Black Lotus Tactics Manual

After feeding the bird, he put Ling Miaomiao's tent down and put on his coat and went out.

Mu Sheng picked up the pot placed on the stone platform and watered the pots of Chrysanthemum in the front yard. The water was soon sprinkled, and he looked at the green grass blades.

In the thin sunlight of winter, water droplets flowed on the round leaves, with a little light shining.

He touched his heart silently, feeling the beating of the heart under his skin.

After the Unforgettable Mantra was unlocked, countless forgotten old days came back to mind.

He traced Mu Rong'er's face in his head, smiled slowly, and finally slowly painted it as the original familiar person, combed his hair in front of the dressing table, and spoke softly, "Xiao Sheng'er's hair is like his father, and Black and bright. "

The light was dim in front of the red Luo account, and a ray of light came in through the slit of the curtain, falling on her side face, quiet and gentle, and the unforgettable love in her eyes.

Such a person will not even hate.

He has a mother, once.

Even though I was struggling, because I supported each other, I never felt overwhelmed.

The day before the flower break, she took out the silver glittering fairy from the drawer and cut it, marking it on his waist-length hair.

She looked at his face in the mirror for a long time and seemed to want to engrave his face in her heart.

"Xiaosheng'er, my mother asks you."

"If one day, the mother is no longer a mother, will you be afraid?"

He looked up at her and was surprised to find that although she smiled, her eyes were terribly red. Immediately, two drops of red blood fell out of her eye sockets and suddenly fell to the white cheeks.

"What's wrong with the mother?" He stretched out his small hand in panic, smearing the two drops of bright red.

She held his wrist and smiled, "Sheng'er, this is tears of parting."

"Mother won't make you a monster." She said, wiping her tears dry, pulling up his hair, cutting it off, and cutting off the thread of hatred at his end.

Broken Moon Shear is a thing of the Xian family. Broken love and hatred can only choose one. Broken his inherent hatred, she can not break her life-long love.

Hatred by love, blame females.

Rong Niang took his hand and took care of his forehead with compassion: "Don't be afraid of Niang, Niang will protect you desperately and want to live."

From this monster, he stepped back from a monster he didn't know, and turned into a half demon who can disguise an adult. Even today, he still has love, hate, passion, and temperature in this world.

His palm pressed against his heart, and slowly, the temperature of his chest was transferred to the cold palm.

Without him, nothing would happen. If it were not for him, Mu Rong'er would not be swallowed by the complaining girl. He is the bane.

The teenager tilted his mouth, his self-deprecating smile spread, and there was a little cold light in his eyes.

Another memory came to mind.

That was when he first entered Mufu, and during a meal, Bai Yirong mentioned him abnormally.

"Mu Sheng hasn't spoken yet." She asked inadvertently, Mu Huaijiang didn't take it seriously, and Bai Jin looked at it strangely.

"I asked someone to make a name, and the transshipment is called the child period."

She has always been used to it, and everyone is accustomed to it. Bai Jin meditated again, without picking out any mistakes, and agreed with a smile: "Then call it childhood."

Now I want to think that Bai Yirong's tone that day, even under the indifferent pretentiousness, is an unstoppable familiar gentleness.

She was still there at that time, trying her best to tell him his original name.

It's just ... this memory should be after forgetting the mantra, why didn't he remember it before?

The teenager frowned, his closed eyelashes were trembling, and his temples were tingling with pain ... The forgetfulness curse was solved, how could it still feel like this?

"Child period."

A crunchy call brought him out of the abyss.

He looked up, Ling Miaomiao pushed the window open, and was lying in the window looking at him. I didn't know how long he had been lying, his face flushed with the wind.

The world regained its vitality in an instant, and the sounds of birds and wind broke free from the silence. A warm fragrance in the house smelt out, the richness in the tent, the girl's warm body and vivid eyes, it seemed that he was nostalgic for the world. Reason.

"What are you doing?" Miao Miao was lying at the window with a smile in her eyes, carrying a bird cage in her hand, quietly carrying her behind her back, ready to show him the masterpiece of "Sound".

The bird in the cage ate a large pit in the valley that was piled up on a hill, swallowed slowly to avoid choking, and sprayed water on it, like a dedicated sculptor, carving a wonder like a wind-eroded mushroom .

Ling Miaomiao watched him approaching, ready to wait for him to admit "watering flowers", and then he said, "Is there still water in the pot"? Who knows that he went to the window, raised his face, closed his eyes, and Lips reached her eyes.

"waiting for you."

The girl paused, a thin layer of red on her cheeks, her arm propped on the window sill, leaned out of the window, and slowly lowered her head.

"Whee--" The cage tilted, and the bird watched his wind-eroded mushroom "wow" and fell down, flapping its wings angrily.

In these days, Mu Sheng and Mu Yao met and could hardly look directly at each other.

The grudges and grievances of the previous generation were entangled and the grievances were reported. At this stage, the two people could not say who was sorry and who was more.

In contrast, Mu Yao was even more frustrated. When Liu Fuyi pushed the rice bowl to her, she just ate a little bit and lost her appetite.

Bai Jin's letter almost shattered her long-standing beliefs: "Fuyi, I really don't know if this is the case, do I need to publish it?"

Bu Qi killing waiting for complaining women, is the protagonist group's initial plan. But now, her family hates have another cause and effect, Bai Yirong was taken away by the complaining girl, supporting her hatred to the present, almost turned into a joke.

For a moment of silence on the table, Liu Fuyi replied: "Do you think that we will not make preparations, will the complaining girl let you go?"

His eyes swept over Mu Yao, and he looked helplessly at Mu Sheng.

Mu Yao did not speak, but Mu Sheng replied first: "No."

Ling Miaomiao looked at him sideways. The teenager had bowed his head to eat seriously.

Mu Yao knew this in her heart. She was the daughter of the enemy to the grudge, and Mu Sheng was the source of strength. Even if they let go of the grudge, she would not let them go.

She sighed and had to look directly at Mu Sheng's face: "A Sheng ..."

Her voice was a bit jerky.

"Arrange it." Mu Sheng didn't raise his eyes, and answered while holding vegetables. "It's not her who complains."

The girl who swallowed her was also his enemy.

In such a lunch without a match, the plan was finalized.

Liu Fuyi cleared her throat and broke the somewhat frozen atmosphere, "Yaoer."

He looked around the crowd and sighed: "If you are really unhappy, let's have a wedding."

The table was silent for a moment, and Mu Yao was stunned for a while. There was no response for a while.

"Fuck." Miao Miao's chopsticks fell off. She quickly picked them up and beat the table excitedly: "Brother Liu, are you proposing?"

Mu Yao was stunned first, and then his face flushed red: "Miao Miao, don't be fooled ..."

"Well, I'm proposing." Liu Fuyi interrupted her words lightly, staring softly at Mu Yao's face. "It shouldn't be dragged on for so long. Let's get married."

"..."

Before the heavy snow festival, Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao held a wedding in this exquisite house in Wufang Township.

Ling Miaomiao thought that her and Mu Sheng's broken temple wedding was already rudimentary enough. She didn't expect Mu Yao to be several times rudimentary than her. She didn't even have Xia, wearing a red scarf and wearing a crimson skirt, A row of candles was lit in the hall, and the world was worshipped in the small courtyard.

After all, it is the male and female protagonists in the original book, with original good shells, Liu Fuyi is warm, Mu Yao is cold, even if the two people wear the cheapest clothes and walk in hand in hand, they are also a pair of noble and glamorous people. No one matches them better.

On the night of their marriage, Ling Miaomiao personally cooked and cooked dumplings for the newcomers.

She dumped the dumplings together with Mu Sheng, and all of them were soft and prone. Ling Miaomiao guiltfully scooped the broken dumplings into his bowl, and finally let Mu Sheng pour it into his bowl.

"You are so smart, how can you not learn how to make dumplings?" Ling Miaomiao asked with a sad face.

The teenager looked at her, seeming to be a little surprised, slightly pursed his lips, and said affirmatively: "It will be next time."

Is it so magical?

Ling Miaomiao hadn't bypassed the bend yet, Liu Fuyi, who was wearing a wedding dress, spoke. He held a broken dumpling and looked at it for a long time: "Miao Miao, the next time you cook dumplings with some salt, you won't broken."

"Oh." Ling Miao Miao nodded quietly.

Liu Fuyi put it in his mouth to taste it, and smiled: "Miao Miao, less salt, more spice powder."

Ling Miao Miao held back for a long time, forgive him for getting married today, and hummed: "I see."

Mu Yao, who covered the hijab, lifted the hijab away, revealing the red lips that perfectly outlined the lip shape, and ate one carefully to give Miaomiao a relief: "I think it's pretty good."

Liu Fuyi attached to her ear and said, "She can't cook, she needs to practice well."

Mu Yao Renjun couldn't help but say: "Actually, I am no better than Miaomiao."

"That's different." Liu Fuyi answered seriously, "I will cook if you have me."

Ling Miaomiao covered her eyes and only looked at them through her fingernails: "... Brother Liu, go to the cave after eating."

Liu Fuyi really did not say anything, sitting upright, eating dumplings intently. The straight male representative, who has always been unresponsive, was a little embarrassed under the wonderful ridicule.

Miao Miao stared at Mu Yao's exposed lips curiously.

Since Mu Yao's appearance, she has always appeared in a light and light image, and has almost never seen her look with heavy makeup.

Miao Miao felt itchy immediately and asked carefully, "Sister Mu, can I look at your face?"

"Yes." Mu Yao paused, raised his hand just to lift the hijab, and was held by Liu Fuyi.

"My bride, only I can watch. What do you think is going on?"

Miao Miaoqi hummed in a hurry.

Liu Fuyi led Mu Yao into the cave. The two walked slowly and calmly, with unspeakable warmth and ease. Miao Miao looked far away, her heart mixed with sorrow.

If there is no big mistake in the plot line, the protagonist's marriage is a sign that "catching the monster" is about to come to the end. After the last huge wave hits, the story comes to an abrupt end.

And this last level is the death of all of them.

Back in the room, Miao Miao sat at the dressing table and combed her hair in front of the mirror.

Thinking of Sister Mu's face that she didn't think so, she painted herself red lips with anger.

Mu Sheng sat aside, not blaming her for applying grease and powder at night, but looked at her brightly, her eyes flashing: "I will paint for you."

"You paint?" Ling Miaomiao hesitated, looking up with curiosity, closing his eyes and seeing what he painted.

The teenager took a thin-headed wolf from the rack, walked to her, pinched her face, lightly rubbed cinnabar with a pen, and outlined it on her forehead.

The moist pen tip swept over the forehead, itchy, her closed eyelashes quivered and muttered: "Are you all right?"

"It's fast." He deliberately slowed down, looking at her eyebrows, all of which looked like kisses on her forehead.

"Okay." He let go of his hand, Ling Miaomiao opened his eyes, and leaned in front of the mirror to see, a red five-petal plum was small and exquisitely printed on the forehead.

Mu Sheng's dark eyes looked at the mirror, quiet, his lips slightly raised-he was selfish.

Ling Miaomiao used to engrave on bamboo dragonflies, and once represented him with five-petal plum blossoms.

"Wow." Ling Miaomiao was unaware and looked at the mirror intently, trying to reach out and touch it, but was afraid that it would break, and his fingers rested on the edge of his forehead.

She turned her head, her excited eyes slammed into his eyes, and Mu Sheng gently lifted her jaw and kissed her on the forehead.

"Hey--"

my flower!

Miao Miao exclaimed angrily, dodge back, Mu Sheng held her back, deliberately pressed her forehead, and rubbed the flower into a mess of red with her soft lips.

"..." Ling Miao Miao Wang looked in the mirror. The five-petal plum blossoms that had been alive for less than a minute had been destroyed and looked at the little red on the lips of the black lotus. Give him: "Quick wipe."

"Don't you say? Vermilion was poisoned!"

Mu Sheng wiped her lips with delicacy and looked at her innocently.

The author has something to say: Miao Miao: Brother Liu, you have changed.