Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Ling Miaomiao was awakened by the rattling noise behind him.

It was very cold in the middle of the night, and she felt chills on her back and the pungent smell of ink on her nose. Then she realized that she fell asleep on the table and the tip of her nose was pressing against the spread pages.

The night was deep, and the candles on her table burned to the end. There was only a little moonlight, which shined through the pane and cast four diamond-shaped spots.

"Click, click, click ..." The movement behind was still making noise, if there was no rat in the room ... it was a thief.

She shook her groggy head, quickly lit a candle, and took a candlestick to take a picture on the bed. She was so shocked that the tent was already lingering outside like a cloud of black gas. A wooden bed brush hanging in the corner of the bed is constantly noisy.

The people in the veil slept extremely uneasy, as if in a nightmare.

Earlier I heard that people who do not cry or make trouble after falling out of love are likely to hold back internal injuries, and the black lotus ... is it holding back?

She hurried over and called through the black cloud outside the tent: "Child period, child period?"

The teenager closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes quivered, and his head was covered with cold sweat.

She couldn't care much. She plunged into the black air and opened the tent. The whole person got in, shook his arm, and was shocked to find that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

"Mu Sheng, wake up!" She panicked, and a cold sweat came out of her forehead. "What's wrong with you?"

Is n’t blackening arrogant and cool, how could it be so embarrassing ...

"Ding-System Tip: The character [Mu Sheng] is temporarily in a period of spiritual leakage that has encountered major setbacks, and has not yet entered the blackening process. The task person can give the character a certain physiological stimulation, such as ..."

Spiritual leakage ... physiological stimulation ...

She was cluttered in her heart and didn't even hear the words. She climbed into bed with her hands and feet, sat on him, bowed left and right, and slapped her face in the face of his pale face. She scolded, "Isn't confession failed? Big deal, is there no one else in the world except your sister? Do n’t be so bad! Wake up! "

System: "... such as giving the character a proper kiss ..."

"..." Ling Miaomiao suddenly withdrew her hand, extremely embarrassed, and scolded: How can you talk so slowly! It hurts me ... "

The black lotus is so miserable, she will be beaten by her in a coma ...

She bowed her head apologetically, and touched his jade-like face with his hand. Fortunately, he looked at the thin-skinned face. After being beaten by her for a few times, there was no trace left. Just thinking, her fingers were suddenly caught.

His palm was hot and hot, and he dreamed, "Miao Miao ..."

"Hmm ..." Her eyes lit up, "It's me, it's me, wake up soon ..."

A scream broke in his throat.

Unexpectedly, she was turned over by a roll over him, panic-strickenly trying to get up, but her legs could not move because of his knees, and the calf bones hurt.

Her wrist was gripped and pressed to the side of the pillow. She almost didn't say anything: "Are you crazy?"

His lips came down suddenly, and she swung her head sharply. He kissed an empty space, and immediately grabbed her two slender wrists together, pressing on the top of the head, freeing a hand, holding her Lower jaw.

"you you……"

The boy's eyes closed tightly, and the arc of his eyelashes was faintly visible in the dim light.

Ling Miaomiao was so speechless that this man's eyes were closed, his consciousness was blurred, and he was so precise that she couldn't resist ...

His lips fell again, slightly off, and only printed on the corners of her lips.

Ling Miaomiao was still, and his heart was beating violently. He was cold all over him, exuding Xiao Suo's cold plum fragrance, only his lips and palm were hot.

He was in a great position, squeezing her, pinching her chin, and frightened her to tremble, only to feel that she was in danger of escape.

Who knows, the kiss that fell is unexpectedly soft, and a little bit, the dragonfly dots the water, it seems that it is not like a plunder, but it is ... pleasing.

Even though he has overwhelming advantage, he is still humble.

Then she calmed down from the panic, her face was hot, and the two people's breaths were entangled in one place, only to hear him suddenly speak in the dark, still like a dream: "Will you stay with me?"

"..."

She just froze for a moment, and his kiss suddenly became violent, even biting on her pink lips.

"... Hmm!" She responded suddenly in panic.

"Never leave?" He asked next, his voice low.

She blinked: "In this world ... never leave."

He seemed to finally get the promise, and then he lost consciousness and turned aside.

The black clouds outside the tent suddenly dispersed, revealing a bright moonlight.

From now on ... the only one in heaven and on earth.

Is the other side.

It is also home to Hong Kong.

Ling Miaomiao was awakened by twittering birds, and the sunlight fell on her eyelids, hot and hot.

She couldn't open her eyes and turned lazily on the bed ...

Suddenly sober, he sat up straight and pinched the quilt on his body.

The quilt covered her securely, the tent was put down, and there was no one beside him.

She was startled, she lifted her tent and sat up, barefooted her shoes on the ground and looked out with her neck.

No one in the room ...

I did n’t see a figure early in the morning, so I would n’t run out to revenge on society ... she rubbed her cheeks, forced herself to calm down, and quickly put on her coat.

Just after wearing a sleeve, the door was pushed open with a "squeak". She was surprised to see Mu Sheng coming in from the door in full dress, and sat naturally at the table.

He looked almost as usual, his movements did not freeze, his expression was normal, it seemed that everything last night was her dream.

"You ... where have you been?" She carefully crawled off the bed and pulled the stool away from him.

"I'm going to ask A-si for morning tea." He smiled wildly, with the deceitful beauty of the young man, just like he first saw him.

Sister ... Mu Yao? Isn't it supposed to have ... cracked ...

"Oh ..." She couldn't tell whether she was surprised or disappointed. She sat at the table and felt strangely sour in her heart. "How come you suddenly went to sister Mu for tea today?"

"I have something to discuss with her." He poured the tea quietly and pushed the tea cup in front of her.

Ling Miaomiao took a bit of an uneasy sip and couldn't help but asked: "What's the matter ..."

"You and my marriage."

"Poof--" She spit out tea and immediately coughed, tears pouring down her eyes. Mu Sheng came over and took Ling Miaomiao, who was coughing upside down, into her arms, and patted her back gently.

Ling Miaomiao earned it from his arms and looked at him in a deer-like eye without blinking: "What do you mean?"

The original body seems to be married to Mu Sheng, but this is not the way to marry. It seems that Mu Sheng has used some means to control her ... He hasn't sorted it out yet, and he can't even come forward to propose it?

Mu Sheng's eyes narrowed, reflecting her, the bottomless black, and he would drown after seeing it: "Marry me, isn't it?"

"I ..." She only felt shocked, "You ... are too sudden."

"..." The smile on the teenager's face was slightly convergent, and he slowly squatted down, lying on her knees and looking up, the pair of autumn-like eyes were hidden by the distinct eyelashes, and the black was amazingly bright: "I ... don't want to wait any longer."

Ling Miaomiao pulled her knee away, a little further away from him, a little unbelievable: "But you only confessed to Sister Mu yesterday ..."

"I didn't confess." His expression froze, and he stood up and looked down at her, "Sister Ai, it's just Sister Ai."

Ling Miaomiao's sensitive perception that the kind of enthusiasm and intimacy that he contained when he said the word "Sister Ai" disappeared. The words spit out from his mouth, very indifferent, without any emotion.

The teenager ’s hand gently pinned the girl ’s curling hair behind her ear, and her fingers accidentally rubbed her pinna, causing her to tremble subconsciously. His tone was very calm, “If you do n’t like it, cut it off. Not bad. "

"..." Ling Miao Miao stared blankly at his face, only to feel that the temperament of his whole body had turned upside down again, making her a little afraid to act lightly.

"Children?" She tentatively called.

"Well." He looked at her with a familiar eye, which made her let go of most of her hearts.

—It ’s just him, but it ’s just weird.

"I think ..." She hesitated, her eyelashes trembling. "I think this kind of thing is still in a hurry ..."

"You still have Liu Fuyi in your heart?" He interrupted suddenly, his fingers clenched tightly, and his eyes were dull.

"I……"

She seemed to be silenced, the word "no" could not spit out anything, and a series of red cross alarms sounded in her mind.

She came to understand that in task one, she was always the one who secretly loved Liu Fuyi.

If the task does not end in a day, she will be involuntary.

"What's the matter with Brother Guanliu?" She had to change her way, frantically rubbing her temple, which was tormented by pain, and the tears were all in her eyes.

This picture looks in Mu Sheng's eyes, but it is another kind of contemptuous scene.

"What should I do?" Mu Sheng asked softly, and the whole body was more chilly. The dark and moist eyes fixed her. For a long time, there was a paranoid seriousness in the tone: "You promised me, stay with me, and never leave . "

"Children, listen to me ..."

The teenager pinched her chin and lifted her eyes, her eyes lingering on her face, even with infinite fascination and pain, it took a long time to lightly lift her thin lips, "Ling Miao Miao, my heart is for you, can you try to like it I?"

She stared at him: "I ..."

After a series of silences, her head was about to explode, holding the system prompt, eagerly saying, "I really don't hate you, child ..."

She had pulled his hand down anxiously, hugged her head, and hammered twice.

Things like men other than Liu Fuyi cannot be said independently through Ling Yu's mouth ... Now it is three-quarters progress, and after one quarter, she is truly free.

He looked at her and gave a low chuckle, the answer clearly could not satisfy him.

The deep colors in his eyes became more intense, like the dark night full of overflowing, with her legs against her knees, and put one hand on her shoulder, seemingly intimate, but with a little effort, direct Pushed her on the chair.

"Child period ..." She looked up blankly, struggling, a little flustered, "Mu Sheng, Mu Sheng ..."

He turned a deaf ear.

The rapid change of light and dark in the eyes, as if there were dark clouds, gathering and dispersing, suddenly clear and clear, and suddenly not bottomed out.

Ling Miaomiao looked into his eyes with horror: Is he destined to blacken once, after prolonging for such a long time, it is still unavoidable, and not for Mu Yao, but ...

He smiled slowly, as if the spring flowers were blooming, the initial tone was very soft, "You can dislike me, we can start from the beginning. It's just ... want to marry Liu Fuyi ..." The anger is frightening, "dreaming."

... but for her.

The corners of his lips were hooked, his smile was warm, and his fingers were already on the slender and beautiful hair bands.

late.

The struggling girl froze suddenly, staring uncontrollably at his beautiful eyes.

He squatted down, paused, with a tempting taste, and said one by one: "You like me."

She slowly said "I ..."

But he stopped talking.

There was a trace of annoyance in his eyes, and he repeated paranoidly: "You like me."

"I ... hi ... happy you." She finally spit out a few words with difficulty.

Almost at the same time, the anti-bite caused by other people's intentions suddenly gnawed at his heart. He opened his eyes wide, covered his heart, and spit out blood.

Carelessly wiped off the sleeves, a few traces of bright red enchantment on pale lips. He went on with his own way: "You are willing to marry me."

"I ... will ... marry ... for you."

It was another look, his face pale, the green muscles almost burst, and after a moment, the corner of his mouth still overflowed with a hint of dark red.

"Okay, that's it ... that's the way to go." He slowly pressed down the odor between his throats, smiled and put his face on her knees, grabbed the soft skirt corner she draped on the ground, in his hand Play softly.

For a long time, the eyelashes trembled and seemed to mutter to himself, "Don't refuse me, I ... can't bear your rejection."

Borrowing the power of the bewitching, soul-stirring, can only last for seven days. On the 7th, it was enough for him to get everything done.

It ’s so greedy, so inferior ... He ’s like a junkie, having one day, he will indulge one day, and then, and then ...

He was afraid to think about the future.

Ling Miaomiaomu has no focus. He touched the man on his lap, fingers circled his hair in circles, and asked curiously like a child: "... What are you doing in the childhood?"

He caught her hand, kissed her finger tenderly with his eyes closed, and answered what was asked: "This life, this world, you have to accompany me."

The author has something to say: Q: Why didn't he respond so much when Mr. Ling confuses Ji?

A: What he reverses is not his mind, but his system.