Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"I?"

Mu Yao had a few more drinks today, and a thin layer of red appeared on his face, which was a bit duller than usual. He did n’t say anything when he heard the words, but he was a little embarrassed and said slowly, "I was bored when I was a kid . "

"Go out to practice the spell when it's not dawn, draw ten symbols every day, and go out to practice every other month."

The sound of Mu murmured, and there was no resistance. He listened quietly, and it seemed that he still listened. Ling Miaomiao looked back at him quietly and was very pleased.

"When I was young, my father treated me very seriously. If I didn't meet the standard, I had to go to a dark room to confine." She took a sip of wine, her eyelashes drooped, and recalled the past with a faint smile. "No father's order, No one can let me out. When it's cold and hungry, only she ... "

I do n’t know if it ’s alcohol. She did n’t avoid it anymore. Instead, she paused and said with a confused expression, “She hit and yelled at the next doormen and rushed in with a food box, Send me dinner. "

Her consciousness spread out, as if she smelled the warm aroma of those years, boiled ribs porridge, and boiled eggs.

The woman watched her eat, and hugged her and cried her feet in tears, making her clothes wet with tears: "Who loves to be the head of the demon family! Yao'er is wrong, let's marry a good man Is it okay? Comfortable for a lifetime ... "

Ling Miaomiao couldn't hold back her curiosity and turned around and asked quietly, "Who is she?"

Mu Sheng paused and said: "Bai Yirong."

Ling Miao Miao was surprised: "Is Aunt Rong?"

To and fro, Mu Yao repeatedly mentioned and avoided taboos, like the beasts of the floods, and he was reluctant to even mention the name, but the person who only called the phrase "her" turned out to be her biological mother.

"Well." Mu Yao heard it, smiled, and repeated the name that had been dusted for many years in a complex mood, "Aunt Rong."

"Aunt Rong, married my father at the age of 18."

That year, Mu Family Head Mu Huaijiang and his wife Bai Jin were married for six years and had no children under their knees.

The marriage between the two great families, Bai Jin is the eldest daughter of her sister-in-law, outstanding appearance, gentle and generous, superb skills, and Mu Huaijiang are a pair of beauties. Everywhere is good, but it is a pity that Bai Jin has always been in poor health and is difficult to support.

The Bai family can be regarded as a family of demon catchers who know how to advance and retreat. How can Mu Huaijiang succeed in the future? It must be uneasy to let my uncle marry an outsider. After thinking about it, she picked a girl from the family and sent it to her. It was Bai Jinrong, Bai Jin's cousin.

Bai Yirong went up and down, and was far away from Bai Jin. The girl is not qualified to practice the technique, but grows up in a boudoir like a daughter's house. The door does not go out of the way, the eyes are short, the temper is tempered, and she likes to dress up and be jealous.

In short, it is a gaudy stupid woman.

The Bai family's idea was simple. Bai Jin was hollowed out by practicing techniques in his early years. Later, he followed Mu Huaijiang's adventures in catching monsters and suffered several serious injuries before he lost his ability to bear children. A woman who can't do tricks and is ordinary, just spoiled in the backyard, gave birth to Mu Huaijiang's bloodline, hugged Bai Jinyang, and could not threaten the glorious lintel of Bai's parents.

Bai Yirong's life is indeed very simple.

She was born in the back house, grew up in the back house, and was still trapped in the back house for the rest of her life. People, either scolding or scolding, crying at both ends for three days, disturbing the chickens and dogs at home.

"I do not like her."

Mu Yao came to a conclusion and said lightly, "Her temper, few people can bear it." She took a breath and seemed uncomfortable: "She's still not good with Asheng."

Mu Sheng raised his head and looked at the semi-drunken and guilty Mu Yao. His frozen indifferent eyes finally showed signs of loosening: "... Sister, don't say this."

"Sister Mu ..." Miao Mi asked doubtfully, "Is it because of this?"

Mu Yao shook his head, took a sip of wine, and his eyes were getting colder. The pair of always light-colored glazed pupils suddenly brightened.

"Six years ago, my family fell in love with me, and 33 people died because of death. They were all thanks to her."

"Ah ..." Miaomiao was startled, "She ... why?"

"She is a demon." Mu Yao's smile was a little sullen, "Maybe it was contaminated by demon qi, maybe he had already practiced black magic, or maybe it was a big demon who pretended to be an adult.

I vaguely remember the smoke rising from the blazing fire, which distorted and blurred the vision of the eyes and the woman ’s skirt in the fire, stepping on the corpses under the feet, a string of blood on his face, a cold smile spread, red lips Qing Qi: "Mu Jia, it's so clean."

Looking into her eyes, there was no joy or love, only hatred, ridicule, and a bit of cold murderousness.

The memory was in one piece, and I tried hard to recall that only this short scene remained in my mind.

"I just want to understand, don't understand ..." Mu Yao whispered, tears flowing down without warning, holding the wine glass, even with a broken expression like a wronged child, silently Tears, "I hate her, I have to find her, ask her why?"

Liu Fuyi sighed and took some drunk Mu Yao into his arms, patting her back comfortably.

Ling Miao wonders, this is something that was never in the original plot.

The big demon who killed the upper and lower Mu family thought that it was a powerful role, but Bai Yirong did not want it ... Miao Miao's mind was filled with paste, and he kept pouring wine into his stomach.

Mu Yao snuggled up with Liu Fuyi, staring blankly at the empty plate on the table.

Once, in the dark room, when she appeared with the food container, when the warm porridge flowed into her belly, when she cried exaggeratedly holding herself, the hairpins with golden hairpins on her head were all When I squeezed it down, I sent hairpins to her and smiled and said, "Yaoer wears" ...

Her nostalgia and closeness, at that time she did not speak out because of the self-esteem of young people.

But before she could grow up, she was separated from each other by blood and blood, and it was frightening and she could not sleep at night.

The sound of "mother" stuck in her throat cannot be called out in this life.

"Boom--"

"Bang Bang--"

The fireworks suddenly became dense, and the dim light flashed outside the windows, and the lively voices of the town centre could almost be heard for a time.

Wufang Town is a paradise for eating, drinking and playing. People light fireworks and revel until midnight to celebrate the arrival of the Chinese New Year.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit sad under the warmth, and the candle flame swayed gently, and almost no one made a sound.

Mu Sheng leaned back in his chair, looked at Mu Yao's silently shaking shoulder, and remembered the grotesque dream.

In his dream, he even called Bai Yirong a mother, how ridiculous he was to kiss her mother and son.

——The temple suddenly pained sharply, the teenager's face was pale, and his forehead was pressed against his forehead. The cramping pain suddenly disappeared for a long time.

He leaned against the back of the chair, turning his fingertips at the devil's handle in a daze.

Under the calm appearance of Wufang Town, there seemed to be a vicious stormy wave hidden. As long as he opened the stopper, he would gush out and swallow him.

Since the first day he came here, he had a very strong sense of uneasiness. Correspondingly, the friendly face of Mu Rong'er in the dream became clearer, but unfortunately in those dreams, she was malicious. The posture is more vicious than Bai Yirong.

"Sister, do you remember when she pleased her father?"

He picked up the wine glass and put it on his lips a little, his eyes dark and his tone calm.

Mu Yao heard the question and straightened her waist, thinking for a moment in a daze.

Yes, at the beginning, my father didn't like Bai Yirong very much. Her snobbishness and vulgarity were out of step with this well-regulated and plain family.

But then, suddenly, for a while, the two became painty, and she saw her carrying her father back to the room more than once. The two were talking and laughing, and Bai Jinli stood beside him, looking at him sadly, and she stopped talking.

At that time, Bai Yirong still had the face with pointed jaws, hook-like eyes, rich makeup, and bare chest, but there was a kind of high arrogance flatly. This arrogance was mainly reflected in her chestnut eyes-smirking When people like to look sideways, the hook at the end of the eyes will look strangely charming, and there is a distant smile in his eyes, and the smile is indifferent like ice.

During that time, she was less entangled with herself, and the number of riots was much less.

At that time, Mu Huaijiang suddenly began to look at the side room of this room, and lifted her up to be more than his wife, lingering day by day, even a little ... means to be beautiful.

But how is it possible? Mu Yao wants to come now, and still feels quite absurd. Bai Yirong's temperament ... She would rather believe that her father was seduced by Su Daji, or she could not believe that Bai Yirong could be the one who shakes his will.

"I was fourteen years old." She frowned and hesitated. "Once, the door of her room was not closed. I passed the gallery and heard ... I heard my father in her room."

She had never thought that when the majestic father in front of outsiders would have that kind of Meng Lang, through the narrow door slit, she vaguely saw Bai Yirong hooked his neck and hung on him, the voice was like a crying warrior, Crisp and charming, he said strangely: "Master, my name is Rongniang."

"... Rong Niang."

"Well, lord ..."

She smiled and gently turned her head to look in the direction of the door slit, with a mocking smile in her eyes, a somewhat provocative expression.

At that moment, her heart jumped suddenly, thinking that her **** was noticed, and she ran away with cold hands and feet.

She pursed her lips: "She asked Dad to call her Rong Niang."

From then on, Mu Huaijiang spoiled her and called her Rong Niang according to words, and Bai Jin did not shy away from her.

Bai Yirong's complacent days started from this, until the night when the Mu family disappeared.

Mu Sheng turned the glass and whispered: "Is it ... Rong Niang?"

He picked up the jug and filled it again, not knowing what he was thinking, heavy upset.

A wine lamp suddenly reached his eyes, Ling Miaomiao looked at him with red cheeks and suede-like eyes, a little drunk, with a soft voice: "I want it too."

When he looked back, he realized that after listening to them for a while, she quietly drank the pot in front of him and asked for him.

They sat next to each other, and when they lifted their hands, they touched her shirt. The warm gardenia fragrance in the girl's hair was mixed with the scent of wine, and it was irritating. The previous cloudy thoughts "bang". It was all gone.

His eyelashes moved lightly, circumventing her hand, and poured himself down, pressing his violent heartbeat: "You ... have taken a pot."

The amount of Ling Miao Miao wine is not good. A pot of knives in Jingyangpo can make her drunk and talk nonsense, and then drink it, what will it look like?

"No, there isn't enough pot." Miao Miao reasoned indistinctly, grabbed his arm with his right hand, and leaned on him inadvertently, half anxiously aggrieved. I am thirsty. "

Her breath was already blowing on the side of his neck.

"... No." He paused, spit out two words hard, put her arm down gently, not knowing whether she was stopping her or restraining herself, "Thirst, I will pour water for you."

He did n’t let go of the jug, fearing that she would have a chance, just got up, turned around, and found Liu Fuyi directly took his jug and reached over, pours it on her heroically, "pour some water ...... Drinking alcohol for the New Year! "

Mu Sheng bit the back molar: "Mr. Liu ..."

"Thank Brother Liu." Before he could win it, Ling Miaomiao smiled and sipped.

Afterwards, she was still unsatisfied and quickly grabbed the cup he placed on the table, followed by pouring it down, licking the edge of his cup like a greedy cat.

Afterwards, she squeezed two empty wine glasses in her hand with satisfaction, and touched them flat for a while. After a while, they seemed to be unaware that the teenager was staring at her with red eyes, as if the beast was staring tightly. White rabbit.

She also squeezed the two cups, raised her eyes, and smiled silly at him: "Happy New Year, Childhood."

Suddenly, several fireworks exploded, and the window was bright, colorful, and infinite stars scattered.