Black Lotus Tactics Manual

This was Miao Miao's first attempt to reach out and hug him.

Mu Sheng froze for a moment, daring not to move, even breathing without knowing it lightly, all her attention was silently concentrated on the place where her hand caught. He felt Miaomiao hugged his waist, tightened twice, and whispered: "I didn't go to the flower break today. When Sister Mu returns, let them repeat it for you?"

It was originally for this.

For a while he could not tell the taste of the unknown.

No one cares about his affairs, but now some people are more interested than themselves.

He paused and responded obediently: "Well."

Ling Miaomiao finished the appease and was about to draw her hand back, but his arm snapped quickly, pressing her hand on his waist in a rogue manner.

Miao Miao couldn't help crying, she didn't struggle anymore, and under the dim candlelight, she humped him in such a weird posture, and suddenly whispered: "Son, are you afraid to hear that story?"

Murong's story is more than half over, and he should be able to guess how quickly he turned back.

He had been searching for the truth for so long, but before approaching him, he felt timid near home.

For a long while, he didn't hear an echo. She extended her finger, poked his chest, and her eyelashes flickered a few times: "Even if it's true ... that's the thing of the past. It's been a long time."

He kept silent and rubbed her waist repeatedly, touching it warmly for a long while, reaching for her behind his back and pressing her into his arms.

Miao Miao only had a thin layer of pyjamas, which she just wore casually. The two's bodies were clinging tightly. She felt a little uncomfortable and pushed her chest, like a small animal struggling.

"Well, I'm afraid." His voice suddenly came low from the top of his head.

Ling Miao Miao paused, did not earn any more, looked up at his chin, mumbled: "Have you ever heard a sentence: Heroes don't ask about origin?"

After talking, I felt a little whispered, as if to add an argument. He pecked gently on his cold neck. He was not very skilled. The police felt like a woodpecker holding a bug.

He stiffened and tightened his arms. At that moment, he drew all his attention. He leaned on his neck and waited for a while, but he didn't wait for the second time.

He paused, his eyelashes twitched slightly, and he was aggrieved: "Is it gone?"

"... what?" Ling Miaomiao's free hand was playing with the black beads adorned with his nightgown, and suddenly heard questions and was puzzled.

The boy's eyes were dull, he hooked the corners of his lips in the dim candlelight, pinched her chin, looked down at her, her eyes glowed with water, and deliberately said, "... I'm not even as good as a cockroach in the gutter, what is it? hero……"

Ling Miaomiao looked at his eyes with anger: "Cockroaches still feel like they are living strangely and moisturizing. Where is it like you ..."

Having said that, he felt sour in his heart, his emotions turned up, hooked his neck and kissed and bite, several times his lips accidentally rubbed against the boy's throat, causing his eyes to be dark and dark.

She just let go and pushed him with little force, hating: "What the **** are you talking about."

As soon as her anger disappeared, she touched the corner of her mouth subconsciously, and then reached out to touch a few shallow tooth marks on his neck, froze, and there was a cold behind her.

She probably made the Black Lotus teaching crooked. When she was impulsive and wanted to hit him, it was her mouth that was subconscious ...

Before he could understand, he was turned over and suppressed.

The teenager kissed her hair, then breathed quickly on the side of her neck, his hand rubbing her waist, and asked restraintly on the side of her ear, "Is it good again?"

"Please stay." Mu Yao chased breathlessly. "Can the part omitted from the story tell us originally?"

The old man pondered a little and asked, "Which section does the Alchemist want to listen to?"

"In the room, Mr. Zhao asked Murong to negotiate, what did they say?"

The old man caressed his forehead and said with a strong smile: "Don't hide from you, the memory in that bead is limited, many places are broken, there are many things, or the little old man himself smoothed out and guessed.

"So what did they say about your patchwork?"

He sighed and said: "Mr. Zhao went to ask Murong's identity. Murong was silent first and then told him the truth. He said himself ..." He glanced carefully at Mu Yao, "said that he is not a person, is ... ... Yes ... "He seemed a little unsure, and the syllable would vomit in his mouth.

"Charming girl." Liu Fuyi accepted in time. Mu Yao was pale, but did not interrupt.

"Yes, Charm." The old man's eyes lit up, and he asked nervously, "This Charm, is it a demon? I'm just afraid to speak out and cause panic, so I have to delete this section."

Mu Yao has a complex look, twisting her subconsciously with her fingertips, and doesn't seem to want to accept the reality: "Is it really a charming girl?"

Liu Fuyi said: "The charming girl is born with no tears. If she sobbs in pain, she will only cry blood. In that pile of transparent tears, there will be a blood bead."

He paused, raised his hand, and motioned the old man to continue.

"Mr. Zhao's face is ugly, and she is only repeatedly asked why she is bewitching herself and why she is deceiving herself?"

"Murong was stunned for a while, and said he didn't, but Zhao Gongzi didn't believe it. He seemed to be holding his breath, and soon he packed up and left."

Zhao Gongzi is arrogant and arrogant. On some things, once he has preconceived guesses, he will inevitably be stubborn and stubborn.

The more you care, the more suspicious, the more you can't stop thinking.

And the charming girl is beautiful and beautiful, born to be a bewitching embryo, she argues that she is sincere, how many people will believe it?

Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi were speechless for a while. After a while, Liu Fuyi whispered something to Mu Yao. The latter turned back to the flower fold.

When she walked away, Liu Fuyi asked in a low voice: "When the child was born, could it be abnormal?"

"..." The old man was silent for a while and smacked his mouth. "When I was born, my skin was as white as snow, my ears were sharp, and my baby's hair grew to cover my forehead. But on the second day, it became like a normal baby. "

"Oh, right." He suddenly thought of something and gestured, "When the child was a child, his hair grew so fast that he grew from shoulder to waist overnight, and the day before he left the flower break, his mother came out of the drawer He took out a pair of large scissors and seemed to hesitate for a long time before holding him and cutting it. "

"What kind of scissors?"

The old man recalled: "The kind of scissors the farmer cuts the grass, only the crescent is carved on the shaft of the scissors."

"Broken Moon Shear?" Liu Fuyi murmured quietly, wondering secretly.

Mu Yao came back and asked, "What's Zhao Gongzi called?"

"I don't know. I just heard that Murong once called him" light love "."

Zhao ... Qinghuan ...

High-profile big households ... Changan City ...

Mu Yao didn't relieve the gods for a while, the protagonist in this story was actually the younger brother of Zhao Tairu Zhao Qinru ... light waiting.

Today, the piles and pieces make her feel terrified. She catches the children adopted by the demon family, and the biological mother is actually a tricky demon.

This big demon is also a charming girl ... so ... Is it related to "her", or ...

She fell into deeper contemplation: If Qingyi was really Mu Sheng ’s biological father, then under what circumstances did the piece of jade in his hand come ... Why did father and mother lie and say that Asheng is in a monster nest Did you pick it up?

He had a dream. In the dream, the horseshoe darted across the window. The thin strips of light and shadow were scattered. In a small room, he was lying on the window sill, looking at the window.

This is not the embroidered building with **** red bills, and the people around them are not speaking of the soft southern dialect. Occasionally, horseshoes passed by, raising yellow dust.

He knew that this was not his home.

There are a few staggered red marks on the bare thin spine, and there are blue and purple nail marks on the arms, which are scarred and scarred.

In this dark room, the tenderness and love he once had disappeared.

The woman sat on her knees on the cushion behind him, and she made eyebrows in front of a shabby mirror. She gave her beautiful face with a gorgeous mask, and her eyebrows flew diagonally, like that Sword.

The sky dome reflected in the dark eyes slowly changed from azure to faint yellow.

He lay by the window all day, looking forward to the light, but he didn't know who he should wait for.

Sometimes, I just watched the swallows under the eaves build a nest in the mud, and have n’t waited to build it. The little beggar on the street took a stick and the nest collapsed, and a few small eggs broke the ground A thick juice flows desperately from the debris of the mud spot.

The swallow flapped his wings and wailed in the air, staring openly, but homeless.

The beggars smiled cruelly and lay on the ground to scramble for the eggs.

He flinched back, his fingers resting on the mullion chilling.

There is a shadow on the top of the head. The inferior aroma on her accompanied him by the wind, and he turned his head, and she looked down at him with a cold smile on her lips: "Are you hungry?"

He blinked his eyes unnaturally, covering his stomach, pursing his lips, and screamed: "Hungry."

"Hungry." She smiled, slowly squatted down, hugged his neck, twisted it over, forced him to look out, the cold fingers made him tremble, "Did you see?" She pointed outside The ragged beggars, "Go, eat with them."

He recoiled straight, his anxiety getting heavier and heavier: "Mother ..."

"Mother can't afford you." She concluded, the smile on her face was vicious, "You go to ask for food, if you want to come, steal, grab."

She looked at him, and the smile in her chestnut pupils seemed like a curse that she couldn't get rid of. "If this is not possible ..." Her gorgeous red lips lightly opened, "Go to die."

"..." He shuddered and hugged her legs in a panic as she turned and left, like a drowning man grasping the last line of life.

"Mother ..." He sent out an animal-like panic cry, "I am obedient, I am obedient ..."

Can you not leave me ...

She turned back violently, pinched his small neck with red Dancome's ten fingers, and pressed him directly against the shabby low window, which made a hoarse creak.

The hatred in her eyes surged, "If it weren't for you, why did I fall into such a situation?"

He opened his mouth without making a sound, and she took the lead to release her hand. He slid against the window and fell to the ground, coughing, leaving two purple pinch marks on the snowy neck.

She squatted down and looked down at him, looking like a dying puppy. She stroked his hair with pity, and there was still coldness in her words: "Xiaosheng'er, you must be good. Before killing him, go ask for food, eh?"

"Mother won't want you. When you kill him, mother will take you away, wherever you want to go, wherever you go, okay?"

After she calmed down, she promised to be exceptionally gentle.

A child is always easy to spoof, even without spoofing, as long as she smiles at him as before, he will have everything.

With a little cautious expectation, he got rid of the scar and forgot the pain, and approached her again: "Where ... where is the mother?"

She corrected the hairpin silently and smiled slightly: "Mother has more important things to do."

She lowered her head, stroked his face, sharp nails, and rubbed his cheeks several times, "Does Xiaoshenger like younger brothers and sisters?"

Her hands were extremely cold, like a piece of ice against him, and he was so frozen that he shook his head instinctively.

He thought, mother was crazy, where did your brother and sister come from?

She smiled happily: "Well, so good. Mother doesn't like them either-they can't run anymore."

Someone folded the quilt in two folds and wrapped it around him. The quilt was too thick, so the corners were curled up. She mumbled a few words and turned over to press her body.

She hugged him with his hands and feet across the quilt, as tightly as a bear hugging a tree trunk.

He opened his eyes, just opposite her eyes, and the people in front of him suddenly startled, immediately put his arms and legs down and rolled to the side.

The corner of the quilt immediately turned up, and his hand stretched out of the quilt. He reached out and took the girl into his arms. Her face was close to his heart, a warm ball.

This heat directly radiated to the limbs and corpses, and finally his normal blood flowed through his veins, and he pulled out of the cold like an ice cave.

"Is it still cold?" She asked.

"..."

"You've been trembling just now." Her eyelashes moved, tickling the skin on his chest, and asked persistently again, "... Is it cold?"

He closed his eyes and kissed her warm cheeks bit by bit: "It's not cold anymore."

The sunlight was projected from the top of the tent, and each spot was gentle and bright. The girl walking in the sun, with a bright and warm warmth, generously plunged into his arms and hugged him.

Warm as if dreaming.

The author has something to say: "I got an active hug and kiss today." Shengmei bit her pen and wrote down with satisfaction.

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Before the first piece of memory, the timeline here, Xiao Sheng'er had a day on the streets of Chang'an.