Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Illusionary devil lazily leaned on the back of the chair and trimmed her nails. On her small hands, all ten fingers were painted with red and bright Dancome. It looked like a slight violation of her **** lips and the brow between her eyebrows.

It was n’t that she loved the body of this five-year-old girl, but the illusion that was born naturally. The only short board was the inability to humanize. Only this ready-made body could be used by her. For this reason, she slept for a long time and wanted to come Really suffocated.

With such suffocation, she vented to these few alchemists who were overwhelming and let her play around.

"Brother Liu ..." Her eyelids lifted slightly, calling lazily, "I'm a little hungry."

Liu Fuyi stood beside her, like a loyal knight, and immediately said obediently and thoughtfully: "I'll go to the kitchen and get some food for you."

There was a humming smile in the phantom demon's nose, a strange smile: "Okay."

Liu Fuyi walked far away, her steps were not fast, and even her back showed a sense of independence.

The phantom demon reached out and looked at his cut nails: in fact, this palace is an empty shell, and there is nothing in the kitchen. The so-called life is just like making a living in accordance with the days of Li Fu.

It was just hundreds of years of loneliness and loneliness. Now she is accompanied by this puppet. Even if the fireworks are fake, she feels very satisfied.

Liu Fuyi entered the kitchen.

There was only Ling Miaomiao in the kitchen. The girl was wearing a light-colored shirt skirt, standing sideways, looking down at the casserole, but the stove was cold.

"Why don't you boil the medicine?" He approached her silently, the cold indigo dress swinging in the wind, with a strange coercion, Ling Miaomiao looked up, panic-stricken, hesitant, timid Tao: "Brother Liu ..."

"What's wrong?" He asked coldly.

The girl stretched out her thin fingers and carefully pointed to the stove, giggling, "Fire ..."

He Zunzun bent over to see, in the black hole, firewood piled up messily, frowning: "What's wrong with the fire?"

Her voice rang above him, and there was some lingering voice: "The fire won't light ..."

Liu Fuyi breathed a sigh of relief and thought something was wrong. It turned out to be such a trivial matter.

Just about to get up, Ling Miaomiao's hand behind his back suddenly stretched out, holding the white porcelain bottle with red plum in the living room, and smashed it in the back of his head.

The broken pieces of porcelain cracked to the ground, a little blood stained like red plum, and ticked on the fragments. Liu Fuyi's body slid silently down the stove and fell to the ground.

"Brother Liu is right ... I'm sorry, I will let you call back ..."

Ling Miaomiao's heart beats and her legs were cramping unconsciously. In a very distorted posture, she dragged Liu Fuyi's body with her teeth, moved a position, and helped him sit against the stove.

His long strands of hair covered his face, and Miao Miu straightened his face, and his hair was well-organized, looking like he was sitting on the ground taking a nap.

The ground endgame took her foot aside, and she pulled out the only five runes left from her sleeve. Because of her trembling hands, she pulled out three times before pulling it out. Her palms were wet with sweat.

She followed the way Mu Yao called her, affixed her notes on the ground around Liu Fuyi, and listened to the outside movement with her ears upright, afraid of an inattention, the phantom demon came out and sniffed her neck.

The last piece of rune paper was affixed, and the handwriting on several pieces of rune paper flashed at the same time, sensing each other, indicating that there was no deviation in the position where she posted, and it would take effect immediately.

Ling Miaomiao patted her skirt and stood up, walking backwards out of the circle formed by runes. When she approached the door, she slammed the casserole with the bamboo rod leaning against the door. The ceramic casserole rolled from the table to the ground and roared. It shattered and made a huge noise.

She threw down the bamboo pole and turned to run out of the kitchen quickly. The corridor was not exposed to light, almost dark, illuminated by the cold red hexagonal light on the beam. When she ran agilely with her skirt on, the hexagonal wind light moved with the wind. The hanging tassel rotates back and forth.

She flashed into the hall, hiding behind the huge screen. Through the gap in the screen, you can see the phantom monster who is trimming her nails dropping the scissors, jumping off the chair, and walking towards the kitchen suspiciously. The little girl walks like a cat, and there is almost no sound: "Brother Liu? What's wrong?"

The demon walked away.

Behind the screen, the room that was always locked creaked a crack. Miao Miao saw Mu Yao's cold Liuli pupil through the crack of the door. Mu Yao nodded at her and immediately closed the door silently.

The shaking of the hexagonal wind lamp stopped slowly, and the trance of red light on the ground no longer changed, and everything returned to silence. Ling Miaomiao's drenched back was attached to the icy wall, almost standing herself as a pillar.

If your luck is normal, once the phantom demon approaches Liu Fuyi, who is knocked out, she will be temporarily trapped by the array of five runes. Mu Yao will take this opportunity to enter the room of the magic demon to grab the heart of Liu Fuyi.

According to their discussion, Miao Miao stood at the door and looked at the wind. Once the situation changed, she knocked on the door three times and reminded Mu Yao to come out.

She was standing alone behind the screen, staring anxiously at the corner. She stared at the corner several times, and the cup bow and snake saw the corner of the ghost monster.

The room is large, divided by a screen embroidered with green bamboo and divided into two. Close to the door is the big bed where Ten Niangzi and Li Zhun sleep. These days, the magic demon makes Liu Fuyi sleep here so that she can be sent at any time.

The tents on the bed were hanging properly, the quilts were neatly stacked, and no creases were seen on the sheets.

... is the style of Liu Fuyi, Mu Yao smiled lightly.

The room was only illuminated by candlelight, and the screen style blocked the first layer, which seemed dim and ambiguous. Mu Yao's eyes went on for a week, and no abnormality was found. He tightened his back and bypassed the screen.

Behind the screen is a small bed. There are a few puppets beside the pillow that have been ripped and leaked, and there are little tigers. There are also dolls. The puppets are next to the puffed pillows.

——The pillow looked a bit tall for the five-year-old girl. Mu Yao approached slowly, stretched out her long fingers, and lifted the pillow to a corner.

Under the pillow, there was an adult slap-sized dark box. Her heart beat quickly, and the box was pulled out. A lock was drawn on the mouth of the box with a child's graffiti, but it was tightly closed. She broke it with both hands and failed to open it.

This lock was originally the seal of the fantasy demon painting.

She drenched her sweaty shirt on her back, held the hard object in one hand, and quickly found a rune paper in her hand, covering the lock. The moment the rune paper was attached, it twisted, wrinkled, and immediately burned Ashes.

She didn't believe in evil, and posted another one, and the rune paper burned again quickly. As the ashes fell, Mu Yao suddenly found the lock on the box disappeared.

With a joy in her heart, she trembles to lift the box.

The pupil dilated suddenly-the box was empty.

In a trance, a breeze blew over her head, the candlelight swayed strangely, and the room was full of phantoms. She looked up sharply, and Liu Fuyi looked like a ghost, sitting silently in the window, looking at the face without expression. Holding her.

She stepped back two steps, the skirt wobbled, and a few shiny spots on the ground suddenly appeared, forming a circle, like the bottom cover of an iron cage, waiting to close the net.

"Boom rumble--"

The palace shook suddenly, and the trance made people have the illusion of sailing on the water. Immediately, Qinghui splashed down like water, splashing into a silver band of light. The place illuminated by the moonlight, even a few silk paintings on the screen The score of dumb ink exposure is almost instant.

The crack has opened!

Ling Miaomiao couldn't believe her eyes. According to the original story, it is necessary to wait for the illusionary monster to face Mu Yao before opening the crack to borrow the power of the world. But they all acted ahead of time, things were going well, the illusion did not return as soon as they went, and she was the only one in the hall. Why did the crack open suddenly?

She stared at the closed door: Could it be that Mu Yao had something wrong under her eyelids?

In front of her, a dark shadow passed by, with a burst of floral and sweet smell. She was pushed back a few steps, stumbled into the darkness, and was suddenly pressed against the wall.

The spine suddenly touched the cold wall, and she instinctively wanted to escape. The man had already attached it, using her body to hold her between him and the wall, before she screamed, she covered it Her mouth.

"..."

Ling Miaomiao stared at the gap between the screen and saw the magic demon red clothes corner. The little girl walked back to the hall in a gloomy and silent way, circled a week without expression, and went out again without finding them.

Ling Miaomiao shuddered at the moment he touched the glance of the ghost. Her eyelashes flickered slightly, and she looked down with her eyes down, her fingers were out of reach in the dark, and it was in vain to look again.

Her heartbeat was disturbed for a while. If she didn't hide it just now, she would be a living target exposed in front of the demon.

The two were clinging to each other, her eyelashes were about to sweep to the chest of his chest, and she was almost surrounded by the sound of admiration.

It seems that as soon as the gap opens, he will come, and the plot has not changed because of her ingenuity.

just……

The hot temperature of the palm of her hand is transferred to her lips, just like ironing her mouth with an electric iron.

This man has a fever and is still burning very hard.

The demon walked around and left again. Mu Sheng let go of his hand, took a step back, turned and walked to a place where there was light, Miao Miao left the wall, lifted the skirt and followed him a few steps.

Mu Sheng turned to look at her, his voice was very soft, and the words in his words were ridiculous, it sounded like a world of another world: "You think that blocking your face, the illusion will not see you?"

"..."

Yeah. She reacted suddenly, and her feet could be exposed under the screen, but she was blind, but why was she stupid?

"what happened?"

He saw her lower her head in silence, pinched her chin, raised her face, and forced her to look at herself.

Ling Miaomiao looked at his familiar black eyes with amazement, and then slowly lowered her eyelashes, her eyes carefully falling on the hand that raised his face.

He would never do such an aggressive action before.

In the original book, Mu Sheng was left alone on the fissure, and he resented that his sister cared about Liu Fuyi's disregard for his life and jumped out of the fissure.

But now the situation is a little different. She pushed the plot ahead of time, and the rift opened in advance. The admiration of jumping into the rift in advance was much more embarrassed than in the original. She was a little worried that he would just faint in the next second.

If he is blackened, he cannot let himself appear so disrespectfully; if he is not blackened, this reaction is now ...

The forced eyes meet, her eyes blink: "You ... have a fever."

Mu Sheng let out his hand in a daze, staring at the girl's face with some confusion, only to feel chaotic in his heart.

She can see it so far away?

Miao Miao reached out her hand to see if the wound on his shoulder healed, and fearing to hurt him, he gently touched the clothes under his shoulder.

Is wet.

She suddenly flashed black and white eyes, glared at the admiration, and was a little angry: "... Have you heard what I told you?"

"..."

"It's impossible not to hear it. I shouted so loudly that half of Yangyangpo could hear it."

"..."

"Isn't it important to save your life? How do you make yourself like this?"

He stared at her, and he stopped talking, and after a long while, his eyes were low and unheard of: "... I heard."

heard it. It was the nail that was instantly nailed into the pile, like the lightning that could not refuse to cut the sky, and the dream at midnight is still the last sentence of this crisp and sweet.

But what's the use?

But it's just a word of kung fu. It doesn't take her a minute. The person in front of him can jump through the cracks for Liu Fuyi.

His cold eyes fell on her waist, and he suddenly raised his eyes, flashing with anger in his eyes: "What about the sachet?"

Miao Miao pointed her finger in her innocent face: "I pretend here."

There was some ambiguity in this action, which suddenly made him feel that she seemed to be pointing at her heart.

Miao Miao touched the sachet in her arms through her clothes and complained: "Take this sachet tightly. If you don't move it, it will fall off. Let me find it everywhere on the ground."

A few strange emotions swelled quickly in his eyes, like floating stones in the lake, gentle ripples spreading circle by circle. His long eyelashes overturned, covering the emotions in his eyes: "Well, I won't lose it after I go back."