Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Huaijiang took Kong Qing with two or three sentences in a foreign language, and then returned to the dungeon and found that the complaining girl had been killed."

The last word of the word "kill" was extremely hard, like a piece of iron suddenly falling on the paper, and a rough ink mark gradually appeared.

Mu Yao's heart fell and her eyelids jumped.

That meal seemed to exhaust all the energy of the writer, and the writing behind it became loose and weak, as if a long sigh.

"If all things have signs, this is the beginning of Mu Family's decline."

The charm girl is a natural creature that grows naturally. Nature uses frost and snow to shape its bones and grass leaves to make its body skin.

Since God has taken care of them in this way, he will naturally be punished equally.

The charm girl and the grudge girl share one body. Extreme goodness and extreme evil, darkness and light, are divided into yin and yang, just like the world.

The beauty of the Phantom Girl is destined to belong to the world, and cannot be monopolized by one person, otherwise the balance will be out of balance and will cause great evil. The charming woman who yearns for the red dust is destined to contend with the later complaining girl and fight for control of this body until she is completely engulfed.

The short board of the illusion demon born naturally cannot be humanized; the charming girl who was also nurtured by heaven and earth, her short board, can only be humanoid.

According to the classics consulted by Kong Qing, this flawless body is the last level to control the grudge in order to prevent the spread of the evil. Soul.

Now, the complaint girl is killed, which is equivalent to the destruction of the last prison, and the soul of the complaint girl is completely unscrupulous. Although she has no demon power, she can mobilize the grievances and resentments in her heart and take the opportunity to get into anyone who is deceived by her words.

Not only did she not die, but she was born alive, and she was no longer controlled by others.

The Muhuaijiang Thunder was furious and could not sleep at night.

The grudge girl was previously controlled by the rune paper, and her soul was damaged. She needs to rest and recuperate in the host body. She will not make a difference in a short time, and she will not change the host ’s will. This also means that no one knows who gets on.

But if she doesn't do anything, let her take a break, I'm afraid she will have to wash the house of Mu at first.

As a result, a carpet investigation began. First, the most suspected dumb guarding the dungeon were secretly locked in the dungeon, and then several nights were seen by the family members who had passed by the dungeon. There were rumors in the house, and people were panicked.

Bai Yirong, who has always been a man of heaven and earth, fell ill before this. He lay in bed for a year, and he was not involved in this storm.

After shutting down ten people, Mu Huaijiang decided to close.

It is not that he can guarantee that the complaining girl must be among these ten people, but he feels that it is not a way to go on like this, he scares himself and increases his troubles.

He called Bai Jin and licked his cracked lips because of his hard work: "A Jin, Mu Mu won't kill him."

Bai Jin raised his head and looked at him silently, with a little blame in his eyes.

Bai Jin was meticulously trained by the Bai family, and he had countless demons and demons. He had long been hard-hearted like iron, not an unusually delicate woman, so rao, she still could not accept Mu Huaijiang's cold blood and ruthlessness.

Before that, he followed the method of the Kongqing Taoist. In order to permanently eliminate the grievance of the complaining girl, he arranged for Mu Sheng to release the power of the half demon, and he died with his mother. Once it was done, he solved two troubles at once.

She strongly opposed it and hesitated to quarrel with him.

She just thought that Mu Sheng was still a child. She had been bewitched by her complainant, and almost killed her father. Now she let her kill her mother again, even though he had demon blood, at least half of them were human.

When he leaned in her arms obediently, she could clearly feel the touch of his cold cheeks, the skin was delicate and soft, the same as Mu Yao when she was a child, soft and soft.

However, Mu Yao is still young and never knows that the so-called justice in this world still harbors discrepancies that many big talents understand.

Mu Yao feared Mu Huaijiang and followed the rules, but only asked her carefully every few days: "When will my brother come out of the black room?"

"Mother, why didn't my brother cry, I'm afraid it was terrified in the Hantang, why didn't he release him?"

"Mother, my younger brother is seven years old. If you don't practice, it will be too late. Isn't father going to release him?"

"..."

The question was asked more, and she lost her enthusiasm. The ice-like little girl is the hope of Mu Family's new life, and she and Mu Huaijiang have long been decaying blades.

"How are you going?" She asked quietly.

"I want Mu Sheng to stay, no matter what method you use, I want him to only recognize you and me as parents, and Yaoer as sister."

Bai Jin smiled.

She understood what he meant. The power of the complaining girl was still here with the child. She held the sound of admiration. It was the biggest restraint against the complaining girl, and it was also their only capital to contend with the complaining girl.

"Okay." She was silent for a while, and nodded with a bleak smile. "Soon I will go home and ask for help from my father and mother."

"But you have to promise me that from now on, the whole government will go down and no one will mention the blood of Mu Sheng any more, just as if he is an ordinary child."

Ten days later, Bai Jin returned from the Bai family, holding a box in his hands.

Inside the box is a silk silk woven from the Moon Soul Bing silk that the Bai family asked for in the extreme north, and cut a long narrow strip.

The comb went down the black shiny hair, and as soon as it was combed, the slender hand picked up the hair tail and held it in his hand, exposing his ear.

Bai Jin was close to his face, looking at his dark eyes in the mirror, with a soft tone, like all mothers in the world who comb their children's hair: "A little higher or a little lower?"

"..." His blank eyes slowly got the focus, his eyes fell on her face, and his eyes were fixed, his long eyelashes trembling, and she was answered with a small voice: "A little higher."

"it is good."

She smiled with a wink, and at the moment when the end of her eyes bent, she saw her fine lines of eye corners in the mirror, like spider silk pulled from the decayed wooden furniture.

Not far away, it was Mu Yaomu's childish face.

The white horse passed through, and the mayfly lived a lifetime.

How much love and hate, right and wrong, **** grudges, at this moment, have gone away temporarily, combing this action, seems to become her life's career.

She carefully pulled the bright ribbon out of the velvet lining, as if pulling a ray of hope from the ruins. The moment his hand tightened his hair band, he finally coughed out the sweet taste in his throat.

Mu Sheng quietly looked at the handsome boy in the mirror. The tall ponytail combed up, and a beautiful white hair band appeared on the top of the hair, like a butterfly, with its wings hanging down and crawling on it.

For a long time, he reached out curiously and touched the cold mirror.

This man ... turned out to be me.

"Yaoer." Bai Jin took Mu Yao's hand and took her to the wall. "You have to look at your younger brother, and you must not let him take down his hair band."

After she made an oath, Bai Jin finally took a sigh of relief and patted the back of her hand, something flashed in her eyes.

"Today, my brother can come out of the dark room."

Regardless of the tiredness between her eyebrows, she finally said the answer briskly.

...

The stationery slipped from Mu Yao's hand, and Liu Fuyi reached out and grabbed her thin shoulder.

The picture that appeared between the two slowly faded, and the moment Miao Miao met his eyes, she knew things were bad.

Look at his look ... he also saw the contents of this memory fragment.

The two faced each other, Miao Miao's eyelashes trembled panicly, watching Mu Sheng slowly sit up from the bed and hung the curtain silently.

His butterfly bones are protruding and beautiful in shape. Looking from the back, he still feels the thinness of a teenager.

His hands were extremely light, but I don't know if it was because of the shaking of the hand, and the bell was struck by him.

When the memory fragments were playing, time seemed to stop for a moment, and wedged into another space and time. After the end, it was still winter morning before dawn. The quilt had long lost its temperature. Ling Miaomiao seemed to be thrown into the snow His cheeks were hot because of panic, but his body shivered.

He looked back, staring at his girl with a pair of apricot eyes open, looked at him for a while, and reached out to hug her into his arms.

There was no temperature on his body. The satin of his clothes was cold, and Ling Miaomiao shivered uncontrollably. He paused for a moment, took her jacket on the wooden bench beside the bed, and covered her with her, and even hugged her clothes in her arms again.

The young man ’s hand gently stroked the girl ’s hair, and after a while he spoke: “A stranger.”

It is an understatement and a positive tone.

If there is a thunder on the top of the head, Miao Miao just forgot to clean it.

"I……"

She wanted to look at his expression in horror, but he couldn't move it in his arms, his forehead pressed against his chest, sniffing the white plum blossoms on him.

She suddenly thought of something, and carefully touched his heart through her clothes.

Soft and warm.

No more ...

She realized it later and later.

Do keys have to look like keys? This piece of memory was not for her, it was simply a prop to understand the forgetful curse on the black lotus ...

But she never thought that one day, "She is not a person in this world", this kind of thing will be directly seen by her target.

In this game, she has already changed from an outsider to an insider. Now, the player has turned over.

Ling Miaomiao licked her lips and gave up her struggle: "How do you know?"

The teenager had dark eyes, a sneer smile on the corners of his mouth, fingers touched her neck along her hair, her fingers touching her blood vessels, and felt her uneasy pulse: "Miao Miao, be smart next time. When the bluff bluffed, he obediently admitted. "

"..." Ling Miaomiao burned all over.

"I'm a stranger in your mouth, and I don't want to hide you." She leaned back stiffly in her arms, but she couldn't help but ask, "When ... when did you doubt me?"

"" Nine Chapters Arithmetic ", Pythagorean Theorem."

Mu Sheng lowered his eyes and looked confused. "Beyond Kyushu is more Kyushu. The principle is the same, the name is different, and there is nothing rare."

Ling Miaomiao recalled her complacent record and took a long breath, feeling that she was a complete fool.

The black lotus is so clever, pretending to be too long, she almost forgot his keen insight.

It's just ... she struggled out of his arms and asked in a collapse: "If you're suspicious, why didn't you ask me early?"

She stared at his face for a long time, seeing nothing like disappointment or anger.

"Will you go?" His eyes were pure, reflecting her face, with a broken hope in her eyes, mixed with a thick black mist.

"Ah?" She was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect him to cross the middle without any steps, and came to ask this straightly, fiddled with her fingers, and there was a trace of grievances in her words, "Where am I like you, can't go."

His eyes slowly subsided, and his words were very gentle: "Okay. You can go anywhere, just don't leave me." He touched the girl's face and lowered his eyes to tie her belt, his voice was very soft: "Who takes you away, I want him to die without a dead body."

"..."

"If you go by yourself, I will take you ..."

He stopped and tilted his head to look at her, as if pondering words. Thinking that she didn't seem to like being treated too rudely, he silently changed "locked up" to "locked up."

Ling Miaomiao ignored his intimidation and interjected anxiously: "Who made you ask this?"

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes showing blankness.

Ling Miaomiao was a little anxious for him and took the initiative to prompt: "I'm not Ling Yu ... I'm ... the one who took the house, that, borrow the corpse to return to the soul ..."

"Uh." He answered.

Ling Miaomiao looked at him blankly, almost as if holding a lightening device in his hand, holding his hands up against the dark clouds, and actively seeking blame.

Black Lotus is always forbearing first when angry, and rarely shows it, but if he is not allowed to vent, he will easily run away.

But without waiting for a thunder, he lowered his eyes, and a little warmth appeared abnormally in his eyes.

He knows what Miao Miao is afraid of, but this world, shemales coexist, and the world has been chaotic for some years. He did not scare her half demon body. Does she think that a single defeat can scare him?

The girl's pair of apricots were uneasy and glowing in water, and he gazed at her eyebrows greedily and obeyed her intentions: "You already knew about me?"

Ling Miaomiao led Lei to her wish, sitting straight and clearing her throat. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide you. Since then, I've always had some weird dreams ..." She twisted her face without changing her face. The fact, "I didn't expect it to be your past."

I also dumped the pot to the system: "I don't understand anything, I don't know what's going on."

She looked at him cautiously, her small face buried in a plush collar, ruddy and full, like a juicy fruit, and her pink lips: "Do you mind ..."

He leaned over and kissed her lips, and lingered on the fruity cheeks, and said for a while: "Miao Miao, isn't Miao Miao?"

It ’s not Ling Yu, it ’s Ling Miaomiao.

After saying this, he felt a hint of secret satisfaction in his heart.

Miao Miao may not remember. She once said to Mu Yao: "Isn't he the one? Does it matter if he is a man or a demon?"

When he gave back this sentence to her, he finally felt that he was slowly approaching this group of flames, and everyone else was qualified to hold it tightly in his arms and never let go.

No matter who she is, no matter what secret she has, as long as it is her, what else does it matter.

He stroked her soft earlobe and sniffed the familiar gardenia on her body: "I really want others to know."

"... Why, why?" She hugged his neck and was kissed a little confused.

Not glorious ...

His voice was very soft: "It is best if they all retreat, no one dares to covet you."

"..." Ling Miao Miao suffocated her face and pushed him aside with anger, crawling out of the bed with bare feet, "You leave, I will feed the birds."

Mu Sheng reached out and hugged the girl, hugged the girl around her waist, changed her position dexterously, and put it back on the soft bed. Her dark eyes stared at her, leaving nothing but warm light: "I will feed."

The bird cage swayed, and Huang Chengcheng's millet poured down like quicksand, forming a valley.

The bird didn't expect that the half-way begging could actually be exchanged for food. His feet flexibly jumped to the trough, looked up, and saw a pair of dark eyes.

"Haw ..."

Today it turned out to be a big tiger to feed!

The thin esophagus bulged, it choked.

The author has something to say: Childhood: I am happy to feed birds, not happy to play birds.

Bird: Your uncle!