Black Lotus Tactics Manual

The dense fog gradually grew at night, covering the bamboo forest.

With Venus in his eyes, the smell of rust in his throat permeated, as if being pinched by his neck, and penetrating his chest with an iron chain, and every breath was painful.

Only fingers can move around, blindly groping, the grass roots on the ground upturned, dew wet the palm.

It rained a few days ago, the soil was wet and cold, and his fingertips were sorely frozen. He inserted his ten fingers into the soil and supported his quickly falling body.

A little red light reflected on his pale face, cold sweat flashed on his forehead, and he felt the heat wave beside him and turned back incredulously.

Taking the dense bamboo forest as the boundary, on the one side is the deep night, on the other side is the sky red, the thickest part of the red light turns into a crackling flame, the fire tongue licks the decayed house beam, and the thick smoke rises into the sky, Mix into thick fog.

The portrait of the man walking on the shuttle just now was a scorched ant, and he was placed in the mud in a row, without making a sound.

The one closest to him, the white dress has been dyed scarlet, and his face that is astonished and surprised is familiar to him, Bai Jin.

I saw her in the morning and still smiled and asked him what he wanted to eat.

The fire light leaped in his dark eyes, he stared blankly, as if frozen.

His expression at the moment, like a rabbit pierced by a hunter's arrow, made his voice stuck in his throat. He opened his mouth instinctively, but the first step came out of the thick blood accumulating on his chest.

He propped up the ground, spit out a black blood uncontrollably, covered his mouth quickly, his eyes fell dumbly, a blood-stained rune was rolled by the wind, and the writing on it was winding and complicated, occupying the entire rune like a labyrinth , Gorgeous and weird.

"Xiao Sheng'er is really powerful, even better than his mother."

A smiling voice sounded faintly, and Jiao Didi.

The wind is gradually rising, shuttles through the bamboo forest, and howling. Bamboo leaves fell like rain, rubbing his shoulders and sliding down. The thick smoke was blown away by the wind and turned into a thick dark cloud. Her bright red skirt fluttered in the wind, like a colorful camellia blooming.

The woman's charming face was accidentally contaminated with some blood beads. Besides, she was almost bright and beautiful, not dusty.

He looked down at his hand, his fingertips were shaking, blood mixed with mud, and dirty.

A moment ago, here is still well-organized Mufu.

——What did he do?

I vaguely remembered that the moonlight was extremely bright, and under her guidance, I carelessly drew the last stroke of the reverse character, and immediately felt a huge force in the body burst, almost tearing him in half.

He was instantly blown out by the air waves, almost engulfed by uncontrollable energy.

When I opened my eyes again, it was this scene.

Dead and cold, only the crackling of flames, like a ridiculous nightmare.

Today is the first day when he practiced drawing backhand symbols with blood. Originally, he thought that the paper was just a little stronger than ordinary spells.

His thin body shuddered, his face pale as white as paper: "No, I am not ..."

Not like this ...

With a satisfied smile in her eyes, the woman approached him step by step, "How well done, you see, how clean is it now?"

He propped up the ground with his hands and backed hard. The dull pain in his chest urged him. He resisted like a frightened little beast: "You didn't say that ..."

Coaxed him, deceived him, and taught him the reverse character for a whole year ...

He didn't understand it until now.

At this moment, a thousand heads seemed to be swimming fish, hitting the bottom of the ship that was about to overturn, and his chest was so tight that he was vomiting. He bit his lip, biting **** between his lips and teeth.

"What did I say?" She squeezed his jaw violently and lifted her chin toward the burning ruins, laughing with half pity and half provocation, "You see clearly, those people are all killed by you Yes, what's the relationship with me. En Jiang Qiu Bao, the unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, eh? "

Her gaze was slightly wrong, she fell behind him, let go of her hand, and murmured happily: "There is still a fish in the net."

He flicked his head back. Mu Yaoli, who had just returned, stood motionless before a ruin. The girl stared at the fire, and lost her voice, so thin as if the wind could blow it down.

The woman pulled out her sleeve arrow: "Reunion."

The arrow tip is almost invisible, a flash of cold light flashes, the magic weapon is Mu Huaijiang, and the deterrent is huge.

"Elder sister!" The heart was almost twitching in his throat. He flew at the same time as the javelin shot, and the javelin shot with a cold wind, "shoo" on his shoulder, the two were strangled by the arrow.

Mu Yao woke up and pulled him behind him, his face pale: "Bai Yirong, are you crazy!"

Another xiejian shot, the woman's chestnut eyes with a cold smile.

"Mother ..." He stretched his arm in front of Mu Yao, wondering if it was cold, or a poisoned hair on his quiver, he was swaying all over him, "Mother ... please don't kill Auntie ..."

"Mu Sheng, you killed so many people ..." The woman seemed to see something interesting and smiled softly, "What pretend to be good now?"

His voice is dumb: "Mother ..."

"Who is your mother?" The woman's arrow was biased, aimed at his forehead, and the corner of his mouth was coldly raised. "If it were not for your use, why keep your life until today. It should have been dead, evil seed."

The Xiujian burst out of the air, and immediately went up to his door. The moment the cold arrow touched his forehead, the air wave trembles, and a large wave of ripples sways in the air, as if there is an invisible hand, holding the arrow alive Pull the arrow to the side.

Clap. The arrow fell on the ground.

"Xiao Sheng'er ..." Her voice echoed between heaven and earth, gentle, with a touch of sadness, dragging out a long echo.

He looked around blankly, she was everywhere in the fog, and the fog was about to disappear-

is her.

Mu Yao's body beside him shook and fell down first, followed by him. A gust of wind brushed his forehead, as if his hand was gently stroking, all the trees, branches and leaves swayed at the same time, erasing all the fire and blood from his mind.

"Child, it's not your fault, go with your sister and forget about today."

"Let Niang ... forget it."

She was like a firework, her bones shattered, her divine form was extinguished. At the last moment, all things in the world were willing to speak for her.

"Sound, open the door ..."

"Ah, something happened ..."

He leaned against the head of the bed and opened his eyes blankly. His eyes looked at the void motionlessly. It took a long time to get the focus. After a little movement, the emotions accumulating on his chest turned into black blood and rushed out of his mouth.

He stretched out his sleeves and wiped the blood on the lips. He looked back. The **** the bed closed her eyes and was still sleeping, her face was still red with fever, but her lips were pale.

Her hand clasped his sleeve tightly.

His cold hand covered it, and the moment she wrapped her hot back, reason slowly returned.

He calmed down, let go of her hand, put it gently in the quilt, and went to open the door.

Liu Fuyi sat on the edge of the bed with blood bubbles in the corners of his mouth. Even if Miaomiao was still awake, he still lowered his voice deliberately and spit out a series of desperate news quickly: , Tampered with the Seven Kills array and took the Jiuxuan Harvest Demon Tower. "

"We are trapped."

Mu Sheng listened quietly, raised his eyes, and looked at him with dark eyes: "Changed to a dead end?"

Liu Fuyi didn't expect what he said, opened his mouth, didn't say anything, frowned, and accepted.

Mu Sheng was silent for a while: "Are you going out?"

Liu Fuyi looked at him for a long time and shook his head gently.

Ling Miaomiao was awakened by the system.

She was still in a deep sleep, and the system suddenly put a full three minutes of applause in her head to applaud the sound effect, which blew her alive.

She stared blankly at the top of the tent. After cheering, a passionate female voice came out: "Congratulations to the person who wears the book task [Ling Miao Miao]. Once the task is successfully completed, the stage reward [Spell Invalid Order], please continue to work hard. "

Ling Miaomiao reacted for a long time, flattened her mouth, grabbed the pillow and threw it suddenly, almost crying.

The first task has been completed, that is to say, the channel she set up with painstakingly is useless at all, the demon tower has reached the hand of the grudge, and they have been trapped in the dead by the grudge.

Going round and round, no matter how hard she struggled, she still returned to the ending of the original.

"Seven days later, it was the first time Rong Dan."

Ling Miaomiao put her ears up, and Liu Fuyi was still talking anxiously.

The huge array wrapped up the whole house, not just like a cage isolated in and out, but also like a huge stomach, to digest the living things inside a little.

The seven-killed array, which was moved by the complaining woman, is such a dead end. It is closed every seven days to eliminate the prey in the array, which is "Randan".

The man who knows the spell can't do it for the third time. Ordinary people like her who can't do the spell can't survive the first time.

Mu Sheng heard that his eyes really fell on Miao Miao.

"There is no other way?"

"..." Liu Fuyi stopped talking and closed her mouth.

Mu Sheng looked at his eyes: "Is that the only way left?"

Liu Fuyi shook his head: "Don't think about that road until the last minute." He reached out and patted Mu Sheng's shoulder, with a firm light under his eyes. "Don't worry, I'm with your sister."

Mu Sheng rarely did not dodge, but quietly tucked the quilted corner of her quilt, her long lashes drooped: "She has burned for the third day."

Liu Fuyi reached out and touched the delicate forehead, and was shocked by the temperature: "There is still some medicine in the kitchen ..."

Mu Sheng stared at him in a blink of an eye, with complex emotions in his eyes, and his eyelashes moved: "You said, would it be because of me ..."

"No." Liu Fuyi immediately understood what he meant and interrupted suddenly. "Don't think about it."

Even if this is really the case, it cannot be said at this juncture.

The teenager showed a seemingly self-deprecating smile, no longer speaking.

Ling Miaomiao was lying on the bed straight, her hands and feet were cold, still thinking about the conversation she had just heard.

That way ...

In "Monster", the dead end is not unbreakable, it is really nowhere to go. As long as a person comes into the heart and sacrifices the body, the rest of the people work together to break the line, and they will have a chance to gain a chance.

This general method can be used not only to deal with this transformed seven-killing formation, but to break any formation.

But the four of them, like the four legs of the table, which one is missing will make the originally stable situation unbalanced. So Liu Fuyi would say that until the last minute, he will never consider this method.

In the original book, Mu Sheng secretly joined forces with the grudge girl to obstruct the protagonist's road of happiness, which caused Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi to be trapped in the formation. The two lives through the Rongdan twice. Beloved, determined to sacrifice himself, quietly sacrifice.

Just at the juncture of life and death, the blackened villain Mu Mu didn't know what to think, and silently got into the heart, instead of A sister to die, the heroine saved her life.

Mu Sheng's mentality is too subtle to explain. Maybe he still couldn't bear to watch Mu Yao die, or maybe he didn't want to live long ago.

In short, Male No. 2 and Villain No. 2 achieved the happiness of the hero and heroine in this way. At that time, Ling Miaomiao also shed two tears for him.

Only now, as soon as I remember this ending ...

Forget it, I can't even think about it.

In this life, Mu Sheng's life trajectory has been disengaged from that of his sister. Should he not do the same thing again ...

"System ..." Her eyelashes trembled in annoyance, putting her wrists on her hot forehead. After burning for three days and nights, she felt a pot of brain flowers baked in her head. "Why am I so uncomfortable?"

"System prompt: The host's physical state is arranged by plot, there are no special circumstances, please host a rest, continue the task. The prompt is complete."

Miaomiao cursed in secret, and fell asleep in the heat.

Mu Sheng pulled her wrists down, lifted the quilt to take the people away, untied her tunic laces, and exposed the girl's white collarbone. He used a cold water handkerchief from her face all the way to her chest.

The man in his arms moved anxiously, reaching for his arms around his neck and hugging him shamelessly, Miao Miao's lips were hot and sullenly pressed against his neck, shaking slightly as he spoke: " Cold ... dead. "

Mu Sheng paused, stroking her soft, long hair that fell down: "Be good, cool down."

If it burns like this again, there is no need to wait for the first melting Dan, her body will collapse first.

Ling Miaomiao didn't let go of her arms, and it was obviously burning like a big stove, but her body was shaking: "Well ... you are cold."

The teenager's eyes were flushed, holding her carefully, closing her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and gently kissing her hair.