Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Don't eat, you take it away!" Ling Miaomiao was angry at the rabbit and felt angry, but in his hand, according to the rabbit's butt, he took a big bite and scolded grievously while biting hard: "You have disease."

Mu Sheng pinched the apple, black eyes stared at her without blinking, put all the expressions into his eyes, and sighed in his heart.

She looks like this ... so cute.

Ling Miaomiao finished eating the apple, calmed down, and lowered her voice: "Children, you let me go and say well."

The dangerous color on his face hadn't faded yet, the corners of his eyebrows showed some vivid colors, and his eyelashes were drooping, like a poisonous demon flower: "Just like that."

"How do you say this?" Ling Miaomiao stomped him, suffocating with anger, and held her for a long while, holding a serious accusation, "You ... you don't respect people!"

Not only does she not respect her, but also does not respect the entire female group, she is subdued by strength, who is it!

Mu Sheng looked at her, and the paranoid attachment in his eyes was like a thick night. He leaned over and touched her lips reverently, with a lingering tone of voice, again like a coquetry: "I love you."

"..." Miao Miao opened her mouth silently.

Time passed by one minute and one second.

"When do you want to tie me?" Her throat was a little dumb, and she cleared her throat, and her tone was a little bit stunned, with a little grievance in the end, it sounded like she was coquettish, "I'm about to break my arm ... "

Mu Sheng suddenly raised his eyes and quickly collected the demon handle.

Ling Miaomiao's hands were suddenly liberated, before he could retract it. He pressed down very gently along her arm, struck a few times along the veins of the blood vessel, and looked up at her, "Does it still hurt?"

Ling Miaomiao shook her head and looked at him hopefully, seeing that he had just unscrewed the demon handle of her wrist. She didn't mean to untie the ribbon, and her expression quickly collapsed, exasperated: "It hurts. "

His eyes narrowed, and a flash of pity passed, "I'll help you press again." He rubbed her elbows patiently for ten minutes and asked, "Are you better?"

When he looked up at the person, the angle between Hitomi and upper eye line was just right, and all his minions were hidden, leaving only the innocent beauty, and it was hated.

Ling Miaomiao bit her lip and leaned weakly on the back of the chair, looking at the beam above her head: "I want to drink water."

He paused, and the tea cup was delivered to her lips.

Miao Miao is like a little bird in a cage. He pecks a few drops of Ganquan on his master's arm, almost succumbing to a firebird, and blows hair in his palm.

Miao Miao deliberately sent him to and fro, and ran back and forth around a small room for a quarter of an hour. He was still impatient, but became more and more excited.

Moreover, the softer her tone, the more patient and gentle he was, and the brighter the light in his eyes, almost to the point of burning.

Ling Miaomiao slumped against the back of the chair and thought, she probably understood how she could get away.

——Crying for a moment, the black lotus is most afraid of her tears, as if it is not water but hot lava.

Moreover, it must not be that kind of awe-inspiring cry, but to ask her to be pitiful, the pear blossom with rain, and begging him to cry.

Miao Miao flashed Kyoko's eyes, looking calmly at the teenager's profile, and silently raised goose bumps on her back.

——Wait for your next life.

She thought angrily.

Neither of them noticed a few yellow water stains on the roots of the adjacent wall, like the footprints of the invisible giant who walked the wall, step by step.

After another ten minutes, Miao Miao couldn't sit still: "Child period ..."

Mu Sheng raised his eyes: "Huh?"

She blushed crimson uncontrollably on her cheeks, hesitated, brave enough to make herself as proud and indifferent as possible: "I want a small solution."

The teenager was silent for a moment.

After a while, he walked towards her and leaned over to remove the ribbon from her. Ling Miaomiao hadn't had time to snicker, and he heard him quietly whisper in her ear: "I'll hold you."

"..." The caper in her eyes suddenly turned into monstrous anger, shrinking back, "I don't want to go anymore, you go, go!"

"..." Mu Sheng let go, and his dark eyes looked at her innocently, seeming at a loss.

Ling Miaomiao turned her head and ignored him, **** the skirt irritably, regretting it.

——I knew I should n’t drink so much water just now.

A thin gust of wind came from my ears, and suddenly a familiar rancid smell came across my face, suddenly sucking into my lungs and burning my nose.

Then there was a loud bang, and she looked back in amazement, a black cloud formed a wall, almost to open the roof, and stretched out two hands in the black cloud, pinching Mu Sheng's neck.

Ling Miaomiao's feet were hot, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of water, and the corner of the skirt dragged on the ground was soaked in a circle.

The figure of the boy loomed beneath the black cloud, his face flushed red, and the green muscles of his forehead blew up, before he could make a sound.

"Xiao Sheng'er, after drinking so much blood from you, I really can't bear to kill you."

The voice rang loudly.

She condensed all the power accumulated in these days. Not only did her body expand several times, her voice also became rough, and it sounded more and more intimate when she was close to the Wanjiang ship.

With little harassment and harassment, the Water Ghost finally played enough. She remembered the **** enmity. This time, I was caught off guard, attacked with venom, and attacked the other party in one fell swoop.

Regardless of means, he must die.

There was a layer of cold sweat on Ling Miaomiao's back, and the cold climbed up the backbone.

The devil's handle on the table was lying brightly. Just now he had to unload it in order to bind her, but he hadn't come back yet. White Blade, don't even have a handy weapon ...

The indifferent and provocative color hung on the teenager's face. He let the water ghost pinch, and stretched out a hand in a difficult attack. The fingers touched and "bang-" burst into an orange. 'S spark, but not towards the face of the water ghost, but over her, the path came from a distance.

"boom."

The spark fell precisely on the knot of the ribbon, and even the wonderful clothes were not touched, and the tightly tied ribbon slipped instantly.

"..." Ling Miaomiao suddenly escaped from difficulty, supported the table and stood up from the chair.

The spark hadn't finished bursting, and fell from her to the ground. It exploded four or five times on the ground until it reached the door. Like an anxious elf, she led her out in a hurry.

Ling Miao Miao froze for a moment, and looked up, Mu Sheng was not looking at her, nor was she able to make a sound.

The capricious spark just made him miss the opportunity of self-defense, and the whole person was pressed by the black cloud to the corner of the wall, and there was no room for the spark to explode. The hand of muscles can only contend with the monsters by the strength of muscles.

His hands were trembling with force, and there was an indifferent smile on his face, except that the blood on his lips faded, and the green muscles of his forehead blew up, which had apparently been distracted.

——It ’s all like that, and still brave the big one?

She paused, her whole body of blood pouring up on her head, only to feel top-heavy, and picked up the demon handle on the table and smashed it without hesitation.

The demon handle banged up a black cloud, and a few white bones fell to the ground with splashes of water.

The demon handle began to fly arrogantly in the air.

This one was not enough. She walked calmly and angrily into the depths of the black cloud. She struck another demon handle on her wrist and smashed it.

The black cloud pressed obliquely, and the strong wind swept across her face, as if who slapped her.

She felt a pain in her ears, and there was a layer of hot sweat in the back, but her footsteps did not stop. She touched her body in these three or four seconds and took out all the runes accumulated in this world: there are Liu Fuyi sent her, Mu Yao sent her, and Mu Sheng originally left behind, with a thick pile of bricks.

She was flying out of the five ghosts in the face of the water ghost according to the face of the water ghost, regardless of the category. It seemed to pierce the darts fiercely in the distance according to the target. Very well, if you do n’t push hard enough, you will miss the target.

She flicked faster and faster, her arm quickly lost consciousness, like a tireless machine, and the heart beating violently was the core engine, which continuously sent terrible energy.

The rune paper pinched in his hand was thinning with naked eyes, and the two demon handles shuttled through the black cloud.

The water ghost became more and more fierce, the vase on the table was swept to the ground, the tea cup was broken, and Ling Miaomiao's half of his body was wet with splashes of water. Quickly reading the mantra, from beginning to end, repeatedly, almost throwing rune paper in the face of the water ghost.

Her heart was beating wildly, her hands, steps and mouth, she didn't dare to stop. It seemed that as soon as they stopped, the two of them would have no power to turn over.

She threw out the last piece of rune paper, almost standing in front of Mu Sheng across the black cloud.

At the same time, the water ghost gave a sharp long roar, the doors and windows resonated, the black clouds fluttered, like a woman burned by fire, and gave out a deformed cry, and immediately--

"Wow--" Ling Miao Miao's head was generally covered with rain.

She closed her eyes and wiped a handful of water. When she opened her eyes again, the dark clouds disappeared.

A white Sensen skull grumbled down on the ground, bare teeth pillowed on the ground with water stains, and the hollow eyes were diagonally facing the ground, as if looking at the world unwillingly.

The demon handle flew back to Mu Sheng's hand, and the teenager stepped back a few steps to pick it up, and there was no blood on his face. The black eyes were like black jade, staring at the person in front of him.

The girl's forehead was soaked, her cheeks were red, and her eyes were as bright as a burning star. He looked at him quietly and gasped coldly: "Don't thank me, I wanted to kill her a long time ago."

When the arm was lowered, it was sore and sore that she couldn't lift it up. She had a cold sweat on her forehead and reached for her forearm.

"Miao Miao ..." He took a step forward, reaching for her soft arm and shaking his hand to check it. He could hardly believe that she had taken the initiative step by step in the short time just now, and she threw it continuously. More than one hundred sheets of rune paper.

Is it ... for him?

A trance, a panicky ecstasy, accompanied by the pity of near guilt overwhelmed him. He put the wet man in his arms, ignoring her clothes and wet his chest.

He was like an inflated balloon. As long as she reached for a light poke, she suddenly leaked and hit back to the prototype.

He held his chin against her hair almost arrogantly, his body trembling slightly.

It was so close to her that made him feel better.

Miaomiao's cheeks were red and fluttering, and he broke away freely, endured the soreness of his arms, and turned away in a hurry: I want to solve it ... "

The sun was to the west, the rows of lanterns in the diner were lit up one after another, the flower-broken hall was quickly filled with people, the second one was busy in the seat, and the tablewares on the table increased one by one and quickly filled up.

The teacup turned at Mu Yao's fingertips. She leaned back on the chair and looked at the two empty seats on the opposite side. She was puzzled: "They ... are you planning to come today?"

Liu Fuyi gently patted the back of her hand resting on the table and paused: "It's better not to come."

Mu Yao knew what he wanted and nodded.

The clapper sounded.

When the old man appeared, he didn't have the brilliance of the previous days. Seeing the two, they grinned and said hello with eyes.

The story of the endless vanity and wealth brought to him is, after all, the blood and tears of the deceased who ca n’t bear to look back, but he wanted to tell it out for the fun of later generations.

Occasionally, I still feel a little uneasy.

"Murong's birth is imminent and she is immersed in happiness. She didn't expect her happy life to be torn apart. The piles and pieces will make her deviate from her original life."

Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi stared at each other and raised their ears to listen.

"We said earlier that Prince Gong is the grandfather of a high-ranking family. He is willing to live in seclusion in Wufang Town, away from Chang'an. He resigned from his good office and abandoned his identity. Throughout his life, he took people to the boat and ran to Fangfang Town to find him. "

"In April of this year, they found Gongzi Zhao and his wife, and were very dissatisfied with Murong."

The old man smiled sarcastically: "How can the young talent of the family clan, carrying the glory of the family, live only for himself? Even if he cannot have his own power in the DPRK, at least his marriage should be to the family advantageous."

"Grandpa Zhao's sister checked Murong's identity. I don't know which wild girl grew up in the barren mountains. She had no father, no mother, no relatives and friends, not to mention her family background. She said that she was a civilian. It is a great crime for a lowly girl who only relies on a beautiful face to want to be Zhao Gongzi ’s wife and to leave him in this remote town without returning home. "

"Mr. Zhao's sister sent someone to ask him to go home three times and five times. They were rejected by Mr. Zhao. He was very disturbed. He even let out the words. If Murong was disturbed again, he would sever ties with her."

"Zhao Gongzi's sister Guo Zhenan gave birth for a month. After a month, she sent only one alchemist. She went to the house and said a word of incense to Zhao Gongzi, and then left."

He paused, his turbid eyes deep in his eye sockets, exuding deep compassion: "Five days later, Young Master Zhao embarked on the ship returning to Chang'an without looking back, leaving Murong's forever Wufang Town. "