Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Mu Sheng's eyes slammed open, grabbed the hand, and sighed, "Who?"

The hand turned instantly into black gas and dissipated in the air.

The familiar yawning laughter approached, and a rotten breath surrounded him: "Look at our little Shenger, what looks like a downcast."

The black shadow condensed into a human shape with a big hip and thin waist, and lifted water into the teenager's face vaguely, as if mocking or provocative.

Mu Sheng turned his head and his face was as cold as ice: "Don't call me Xiaosheng'er."

"Why, that's your name, do you still want to abandon it?" The water ghost laughed and slowly climbed his fingertips to his chest, stroking back and forth, "It's really pitiful, if not for Mu Yao, Why is it so ... "

Mu Sheng retreated sharply, half of his body was out of the water, and the demon handle was squeezed patiently in his hand. If he wasn't dizzy and even shaking with his hand, he would immediately shoot without leaving the armor.

"Wow—"

Suddenly dragged by a man, the huge force pulled him and made him sit back in the water again. The splash of water splashed over his head and wet his hair.

His anger burst out, and the demon shank shot sharply, but the steel ring was firmly grasped by the hand that was condensed by the black mist.

The water ghost laughed wildly. If she had eyes, she would burst into tears at the moment: "Xiao Sheng'er, look, I have one hand now, so you can't move." She grabbed the demon tightly. Handle, slowly approaching his white jade-like face, "You can't even control the demon handle, why do you need to succeed?"

The other hand touched his face and went down to the neck. The touched area was wet, all covered with drops of water. The drops of water condensed into a stream and ran down his white jaw.

Mu Sheng's dark eyes stared at her, dizzy, as if at the junction of patience and chaos, his body trembling slightly with anger.

The neckline was ripped apart, exposing the teenager's collarbone. She stroked it up without any softness, even deliberately with a hint of insult, and his skin was flushed red: "Xiaosheng'er, give it to me today How is your blood? "

Mu Sheng's face was expressionless, and his body shivered uncontrollably. I wondered whether it was because of high heat or anger. He reached out and touched his hair silently.

"Do you still want to use forbidden surgery?"

The water ghost's movement stopped and looked at him with interest, as if he saw something particularly funny: "Let me count, once, twice, three times, ah, if you touch it again, it's the third time." "

Mu Sheng's fingers froze, his breath was dry and hot, and there was a fire burning in his head, but his body was wet and cold. Such a split made him unbearable, his breath was soaring, but his arm was shaking, Not even the power to kill.

"Dare you dare to indulge yourself, are you afraid that you will lose control and become a monster?"

The sharp, thin voice smiled exaggeratedly, and the black, condensed hands suddenly appeared on the side of his face, stroking down his dark hair: "Xiaosheng'er, you know, your hair It should have been much longer than this. "

A few strands of hair were picked up by her, and the voice was a bit of a bewitching smell, "You should thank your mother, she used a cut moon to cut your hair for you."

"..."

"Do you know what a moon cutting is?"

"..."

"Broken Moon Shear is the Xianjia Treasure that you can get from the number of lives. It can cut off love and hatred, but cut off love and hatred. You can only choose one of the two ... Guess, you What did you choose? "

The sound of Mu twitched, and his eyes flickered, seeming to endure the great pain: "Don't say it."

"I'm done ... you heard my secret, you should exchange your blood." The water ghost's tone changed sharply, his hand changed from touching to tight squeeze, sharp teeth thrust into the depression under his collarbone , The blood beads poured out in a flash, she sucked greedily, the net-like black mist, and the boy was trapped in the water, "Xiao Sheng'er, before using the forbidden technique, think about your poor mother--"

Mu Sheng closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered, and his face grew paler.

With a splitting headache and dizziness due to blood loss, he could hardly support it.

The nails are embedded in the palm of the hand, and the overlapping pain comes from the fissure ... there are people in the fissure ...

He settled and the world became clear again.

The water ghost let him go. The teenager's face was pale and he fell involuntarily. His arm stretched, barely supporting himself to maintain a decent sitting posture.

The water ghost wiped his unclear mouth, and it seemed to have some meaning: "Xiao Sheng'er, you have to stay in the family of demon catchers and be an enemy of my family, making yourself nobody, ghosts and ghosts. Why is that? ... "

"..."

"Your mother is a joke all her life, I don't want to, even you are a joke, giggling--" When she saw the blood hole in his shoulder, her mocking eyes became bitter again, gritted her teeth, "This is the ghost king left Traces ... You not only keep the ghost king dead, but I also let you remember this heartache. "

The words didn't fall, her hand pierced the wound again, blood spattered out, the blue ribs of Mu's forehead exploded, clenched her teeth, no sound was heard, but she seemed to endure to the extreme, her eyes flickered for a moment.

The sun leapt to the sky, the sky was bright, the green mountains, the green trees, the sparkling streams, all the ugly pickles, vanished in the sun.

The water ghost escaped and the black mist disappeared in the water before the sun came out.

The teenager's body slid down, almost unconscious, and lay in the water. The cold stream of water took away the red.

The bright sun shining on the water droplets hanging over his curled eyelashes, reflecting the colorful halo, like a bright diamond.

Underground Palace, no distinction between sun and moon.

The only light was the ghostly green ghost fire on the wall, which cluttered to the distance, strange and silent. The narrow corridor is very long and empty. Stepping down, the closer to the depths of the earth, the heavier moist moisture with a musty smell is heavier, it is the soil with the smell of plant roots.

Both sides of this narrow passage are high walls, and the air is not tight. Ling Miaomiao is worried that the walls on both sides will be closed at any time, squeezing them into meat sauce.

Miao Miao and Mu Yao haven't stopped since the rift. Every time a few steps, the phantom set a level for them. Sometimes it is a large stone that fell from the sky, sometimes it is a stinger pierced by the "swoosh" in the wall, and sometimes it is a wraith that climbs up underground, with a cold one. Touching Ling Miaomiao's ankle with her hands, she cried a bit, making her scalp numb and her back cold, stomping her feet like a rubber band, and changing her legs and feet alternately.

Along the way, Ling Miaomiao was tossed into grass and trees, and even her hair bun swept across her neck, suspecting that someone was touching her neck with bad intentions in the back, widening a pair of dark apricot eyes, turning back three times.

Mu Yao's lips were chapped, his forehead was wet with sweat, his hair was sticking to his face, and there was a piece of gray on his nose, which was completely devoid of the usual decentness. Miaomiao is not much better. The eyes are facing each other. It looks like the two women who are fleeing together in the middle. Miaomiao can't help but bend her lips.

The murder organ came to an end, Mu Yao's nerves also relaxed slightly, and raised his chin: "What are you laughing at?"

Miao Miao stretched out her dirty hands and wiped the skirt with her two hands, lowering her head to tie her bun again, holding a bi-colored ribbon in her mouth, and said vaguely: "Sister Mu has never been so embarrassed."

Mu Yao was stunned first, and then he gave a gentle whisper: "I'm in embarrassment when I'm embarrassed. You haven't seen it."

After she had a meal, she seemed to think of something, half doubting and half tentatively asking: "--Asheng gave you the demon handle?"

"……Ok."

Mu Yao's expression was a bit complicated, seeming to be relieved, and seemingly worried: "Miao Miao, you jumped down with me, is it really for whisking?"

Ling Miaomiao looked up at her for a second, and the ribbon in her mouth fell off. She stretched out her hand quickly, and immediately entered the play with a pious expression: "That's natural. I like Brother Liu. There is no underground in the sky, sincere, true feelings ... "

There was a lot of confession, and it sounded like an oath.

Somehow, she said it was too formal, but it made Mu Yao feel a little teasing. In short ... a little strange, but she didn't understand the key point at all for a moment.

She nodded, interrupted her, and seemed to be a little dizzy because of the quarrel: "Okay, now that we are down, let's rescue the Fuyi together."

When she mentioned Liu Fuyi, her expression was a bit bleak.

He has always been very strong, and it seems that he has always turned danger into danger, and she has always been a bit lucky, feeling that he is invincible.

But fluke is always the most untrustworthy. Six years ago, she also naively thought that she was supported by her father and mother. Even if the Mu family decayed, it would be a golden soup. Who can think that the person who used to be so close will be a big demon disguising adult ...

Overnight, she lost her home. Now, she doesn't want to lose Liu Fuyi anymore.

Ling Miaomiao is pulling her dress corner: "Mu ... Mister Mu ..."

The girl's apricot's eyes flashed with fear, her white face was covered by chaotic shadows.

She turned her head and stood in front of more than ten tall and slender ground ghosts. Before and after, she was ready to go, like a tall and airtight metasequoia forest.

——There is shadow, there is light.

The earth ghost turned against the light, and a warm light appeared in the gap between them, and the bright and vast hall behind was vaguely visible.

Not the green fire in the groove of the wall, but the warmest, most familiar candle fire in the world.

They even reached the core of the underground palace.

Miao Miao looked inward through the gaps between the ground ghosts, first saw a row of flashing candlelights in the hall, a few pear wreath chairs, her eyes slowly moved to the right, the little girl in a red dress sitting on the main seat, Hanging legs, holding a cup of hot tea in both hands, **** lips, as if smearing adult rouge secretly.

Her jewel-like black eyes gleamed with jealousy, looking at the right.

right……

Turning his eyes to the right again, he revealed a pair of slender hands, clinging to the teacup, his hand was extremely pale, and it seemed that he had not seen light for years.

The young man sitting on the right-hand circle chair with long hair shawls, lowered eyebrows, and a gentle and gentle look, as if listening to the master seriously and politely.

Look at the full forehead, the tall nose bridge ... Ling Miaomiao sternly: Brother Liu is alive?

He drank his sleeves and drank tea. He immediately looked at the ghost's face with a smile. It seemed to be normal, but his lips were pale and bloodless. A huge screen embroidered with four gentlemen behind him looks familiar ...

Miao Miao looked carefully again, and suddenly found that the various arrangements in the palace, the circle chairs, the screens, the red plums inserted in the white bottles on the table, and even the position of the vertical candlesticks and the number of candles, are no different from Li Fu. Except for the fake window, it was black with fingers outstretched. It was like moving the hall of Li Fu to the ground alive.

Miao Miao was out of the world, and was suddenly pulled back by Mu Yao. Mu Yao was busy fighting with the endlessly fighting ghosts, but he had not looked carefully at the people in the hall.

Mu Yao was breathing more and more. The two pulled back each other, and Ling Miaomiao's back was already attached to the cold and wet wall.

The earth ghost is like a silent ghost, approaching slowly, and silently cast a group of scattered shadows.

"Rune is not enough."

Mu Yao lowered her voice, grabbed Miao Miao's hand with her backhand, and stuck her ear, "Take me one, two, three, hit this encirclement, you take the opportunity to rush out ..."

Her tone is serious and desperate, and she seems to have made plans to break through.

"No need, Sister Mu ..." Miao Miao was so hot that she was sweating, she pulled the jacket's forehead straight, and the row of dark buckles nailed to the front collapsed. A group, ready to do a big fight, "If you don't use paper, just use the devil handle. In fact, I still have a moment ..."

Before the words fell, a thick stack of runes suddenly fell out of her jacket, scattered on her insteps, and some slipped to the ground.

"... Huh?" She moved.

Yingying swayed by candlelight, the sheets of yellow and orange were stacked on top of each other, and were slightly rolled by the flowing air. The red and bright dansha became a magnificent cloud.

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