Black Lotus Tactics Manual

The governor glanced at the figure with his back facing him, and paused: "Go back and stare every day. If his hair grows longer, report it to me quickly."

"For ... why?"

The manager sighed: "When I was young, I listened to the older generation of demon-catchers, saying, 'The power of the big demon is more stored in hair.' The deeper the demon power, the longer the hair. . "

"Yes." Everyone stared at Nono.

The sound of footsteps weakened, and the steward went away.

"Alas ..." The voice dragged a sad voice and murmured, "You said such a monster, the master took so much effort to get home, why?"

"Hush--" Another person's tone carried these schadenfreudes and his voice was lowered. "I heard that the monster's mother is gorgeous. Who is the child's father? I'm not sure ..."

The listener smiled: "Oh, you mean ..."

"I didn't say anything, I guessed it."

The two smiled and joked: "Although it is a half-demon, in case it is really a kind of lord, it can be regarded as a kind of queen ..."

"Squeak--" The door closed, and the sound of the two laughter was isolated. On the ground at the door, there was a cold meal alone.

Bai Yirong's fingers crumpled the black paper sticking to the window and made a clattering noise. If it wasn't for the girl to pull her hand out, she almost ripped the piece of paper down and kneaded it into a ball.

There was almost a fire in her eyes: it really made her guess right ...

What kind of beauties, such a cold and proud man as Mu Huaijiang, can be confused? No matter how bad she was, she was also the daughter of the demon catcher's family. For the rest of her life, she acted foolishly and never let him see it.

A demon ... why is she?

Her eyes were red with anger, and she pushed the black paper with her hand and turned her head away.

The boy sitting at the table tilted his head and looked at the window dreamily, as if wondering why the bright light projected on his face had disappeared. For a long while, the red light slowly converged, and the room fell into darkness.

"Second Madam ..." The maid ran to catch up with her all the way, "Don't listen to them, they are all nonsense ..."

"Master is in the secret room ..." Bai Yirong murmured, looking back at the maid's face, and asked coldly, "What are you doing in the secret room?"

Ma Xiaosheng was afraid that she would break into the secret room, and the roots of her hairs stood up, almost kneeling down to her: "I heard that it was in formation, and I couldn't be bothered ..."

"Huaijiang and I set up a seven-killing team in the back room, using Mu Sheng as a bait, and set up an awaiting complaint."

Mu Yao's hands and feet were cold, and the letter turned a page.

"Four days later, the complaining girl really attacked Mufu at night, trying to save this son, and finally fell into the seven-killing formation and fell to our hands."

"Huaijiang's old friend Kong Qing Dao knew that we had captured the grievances and hurried to stop, telling us the consequences of killing the grievances."

"..."

"Lastly, imprison it in a dungeon with a chain and seal it with a yellow paper spell."

"After Mu Sheng forgot the mantra, there was no memory limitation, and the demon power was repeatedly out of control. There were dozens of dead people in the house. It was difficult for others besides me and Yao'er."

If he used to be an ordinary child, he occasionally revealed his half-demon power, and after forgetting the worries curse to seize his memory, he survived as a half-demon, and occasionally remembered that he was a child.

This situation is usually when Bai Jin goes to give him meals, or when Mu Yao plays with him.

He trusts Bai Jin very much. Whenever she approaches, he will converge the red light, and sometimes lean his head quietly in her arms, like a chick hiding under the wing of a female bird, so pityful.

As for Mu Yao-

At that time she was only ten years old, pure as a piece of white paper, without any evil thoughts. Although Mu Sheng is violent, he is very clever and possesses a keen instinct like a beast. He can distinguish who is treating him sincerely, so he does not resist Mu Yao's approach.

"I love Mu Sheng, I owe it to you."

Bai Jin's handwriting was thin, and at this time he was faintly powerful and unattractive, "but his anger is difficult to control, and it is not a long-term plan after all."

"The power of the big demon is more stored in the hair. The hair of this child is more like the silk of hatred. Since entering the house, once stimulated, the hair has grown three inches, killing dozens, but in March, it has grown to the waist , Except me and Huaijiang, it is difficult for others to parry. "

This matter reached the end, Mu Huaijiang was the first to raise objections.

In his view, Bai Jin had previously forcibly brought people back. One was to wait for the **** to be a bait. The other was to provide protection for Mu Yao.

But in the end, the second thing he valued most was. He doesn't like a half-demon who can't control himself, and he doesn't take it as a real child. Now the complaining girl has been imprisoned in the dungeon by them. If he can't **** his daughter, it will become a piece of waste.

The forgetting mantra didn't work as expected, and Mu Sheng could only be kept in Hanlian Hall, like a wild and untamable little beast, unable to contact outsiders, let alone accompany Mu Yao to go out and practice.

Moreover, this monster has caused panic among the people in the house, and everyone is exhausted.

He deliberately dealt with Mu Sheng, then summoned many demon catchers, formed an alliance, and strengthened the seal of the grudge. Even if her demon power was restored, she would be locked in that small world forever, and she could not come out to cause trouble.

"It was at this time that the Kongqing Daoist brought the method of permanently killing the blame girl, but one stone and two birds, was in the heart of Huaijiang. It was just a cruel method, I did not agree. When the dispute is uncertain, things have changed abruptly."

The courtyard was shrouded in the dark night, and the cornice had only a dark outline, and a small crescent moon was hung on the towering tip of the metasequoia, and soon it was half covered by the floating clouds.

Mu Huaijiang hand-carried the lamp and led the long-bearded Taoist walking behind the winding bridge, turning back and whispering something from time to time. The two of them walked fast, and the lantern in their hands was like a swift spark.

Mu Huaijiang turned back inadvertently, a figure wearing a hood clung to the roots of the wall in a panic. The wind blew the wide brim and sleeves, revealing a petite outline.

Ling Miaomiao struggled to identify for a long time in a picture with extremely low resolution-it was a woman.

The two quickly walked away, the woman wrapped tightly behind her, a black robe blended with the night, and followed him lightly.

The route twists and turns and walks to the uninhabited pavilion at the west end. Mu Huaijiang looked subconsciously outside, and then the door was closed. He took down the long rolling landscape on the wall, revealing a dilapidated wooden door.

The woman hid behind the window, her fingers clenched tightly.

Mu Huaijiang took the key, opened the small wooden door, and signaled that the long-bearded Taoist was advanced. The two of them stooped down and entered the door one after the other, disappearing into the door, and the sound of empty footsteps was faintly heard.

The woman's footsteps were cat-like, and she quickly opened the door and slipped in.

Under the wooden door, there is no cave.

Down the steps, the cave made of rough stones was cold and wet, and the corners were ticking with water leaking, printed in the puddles, giving an empty and round echo.

Every few steps, a light was hurriedly placed on the ground to illuminate the uneven road underfoot.

"Go on." Mu Huaijiang waved his hands, and the two round-faced mute women guarding the outer periphery bowed back.

The chain made a clattering noise, Mu Huaijiang carried a candlestick in his hand, and suddenly shone into the dim stone cave. The man sitting on the ground raised his hand to cover his eyes and blocked the dazzling light.

The outstretched hand had slender five fingers, pale skin, and a heavy shackle tied to his wrist. The cast iron was rough blue-black with a colorful red rust, which formed a strong impact with the woman's snowy and thin arm.

She was tied by the thick chain of the baby's arm, almost naked, and she was also shackled on her ankle. The chain extended to the wall and nailed firmly into the wall.

A whole wall was covered with densely packed runes, and Dansha's writings overlapped, with deep and shallow shades, and airtight.

Her sitting posture is tempting, showing an elegant curve, like a mermaid stranded on the shore.

Little by little, she removed her finger and looked sideways.

The eyelashes stretch like butterfly wings, and in the eyes is the rain of Jiangnan, the spring is boundless.

From the tip of the nose to the lips of the cherry blossoms, to the curvature of the lower jaw, it is a heavenly creation. At the moment she looked up, it seemed that the dark cave was illuminated.

The long-haired Taoist nodded his head, and looked at the woman's eyes in front of him. The two began to talk, and said three or two sentences shortly. They couldn't hear clearly, and the background sound was a shrill whine—

The woman hiding behind the stone wall shivered, and her red eyes were only the stunner sitting on the ground.

It seems that just for a special trip to see her, Mu Huaijiang and the Changshu Taoist only briefly said a few words and left.

The heavy shackles clattered, and she sat in a different posture, with a sense of indifferent smile still hanging on her face.

The woman hidden in the dark flashed from behind the stone wall, walked in front of her in a few steps, took off the hood, and exposed a makeup-faced face.

——Bai Yirong.

She was condescending and stared at the woman's face: "Who are you?"

The woman tilted her head and gave her a funny look, with a casual expression: "Who are you?"

Her voice was delicate and beautiful, with a bit of husky, echoed in the stone cave, and the heart was crisp.

"You still have a face to ask me? I am the second lady of Mufu. You are such an unknown monster. What are you! You are not even a human, dare to seduce someone's husband ..." She was anxious. Then, after saying a few words, it almost evolved into a curse pointing at the nose.

"Seduce?" The woman looked at her and was silent for a while, her eyes began to flash with a faint light, and the smile became more and more strange. "It's your husband's stubbornness, how can it be seduced."

"You **** ..."

"Believe it or not." She smiled lazily, "I and his son, he will not take it into the house, heir for you Mu family?

Bai Yirong buzzed in his head, even the strength of the shout was gone, muttered: "Impossible, impossible ... isn't it, is it not a rumor?"

The woman stretched out her arm and pulled the chain to rattle, as if deliberately showing her the shackles on her wrist: "Look, having a son is not enough, he wants me to stay beside him. She has a different way, he can't marry me as a lady , Also asked me to be his ban. "

Bai Yirong's eyes turned red, and he wished to rush up to tear her into pieces: "I don't know how shameful ... shameless fox spirit."

"He loves me." The woman didn't seem to see her anger, and then slowly said, "He is obedient to me, he can't wait to hold the sky and the moon to my eyes, and I disdain him. "

She turned her head slowly, with a little ironic sympathy in her eyes: "Have he ever loved you?"

"Do you know what it means to be loved?"

"Are there any other values ​​in your life besides having children?"

"Shut up!" Bai Yirong screamed and flew over, riding on her, grabbing her hair, and slapped a few slaps on her moving face, and scratched several blood marks fiercely, "Little **** , Bitch, make you proud ... "

She chuckled lightly and looked up provocatively at the abnormal Bai Yirong. The blood marks and redness on her face subsided quickly, revealing Bai Yu's flawless skin. How can this little injury get me? "

Bai Yirong looked at her gasping, her eyes full of blood.

"You have lived your whole life, but you have been young for only 20 years, and you will be old and decayed. You see, your skin has already begun to relax. It's really pitiful."

She smiled gently: "And I will always remain young and beautiful, even if Mu Huaijiang became an old man, I will always look like this."

"You're extravagantly asking for something in your life. I can get it easily with just one face. I'm sorry."

"After all, men are always so stunned, are you right?"

"You ..." Bai Yirong's teeth trembled, his anger rose, and there was a drowning dizziness.

"Unless you kill me." The woman smiles more charmingly. "Otherwise, you can't take me forever, you know?"

Killed, killed her ... The thoughts in my mind became clearer and clearer, and the whole body of blood surged straight up.

"Kill you……"

"Dare you?" She smiled provocatively, her eyes bright as if they were two bright stars.

"Oh--" Shaking hands, holding the dagger, plunged into the soft skin, "How dare I ..."

The hot and humid blood flowed into her hands, exuding a strange fragrance. She woke up like a dream and realized what she had done. She crawled back and forth.

The woman on the ground was like a deflated doll, twitching in the pool of blood, looking at her, the light gleamed in her eyes, and the sound of "ho ho" came out of her mouth, and she laughed proudly, and the scene was extremely strange.

Immediately, the perfect and flawless body slowly shattered, half turned into flying snow, half turned into fallen leaves, and spun out in the air, and a gust of wind suddenly broke out of the shackles. The dagger and the chain stuck in her heart crashed out. Fell to the ground.

Bai Yirong realized that he was in a catastrophe, his legs were soft, and he struggled to climb for a long time before he got up. His **** hand dragged a deep red blood stain in the stone cave.

She didn't care to put on a hood, and she ran staggeringly away, turning the falling snow and leaves, like the rain falling, the wind swept, and surrounded her petite body instantly.

Bai Yirong suddenly fell forward to the ground, motionless as if dead.

After a long time, she climbed up extremely slowly, walked back to the stone cave slowly, and stooped down to pick up the dagger on the ground and thrust into her arms. He tilted his head like a tour, looked around carefully, and then walked out of the dungeon silently.