what he spit out of her mouth this evening, and turned it into a few knives into his heart to make him sober.

Thinking of sister Sister, it really seemed like cold water.

The man in front of him moved a little, leaned back inward, and suddenly moved away from him, hugged his knees, curled himself up, and only reached out to poke him gently.

"... drink or not?"

"Give me some face."

He turned back and blew out the candle violently, and the room fell into the previous darkness.

Ling Miaomiao yelled, complaining: "Dark and drinking, what's wrong, can you see my face?"

He said in his heart that he should be invisible.

His long eyelashes drooped, and he picked up the hip flask upsetly, his mouth sullen and unbroken.

... who burned the knife for her was violent and choking.