Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Under what circumstances do you need a powerful demon catcher to draw a rune with your own blood?

One is urgent, and the other is for insurance.

Although Mu Sheng didn't like Liu Fuyi, he had to admit that Liu Fuyi was an outstanding demon catcher. Before meeting Mu Yao, he had the ability to travel alone, without relying on any teammates. In addition to being extremely lucky to have Jiu Xuan to catch the demon tower, but also because of his extremely superb skills, the monsters he handled were all in one. Killed.

Mu Sheng raised his head.

The west cabin hidden behind the lush cypresses was gloomy and cold, which was incompatible with the spring in the garden.

"I drew a symbol at Yao'er's door, but I didn't expect ..." Liu Fuyi once explained to him like this, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted with anger, "You didn't expect anything? Did you wait for Sister Can you think of it when you die? "

Liu Fuyi's face was pale and she was silent for a while.

Liu Fuyi is not an arrogant person. His mind has always been meticulous. If he used blood symbols, it is not difficult to explain why he left Muyao alone in the room without care.

Because almost no big demon can break through Liu Fuyi's rune drawn with blood.

Can a water mirror have such a big capacity?

Mu Sheng's eyes fell on the edge of the broken rune paper, and his cold fingers touched up, a stiff, jagged rough edge, not like a big demon shattered, more like being torn apart.

Mu Sheng didn't have any expression on his face, his movements were elegant, but it seemed like the silence that condensed just before the storm.

Ling Miaomiao tried the summer clothes in her boudoir.

The light crimson upper is very thin and soft to the touch. The fabric is doped with shiny silver thread, which looms to reveal smooth skin. As the girl trimmed her collar, her fingers flicked across her bare neck, causing her to smile.

Miao Miao bowed her straps and suddenly twisted her back uncomfortably: "How is it a little bit tied?" The maid lifted her clothes and looked startled. "Yeah, the back is red."

Her fingers were skillfully checking the fabric, and she touched a few hard bumps in the back, complaining with displeasure: "What's going on this year, the yarn with knots can be selected."

"Miss, take it off, this dress can't be worn."

Ling Miaomiao looked back half-way and wondered: "One or two pimples, it doesn't matter."

"Of course it does." The maid helped her to gently take off the upper jacket and threw it aside without mercy, sighing, "If it weren't for the water in the Wanjiang, half of the spinning farmers were washed away, and the tribute was all over Come out, where does the lady need to make use of the knotted yarn? "

The Wanjiang River traverses the southern part of Taicang, which nourishes this land of fish and rice, and is also the lifeblood of shipping. Ling Miaomiao didn't quite understand that such an important lifeline was flooded, and it sounded that it had washed down the houses. Why didn't she take it seriously?

"You said ... are we in Taicang County?"

"Miss, don't worry, it's nothing." She pouted, "Won't Wanjiang rush to the embankment every three or four years? I can't rush to us anyway."

A trace of familiar and old-fashioned mystery appeared on this immature face, "Which time the palace does not send silver to repair the embankment? Every time a silver is issued ..." She winked with a smile, "Miss will soon look good again New clothes. "

Ling Miaomiao giggled.

"Not allowed to speak." She sinked her face.

The maid was taken aback, and a panicked expression appeared: "... Miss?"

Taicang County guards took the money for disaster relief, half of which was used to repair the dam, and the other half quietly disappeared. A 14-year-old girl knows it so clearly that it must be an open secret up and down in this prefecture.

The people in Fuchu smiled and kept this secret, and lived generously in the prosperous world of Taiping.

"Daddy?"

"In ... talking to people in the palace in the study."

"I'll go find him in the past."

"Miss ..."

Miao Miao pushed the door, and there was a sound of admiration outside the door. The soft light fell on his dark temple hair, and the bundled hair swayed slightly in the wind.

"Miss Ling?" He smiled, his eyes dark and moist, not bottomed out.

"Why?" Ling Miaomiao passed him and went out, deliberately keeping a distance from him.

Mu Sheng hung behind her slowly, and the unicorn totem embroidered with silver thread on the long boots reflected the light, and a wide shoulder and narrow waist fell on the blue stone plate.

"Why do you have the leisure to come to me?" Ling Miaomiao looked at him like a plague, fear and tension made her unable to speculate in a hurry, her pace accelerated.

Mu Sheng was like a ghost. He evened her easily and reached for a package behind her, then took her behind a huge cluster of Taihu stones.

The light dimmed at once, and the corner was damp and moist, and only the glinting light leaked from the smooth stone cave. He let her go a little rough, and when she let go, she took off some of her hair.

Ling Miaomiao didn't care about the pain, she was terrified: "You ... do you have something to say to me?"

Mu Sheng smiled at her: "I haven't seen Miss Mu in a few days. Has insomnia been cured?"

His smile was creepy: it was clearly the most beautiful face, but the bright eyes were brewing with a suppressed emotion.

It was cold cruelty, and under the disguise of a smile, a few cold stars could not help floating out.

"Okay ..." Ling Miao replied dryly.

"It seems that Young Master Liu's sachet works very well." He jumped out very softly.

Ling Miaomiao couldn't stand it any longer: "Mu Sheng, are you ... intermittent amnesia?"

He was not angry and raised his head: "Oh? Why did you say that?"

Ling Miaomiao couldn't help but ask the system, will the favor of Black Lotus be cleared every day? Why did the sound of admiration for progressing on the normal road suddenly become angry?

"If you want to ask anything, just ask ... what kind of dumb puzzle?" Miao Miao was irritable, and her arrogance followed.

"..." Mu Sheng looked at his palm seriously and was silent for a moment. These few minutes are like centuries, and my heart is as anxious as Ling Miaomiao.

It turned out that she was worried. He raised the corner of his mouth very well: "Miss Ling misunderstood, I just care about it."

It is a pity that such oil and salt do not enter is more maddening than killing people.

"Isn't it enough to call me Miaomiao?"

"Miss Ling smiled." Mu Sheng's eyes were bottomless, and they were judged by the annoyed boy on the chessboard that day. "The child is just a guest, and the guest should be like a guest. Not polite? "

It seems that the favorability and memory of the black lotus will be cleared every day.

However, there is one thing he was right. The protagonist group lives in a world of eccentricity. They and the original Lingyu who lived calmly and quietly were originally two different straight lines. With an intersection, they should be separated quickly and farther and farther away.

Ling Yu, a young lady who can't bear even the knots, why would she join the protagonist group on the thrilling road that does not belong to her?

The night in the nightmare.

The night wind roared.

The governor's face was pale, his cheeks fluttered loosely, and cold sweat flowed down the temple side: "... Let Dad look at you again."

The girl whimpered: "Daddy ..." Pounced into his father's arms, his clothes were soaked with hot sweat.

"Good, good, let's go." His voice trembled a little.

There was a shout outside, the light from the torch became bright and bright outside the window, and she continued to wipe the window sill past.

"Master, get it done."

The head-down man gritted his teeth and whispered in his eyes. He could see a pair of feet wearing brand-new Shu embroidery and silk feet in the inner hall. The soles of the feet were spotless and lay there motionlessly.

"Okay." Junshou raised his face, his eyes flashed with a determined color, pushing the stalk-like girl away from his arms, the latter crying and falling into Liu Fuyi's arms.

There was a faint, crazy voice of joy outside: "In the atrium, the master is in the atrium, come with me!"

The girl flinched into Fuyi's arms, her face suddenly panicked.

"Go away. Never look back."

"They are here!"

The gate was breached, and a group of black shadows finally broke into the house. At the same time, the turquoise and continuous house suddenly burst into flames, and the flames rushed out of the gap between the doors and windows, and instantly turned into a prairie.

Liu Fuyi was carrying her, and the fireball was condensed into a small spot, and went away in the field of vision.

"Miss Ling seems absent-minded." Mu Sheng opened his mouth and woke Miao Miao. His face was gloomy. "Are you still thinking about something?"

"I ... I'm still in a hurry, I'll come back to talk with Mu Mu when I'm busy." Ling Miaomiao walked away, just wanting to get the sun quickly.

"You said I am amnestic ..." Mu Sheng's voice remembered behind her, with a cold smile. "Have anyone told Miss Ling that you are also a person with two faces?"

Miao Miao stunned, strode out, and looked back like a blow: "What's wrong with me?"

Mu Sheng refused to speak, waved her hand with a smile, and motioned her to walk away, her smile bright and harmless, as if she had just opened a cunning and harmless joke.

Miao Miao scolded Black Lotus in her heart, lifted her skirt and left.

The crimson upper jacket loomed out of her spine. The bright colors concentrated all the sunlight. The white jacket skirt was so bright that it turned over a lush flower bush and disappeared into view.

Mu Sheng lowered his head and wrapped Ling Miaomiao's two dark hairs in his hands.

He took out the piece of rune paper from his sleeve and drew a few strokes in the palm of his finger. Several looming airflows flowed into the rune like a flowing cloud.

After a long time, a fine hair fluttered from afar, feathers fell lightly on his palm, just above the rune paper.

Mu Sheng lifted the invisible hair with his right finger and looked closely at the light. The sun shone on his drooping feather eyelashes, casting a faint shadow under his eyes.

Hair tail is slightly yellow, curling up.

He stretched out his left hand, Ling Miaomiao's hair was black and shiny, and his hair had a neat cross section.

Not her?

A trace of suspense flashed across Mu Sheng's face.

Rune burned half of it in his palm, and the remaining half was still trying his best to attract the airflow, attracting a sweet taste, mixed in the breath of rune paper.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining half of the rune paper struggled and burned to ashes. He paused and put Ling Miaomiao's hair up smoothly, slowly attracting her breath.

He waited intently, even with a hint of tension.

Ling Miaomiao's slightly unscented breath slowly gathered around him, and was gradually purified and amplified. The smell of wormwood and forgetfulness were filtered out. There is that sweetness.

Immediately afterwards a familiar breath swept over—that was the thick Liu Fuyi's breath.

Mu Sheng's slightly clear face was once again clouded.