Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Sound, drink water."

Mu Sheng turned his head and looked at Ling Miaomiao without a word, holding the cage, holding a slender dog's tail grass, and intently amusing the bird.

He looked at her dreamily and listened to her shouting "sound" briskly, with a complex expression on his face, unable to tell whether it was joy or jealousy.

The bird in the cage dangled her head and drank water as she "pointed", seemingly reluctantly accepting the fact that she was raised.

When the bird entered the door, Ling Miaomiao said to give it a name, blinked for a long time, thought a little bit of the cage, and said happily, "Just call it."

Mu Sheng suddenly froze at the spot, staring at the bird in the cage with surprise: "Why scream ..." He stopped for a moment, but he couldn't spit out the two folds, his eyelashes moved, and a layer of discoloration appeared on his face. Natural thin red.

Ling Miaomiao turned his face to look at him and looked at him deliberately for a long time. Xingzi's eyes flashed light, seemingly holding a smile silently, and his face was still a serious look: "Because it was you who caught it, and it always made a noise , Very noisy. "

He was speechless, had to accept it, and was very unhappy to find that after Ling Miaomiao had the bird, the whole person's enthusiasm was poured on it, and his share ... was also divided a lot.

His gaze fell on the pacing bird, with a hint of cold hostility, but the export was still calm words: "When will it be raised?"

"Let's spring." Ling Miaomiao looked at it cheerfully and casually said, "When the weather is warm, let it be free."

"Well." He breathed a sigh of relief, watching the bird's eyes a lot softer.

The first snow in winter stopped before it was covered with branches. After the snow melted, the temperature became cold day by day, and even the fog that covered Fangzhen Town, with the cold air that penetrated into the bone marrow, came out of the room. The door, air-conditioning drilled into the neck of people.

Everyone didn't have anything to do, so they hid in the house and didn't go out.

In fact, this should be the time when Ling Miaomiao joined the protagonist group and had the most leisure time.

They couldn't take the initiative to attack. In more cases, they were waiting for the rabbit, just like Ten Niangzi reminded, patiently waiting for the big demon to finally return to Fangfang Town, waiting for her to hit the door.

The process of waiting is a bit idle, Ling Miaomiao even has a feeling of retirement and retirement-the original book writes that Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao finally retired together and gave birth to two children and a daughter. Maybe it was such a day?

After entering the winter, the little animals love hibernation, and Ling Miaomiao is also more sleepy, but the black lotus seems to be completely undisturbed, always waking her up when she is drowsy.

Early in the morning, the white of the fish belly appeared, and the window was covered with frost, which was the coldest time of the day.

There was a cool white plum fragrance in the room, especially the fragrance in the tent, which was the smell on Mu Sheng's clothes.

Ling Miaomiao's tightly wrapped quilt was lifted, and her bare arm suddenly had goose bumps. She shivered and picked up the quilt with her back to cover, and he covered it.

"Cold." Miao Miao looked at his face, and there was still a pampering voice in her voice.

"Hmm." He squeezed her waist and kissed her delicate neck, like a soft slushy ice mixed with bitterness, biting in between, carefully leaving traces on it, and restrained red in the corner of his eyes, " Immediately ... it won't be cold anymore. "

The tone was very soft, it was just a spoof.

"..." Ling Miaomiao wanted to turn over and dump him, but she was unable to succeed. After struggling, she really sweated.

The blood vessels on the neck jumped, and under the touch of his fangs, he seemed to step on the edge of the knife to enjoy the joy, and instinctively retreated back: "Are you a puppy?" Gently pushed away his His face quickly pulled up his collar and looked at him with a smile: "Still bite."

"Tell!" "Haw!" The hanging bird cage swayed from side to side. She looked at it in amazement. The bird jumped up and down in the wings, and several feathers fell. She was stunned and couldn't hold back. She laughed all at once, her body trembling with laughter: "I saw you, I laughed at you with your voice. Get up."

Mu Sheng grabbed her and held it, and then slammed the string of beads on the tent, and pulled a bead down without lifting his face. He bounced past.

"Tap," and then, "Gha--" The bird screamed loudly, and immediately went silent. Ling Miaomiao was startled and stretched her neck to take a closer look. The bead just hit the bottom of the cage and bounced out again. There was only one finger wide distance from the "sound". The bird shrank in the corner and hid its head. Into the wings trembling, rolled into a hair ball.

"..." Miao Miao wondered if she should laugh, "Why are you hitting it?"

Immediately, his face was forced back by him, facing his dark eyes, his eyelashes were half-closed, and the tone was cool: "What do you think it is doing?"

His fingers expertly unfastened her collar, leaned down, listening to the girl's grunt, kissing her earlobe, and seemed to be gently coquettish: "Don't look at it, look at me."

"Yu-bang!"

"Yu-bang!"

On the night of the 30th of the year, fireworks were displayed over Wufang Town, the fire trees and silver flowers appeared alternately, and the whole sky was shrouded in light, sparks and smoke.

The window was half open, and Ling Miaomiao's probe looked outwards, her cuffs were pulled up to her elbows, her hands were supported, her hands were covered with white flour, and the light of extinction was reflected on her white cheeks.

"Miao Miao, stop watching." Liu Fuyi reminded while rolling his face, "Come back to work."

Mu Yao was next to him, took the dumpling skin, carefully picked a chopstick stuffing and placed it on the skin, glanced at the secret of closing the window with his elbow, and whispered: "Let her see, I Just pack it. "

Liu Fuyi pressed her ears and smiled softly: "I'm afraid she is in the wind."

Mu Yao put the dumplings on the dustpan, bowed his head and said nothing, and flushed his cheeks.

Miao Miao slowly walked back to the fairy heroes and looked up at them: a chic Liu Fuyi now wearing a funny apron that was not well-fitting, she was rolling on the face, Mu Yao, the goddess of the ice mountain, snuggled beside him The hands are covered with flour, and the two sticky dumpling skins are being peeled off carefully. The beautiful hands are like chicken feet.

Miaomiao Renjun can't help.

In the past, she couldn't imagine how these two people would live. Only today did she understand that everyone in the world really lived so extraordinary and ordinary.

Miao Miao leaned against the table, making dumplings very slowly. She only squeezed it gently and pressed it into a flat semicircle. She could n’t stand on the dustpan. She held it for a long time, but it still collapsed. The ground fell.

Liu Fuyi watched the whole process of her struggle, shook her head, and sighed directly: "Miao Miao, you can't."

Ling Miaomiao took a deep breath, looking at the dish of dumplings in front of Mu Yao that was also crooked, just wanted to defend ...

Liu Fuyi smiled and pointed at Mu Yao ’s hand, which also shook like chicken feet, with a serious expression: “Look, Yao’er is well wrapped.”

Ling Miaomiao: "..."

Coincidentally, Mu Sheng came back from the outside, the figure flashed, Ling Miaomiao jumped and shouted: "Children!"

Mu Sheng was called into the kitchen by her and stood beside her. Liu Fuyi glanced at him, then stared at the dustpan and smiled: "Don't struggle anymore, A Sheng has always been honest."

Ling Miaomiao pulled the black lotus to the side of the pool and turned his head back without looking back: "Who told him to tell the truth."

She pointed her finger basin, her eyes sparkling, and said briskly: "Wash your hands."

The teenager looked at her, washed his hands obediently, and then was taken by Ling Miaomiao to the chopping board. She quickly stuffed a dumpling skin and a pair of chopsticks with her hand, "Here, you come and pack one."

"..." He blinked his long eyelashes, looked back at Ling Miaomiao, his lips moved, and a thin layer of red slowly appeared on his face, "I ... not quite."

With many years of experience taking care of her sister, Mu Sheng is almost a life-long talent, from building a house to catching a demon, down to fetching water to cook, everything is omnipresent, Ling Miaomiao has been with him for a long time, and almost thought he could do anything .

But he couldn't make dumplings.

"Don't blame him." Mu Yao answered the phone, glanced at Mu Sheng, and wiped the sweat on his forehead quickly with the back of his hand. "Our family ... didn't eat dumplings very much."

There was n’t even a very New Year ’s Eve, a big family, tense, diligent, and cold, not close to human beings, and hardly any secular bustle.

"I have eaten it once." She thought dreamily, "That's Rong ..."

Suddenly she closed her mouth, her expression bleak and shook her head.

Ling Miaomiao sticks behind Mu Sheng, leans out his head from the side of him, holds the back of his hand with his left hand, and holds his hand with his right hand, takes him to pick a dumpling stuffing from the basin and put it On the skin: "This is stuffing."

Liu Fuyi looked funny: "Miao Miao, you half a bucket of water, and teach others."

Ling Miaomiao coughed and ignored Brother Liu's sneer, let go of Mu Sheng's hand, and gestured: "Seal it, just seal it."

Mu Sheng folded the dumpling skin slowly in half.

"Yes, yes, seal it." Ling Miaomiao stared at his hand.

He squeezed hard and grunted. The dumpling filling leaked out from the back and fell off. Ling Miaomiao's hand stretched out quickly, holding the dumpling filling. He smiled and turned his elbow on the chopping board. Squatted down.

Mu Sheng was a little nervous, but she just looked very happy ...

... Well, it doesn't hurt to pack more than a few.

Ling Miaomiao smiled enough, and then stood upright with the chopping board, said very proudly to Liu Fuyi: "Finally, someone is no better than me."

"..."

Mu Sheng lowered her eyelashes, grabbed her clothes, and dragged her to his side. Suddenly she saw a small piece of flour on her side.

The tip of his nose was close to her face, he paused and fell.

Ling Miaomiao was accustomed to him, did not dodge, somehow he did not know what happened this time, looks like a kiss, but actually licked her cheek unexpectedly.

Ling Miaomiao made this a joke, looked back at him dumbfounded, and Xingzi's eyes glowed with water.

"There is flour." The teenager wiped his mouth innocently.

Miao Miao was surprised: "Noodles ..."

"Ok."

"Can you eat it?"

Miao Miao saw his calm look. He doubted his common sense. After thinking for a while, he tilted his head and asked silly, "Is it delicious?"

Mu Sheng's dark eyes stared at her, looking very focused, and a dangerous smile appeared in the eyes: "Sweet."

His sweet and poppy expression lasted only two seconds, before it was too late to stop, Ling Miaomiao had already dipped his fingers into the flour on the chopping board and reached into his mouth suspiciously.

Mu Sheng opened his mouth and failed to speak.

Ling Miaomiao: "Yuck!"

"Deceptive!"

The dishes on the table were filled with dishes, and they were quickly filled with braised elbows and steamed sea bass ... The dishes you made yourself are naturally inferior to the hotel, but it took the protagonist a whole day to make this table. When you really serve the table, you have a special sense of accomplishment.

A pot of hot wine was poured into the glass, Ling Miaomiao took a small bite, the hot scalding touch straight into the lungs, a little bit up, tears in his eyes.

For the first time in these days in this world, I feel at home.

"Don't drink too much." Mu Sheng saw her tearfully looking at the table without speaking, paused, snatched the wine glass in her hand, and put a chopsticks and vegetables into her mouth. "Press a little."

"Ah you ... don't be so nervous." Liu Fuyi waved her hand with a smile, and she noticed that she drank a little, completely ignoring the unpleasant gaze, and her face was excited. "It's okay to be drunk today, come, Miao Miao, Brother Liu respects you. "

Ling Miaomiao happily touched the glass with Liu Fuyi, twisted it over, and unilaterally touched the cup with Mu Sheng in her hand again before drinking.

The cup on the boy's hand was touched crisply by her, and a little liquid spilled, his expression moved slightly. It seemed that someone had knocked on the gong clearly, and the little vinegar that was accumulated suddenly disappeared.

He slowly rubbed the wine splashing on his fingers on his lips.

"Brother Liu, what was it like when you were a kid?" Ling Miaomiao asked on the table.

She is really curious, and the appearance is like the hero of a fairy figure, it seems that she has never had a childhood.

"When I was a kid?" Liu Fuyi seemed to hear something interesting, and a smile spread on his lips. He looked back at Mu Yao next to him. "It's fine to tell you."

"I don't look like Yao'er was catching a demon family. I was born in Shijing, and my family is not ample." He smiled. "When I was a kid, I climbed trees and pulled bird nests all day long. The Taoist learns to draw symbols, so my dad is chasing behind him, playing with a stick. "

Ling Miaomiao was dumbfounded.

"His old man can't hit me." Liu Fuyi smiled, rarely showing a boyish complacent look. "Because I will go to the tree."

Even Mu Yao couldn't help but smile, covering his mouth with the back of his hand and turning his head to the side: "Say less."

"Later, the idle priest became my master, and began to teach me to draw symbols formally, but he died after a few years of drawing. Before he died, he gave me a tower and let me go through the rivers and lakes." He touched his arms with one hand. The Jiu Xuan collection demon tower inside, **** his mouth, "then it becomes what you see now."

While everyone hadn't responded yet, he tapped the plate with chopsticks "due" and excitedly: "Yaoer, how about you?"

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