Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Three more days, the moonlight is the most prosperous. Countless tiny dust flew in the cold white beam of light, like snowflakes flying in winter.

Mu Yao fell to the ground, her eyes closed, her lashes cast a light shadow on the bottom of her eyes, and her long satin-like hair glowed under the moonlight, like the imprisoned Moon Palace fairy.

Someone slowly squatted down, reached up to lift her arm, and lifted her up from the ground. She woke up suddenly, her fingers squeezing the demon handle subconsciously. After seeing the people before me, the whole person froze, it seemed unbelievable: "Fuyi ..."

"Hush ..." The moonlight cast by the fissure hit his bloodless face, and his thick eyebrows were clearly rooted. He looked closely at Mu Yao's face with endless greed.

Mu Yao held his arm, and the glass-like pupils became more and more transparent under the moon, flashing a faint light: "You just woke up with me ... woke up?"

Unintentional people are just puppets.

However, some people are still reluctant to be a walking dead even if they have no heart. They are struggling to live on the edge of sobriety and chaos for faith and love.

He slightly hooked his lips and his face was scary, almost as if the dead man had cheated the body. He reached out and held Mu Yao's face, his hands were cold, "Silly, why not fight back?"

Mu Yao lowered his eyes to cover the tears in his eyes: "I'm not as good as others."

Her hand also stroked along his hair, and touched a large crusted wound on the back of her head. She said warmly: "Does it still hurt?"

Liu Fuyi smiled and said, "It hurts. That girl, Miao Miao, is not soft at all."

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the door, and Mu Yao looked awkwardly, looking out the door alertly.

"A sound is coming. The demon can temporarily block him." Liu Fuyi said softly, "Yaoer, I'm running out of time."

Mu Yao shook his head: "Where is your heart, I will help you get it back ..."

"Yaoer." Liu Fuyi interrupted, his expression a little tired, but still smiling softly, took out the small wooden pagoda from his arms, put it on Mu Yao's hands, lowered his eyes, "Unintentional person, How long it will last. "

"If this fails, you will take care of the demon tower." He forcibly broke Mu Yao's fist and placed her hand on the small wooden tower. "I will tell you the formula ..."

"I don't listen." She pursed her lips stubbornly, her face pale, and the moles of tears under her eyes were deserted. "You promised that you would not let me be wronged in the past. When you say that, you have to do it."

Liu Fuyi put his fingers on his temples, seeming to endure great pain.

Mu Yao held his arm in a panic: "Fuyi ..."

"Yao'er, you're obedient." Liu Fuyi put her hand down, and a faint Wuqing appeared in her eyes, holding her hand instead, trying to say something, but there was too much to explain, but she didn't know where to start. , Just repeated: "You are obedient."

"..." Her tears drowned down, her ears passed, "Then you say, I remember."

Liu Fuyi stretched out her hand and hugged her tightly into her arms. Her jaw pressed against her hair. For a long time, she let go of it reluctantly and read the formula in her ear.

"Remember, facing the fissure, by the four-moon moonlight urged to collect the demon tower ... The formula ... No outside story ..."

"it is good……"

Mu Yao leaned in his arms and felt that his frost seemed to be covered with frost on the night dew. The two were snuggling together, listening silently to the fight between the magical demon outside the door and Mu Sheng.

For a long time, Liu Fuyi patted Mu Yao's shirt: "It's almost time."

Mu Yao refused to rise, tears poured into his throat, it was bitter.

He didn't urge it, just looked at the may-like dust in the beam of light, and said flatly, "Yaoer, if this robbery can survive, will we get married?"

"……it is good."

He looked to the door, and there was a strange silence outside the door: "If this is not possible, the afterlife ... I promise you Feng Guanxia."

The door slammed open, hit the wall, and made a "bang" sound. The small porcelain bottle on the shelf rolled down and fell into pieces with a clatter.

The illusion's red dress is like a scarlet banner, and the snow-white barefoot walks on the ground step by step, and the fingertips emit a dazzling light.

Mu Sheng stumbled a few steps, almost thrown into the house by a huge force, supported a cupboard to stand firm, he quickly looked around for a week, his face changed.

Sister is not here.

The eyes of the illusion demon also swept across the empty formations on the ground, and the violent brows of the eyes were exasperated: "What about people?"

Liu Fuyi stood respectfully and bowed to the side, half of her face was hidden in the darkness: "People are tossing so badly, I will go down and shut her in the cellar."

Illusionary demon did not doubt, let go of his heart, but turned his head to look at the sound of admiration all the way with her, showing a yawning smile.

Mu Sheng looked down with her complacent gaze, and found that she was standing in the middle of a few shiny spots.

The phantom monster was full of irony and arrogant smile: "It really is the sister and the brother, and one or two drilled into the array on their own, saving me a lot of energy."

Mu Sheng found something wrong, instinctively squeezed the devil's handle, lifted his breath and wanted to leap out, suddenly stopped, then his face changed greatly, and fell into the formation.

Phantom Demon looked down at him with satisfaction, and his bright red mouth opened slightly: "It's a pity, if it's not care, then chaos, you can still consume me for a while and a half."

She raised her head to pull Liu Liuyi's hand, and put an innocent smile on her face: "Brother Liu, it's a pity to say a good reunion, and one less. It's a pity that you kept the woman there, take me to see."

The heart was away from the body. On this day, I did not drink the medicine cited by human blood. Liu Fu had no blood on his face, and his eyes were bluish.

Phantom Demon frowned, seeming to think of something, and turned to the teenager on the ground, attached to his ear and smiled: "Your sister's blood is not good, your blood ... use it more than necessary."

Her face was very close to Mu Sheng and she watched his expression deliberately.

The teenager looked at her unavoidably, with a pair of black eyes like autumn water on his white jade-like face, and a small arc at the end of his eyes, with an impenetrable charm.

There was a dull smile in his eyes, and there was no meaning to be anxious and corrupted. The corner of his mouth was raised, that provocative look, and it was a kind of provocative provocation from the same kind.

They are already defeated men, and there is no tears in the coffin ...

The illusion suddenly stood up and walked out of the room in a shadow. Liu Fuyi followed behind, silently closed the door with his backhand, and closed Mu Sheng alone in the house.

Quietly for a while, the teenager slowly got up from the ground, strode lightly out of the line, looked down at a few light spots on the ground, and a sneer flashed under his eyes.

This time, it was long gone.

At that time, he noticed a difference in his feet, and his eyes quickly passed the Liu Fuyi behind the fantasy demon. The pale puppet was also looking at him, and a glimmer of light flashed in the empty eyes.

He had always looked at Liu Fuyi's discomfort, but at that moment, the two had a tacit understanding.

——He put the demon handle on his fingertips and put it on his wrist silently, slammed it, and immediately fell pale into the formation, concealing the demon.

The temperature of Jingyangpo in the crack of Yin and Yang is extremely low, and the whispers of monsters can't be heard in the distance, and the dark clouds like clouds in the sky sometimes cover the moon.

Mu Yao stood in the high and low grass, holding the small wooden pagoda in one hand, looking down at the bottomless crack with her low eyebrow, her other hand tensed on her side, her fingers counting for seconds.

The fissures meandered towards the endless distance, like the earth opening a huge mouth, and the exposed rocks were like teeth with mouth full of sharp teeth, roaring to swallow the night sky.

Under the rift, Ling Miaomiao watched Mu Sheng enter the door, but came out unscathed Illusionary Demon and Liu Fuyi. There was an arrogant smile on the Illusionary Demon's face, and he was stunned.

... Is this a big change?

The thought changed, bad, she only looked at the door, but forgot the window ...

She couldn't help looking into the door, black hole, she couldn't see anything clearly. Black Lotus is okay, do n’t be slammed by the petals and trampled under your feet ... I just wanted to step on my feet and suddenly remembered the sound of admiration, if she dared to get out of the circle, her legs would be interrupted and her chains would hold her .

The stepped foot silently closed back.

The moonlight strip projected by the fissure shines halfway into the house, and even the pale white finger marks on the wooden furniture and the small gaps corroded by the termites can be clearly seen.

The wind raised the gauze, and the white wax on the candlestick was silently streaming with turbid tears, and a little faint warm light was swaying, and it looked extremely poor under the bright and bright silver moonlight.

Mu Sheng walked slowly around in the room, looked deeply up and down, and slowly landed on the small bed, next to a few puppets that had been ripped apart, and were obviously raised pillows.

He looked at the pillow, with a sneer smile on the corner of his mouth. Sister Aid saved the heart, presumably stepping into this trap.

Since the phantom monster is cunning and suspicious, how can it leave such an obvious clue?

He stretched out his left hand, a small safety lock hung from his fingertips, he looked up with interest, with his head raised.

Just now he was wrestling with the phantom demon, she accidentally dropped this silver flashing safety lock on her neck, let him take the opportunity to hook into the hand silently.

This lock must have been specially made by Li Jun and his wife. They were carved very carefully, light and delicate, and the chain was as thin as a thread ... otherwise it would not be so easy for him.

He looked down at the gleaming black air that appeared on the lock and bowed his head to pick up the biggest puppet on the bed.

The puppets are a bit old, the skirts are made of waste clothes, and the eyes of Kong Ming are two huge buttons. The stitches were a little rough, and no surprise, it was a toy that Ten Lady personally sewed to her daughter.

... If Sister A is more careful, she will find that this puppet, the cotton has come out, but it is still abnormally heavy.

He pulled it expressionlessly, and the remaining stitches of the puppet pulled off, and more cotton snowed on his feet. He reached into the puppet, in the bulging In the cotton, a hard box of fist size was withdrawn.

The box was close to the silver lock in his hand, and both hummed, and immediately clicked, the box opened by itself, revealing the bright red corner inside.

Before he could see it all, the teenager pressed the lid and buckled it up in a hurry.

Illusionary demon has no heart, so he has to impose the heart of others, even if it is so, he is not at ease, but also to make that puppet, hang the key around his neck, from inside to outside, grasp firmly in the palm .

Mu Sheng looked up, and the bright and bright moonlight fell on his long eyelashes like frost, and he smiled scornfully on his face.

Sister Ai Guangfengyue ... How could a demon like him easily understand the thoughts of the same kind?

He squeezed the box and pushed the door out, a few steps behind the screen.

The girl in the circle seemed tired standing, leaning against the wall softly, looking at the ground to empty, knocking on his legs from time to time, but he did not dare to squat or sit-he was too anxious to draw a circle Small, almost locked her by the wall.

She mumbled something occasionally in his mouth, he knew it without guessing, and was scolding him.

It seems that the broken leg agreement is still a deterrent. In addition to the comfort in my heart, there is actually a bloated pleasure that has never been seen-

Control her.

He shook his head, removing the absurd thought from his mind.

Ling Miaomiao suddenly saw the sound of admiration, and immediately opened her eyes: "Children ..."

He threw the box to her, and before he could say a word, he saw her look change suddenly, looking at him behind him, without a word for a while: "You ... you ..."

He understood.

The wind slammed from behind. He squinted at the ground and slammed his head to avoid it. The left hand took the demon handle and slid to the fingertips. He took a big step to grab Ling Miaomiao's waist and immediately took her back. A few steps away.

Her flared skirt looked like paint floating in the water, undulating with the waves.

The phantom demon stands behind his back, his nose and ears spreading black gas, his eyes are like red iron burnt, his voice is so low that he almost extricates the little girl's gloom, it sounds like some kind of beast roaring hoarsely : "Dare you dare to play me."

The most unacceptable thing for her is probably that Liu Fuyi can still betray her even if she becomes a puppet, and he will die with the old one.

The violent mood fluctuations of her whole person led to changes in the world of Jingyangpo, the earth palace began to shake, the green fire on the wall flickered, the pillars cracked, and the horrible sound of broken bones was made.

Ling Miaomiao was brought by Mu Sheng, holding the box and dizzy, hiding in despair.

Finished ... In the plot she encountered, she was already an invincible illusionary demon, and she even ran away.

The next second, a note was snapped on the back, and his waist was held up by him, almost pulling her internal organs out. Immediately, a transmitter was installed under her feet, pushing her directly out of the crack at a dizzying speed.

The young man's cold voice fell far below, and in a moment he could not hear: "Take your box with you."