Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao, who always get up early in the morning to practice morning exercises, both got up late the next day of their wedding.

Three days before, Liu Fuyi came out of the room, and as soon as he went out, he ran into Ling Miaomiao's arms and stood in front of him, gazing at him with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Brother Liu." She tilted her head, the blue ribbon on her bun fluttered, and Kyoko looked at him with a smile on his face, and asked shamelessly, "Is the new wedding unhappy?"

This girl ...

"Cough." Various nights rushed back to his mind. He covered the floor and looked up. "Ah? What are you doing here with us in the morning?"

Miao Miao's ridiculous smile closed, and said about the business, "Brother Liu, can you borrow your Jiuxuan harvest demon tower?"

Her eyes blinked, with a little dry tension and anxiety in her eyes.

Liu Fuyi froze for a moment, and subconsciously touched the small wooden pagoda of the cuff. He said strangely, "What are you doing with the demon tower?"

This demon tower is not like a daily necessity, but a powerful magic weapon. Not to mention that she can't control it, even if the other party can use it, he usually won't lend it easily.

"Oh, Mu Sheng recruits ghosts. There are always little demon in my room. I'm so annoyed ... I want to borrow it for a town."

Liu Fuyi couldn't help laughing: "Every little demon, A Sheng will be extinguished as soon as he strikes, you let him come."

"Don't." Ling Miao exhaled vigorously, pulling on his sleeve and twitching anxiously, "I quarreled with him. Brother Liu, you would lend me to put it on one night, early in the morning Return you, okay? "

Liu Fuyi couldn't stand the girl's coquettish life, and when she saw her eyes turned blue, it was estimated that it was really troublesome to come to him, and she took out the Jiu Xuan collection demon tower from her sleeve.

The small wooden pagoda is only the size of a slap and is as delicate as a decoration on the table. When it is operated without a password, it will always maintain such a small and harmless form. Even so, it is enough to spend a night killing several harassing demon.

He handed the magic tower to Miaomiao: "Take it."

"Thank you, Brother Liu!" Ling Miaomiao's eyes almost looked right, and her hands carefully gathered the demon tower, slowly turned around, and trot all the way back to the room.

Liu Fuyi looked at her back, shook her head funny, and went out to buy yellow paper.

In the room, Ling Miaomiao was lying on the bed in a daze, his hand resting on his chin, and for a while, he reached out and fiddled with the Jiu Xuan collection demon tower obliquely standing in front of him, his eyelashes trembling, and his eyes closed.

After thinking for a moment, she quickly climbed up, grabbed the tower and walked to the closet, and opened the carved wooden cabinet with a squeak.

A strong white plumeria gushed from the cabinet, and the neatly folded clothes piled high, almost reaching the top of the cabinet.

... the wardrobe of the two Sao Baos is so full.

Ling Miaomiao smiled silently, tipped her toes to take the demon tower and made a gesture. The small wooden tower could only be tucked horizontally into the small space above, which was obviously not stable. After a few stops, she gave up.

She was silent for a while, closed the cabinet door, and walked to the kitchen.

In the early morning, a few ray of weak light came in from the kitchen window and dropped on the stove, next to the stove was a dark water tank with one person tall. The corner is decorated with simple shelves, filled with lantern-shaped clay pots, and then looking up, a pear wood cabinet with tableware is nailed on the wall, divided into several blocks, Ling Miaomiao opens in turn, from left to right The third grid is empty, and the sun is shining on a thin layer of dust at the bottom of the pavilion, with a slight white glow.

Miao Miao put the tower of demon-receiver into it. The cabinet was tailor-made for the tower of demon-receiver, not too big or small, just enough to hide it in it.

Miaomiao closed the door of the cabinet, took out the prepared lock, and locked the cabinet. A few steps back, measured the distance with my feet, and moved a few meters away from the cabinet a few meters away, carefully pasting three runes.

Reaching out to flatten the corners of the rune paper and pressing it against the rough wall, she clapped her hands and exhaled a white breath. In the sun, countless fine dust twirled around her.

Miao Miao moved the shelf back with difficulty, and the earthenware jar above trembles, making a crisp jingle bell, blocking the yellow paper on the wall.

According to the plot of "Catch the Demon", the protagonist group went to Wufang Town, and then reached the final level where the original owner Ling Yu participated. At this time, Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao were married, and they had the posture of being white-headed and old. Ling Yu, who was tortured by Mu Sheng, lost hope and was completely blackened--

She no longer hopes that Liu Fuyi will rescue her from the bitter sea, not only Mu Sheng, but also Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi have become the objects of her hatred.

With a twisted mentality that dragged everyone into the water, she completed her fourth act of death in this novel-and Ling Miaomiao's last mission according to the original master's trajectory:

Deceived Liu Fuyi ’s Jiu Xuan to catch the demon tower with a plan and hid it in the kitchen cabinet. He lied to the world that he was taken away by the monster, which directly led the protagonist group to be trapped in the battle by the complaining girl.

After all, Liu Fuyi's magic instruments exist as plug-ins in this novel. If it weren't for Ling Yu's secret mischief, they wouldn't be forced to a dead end, to the point where someone had to bleed and sacrifice.

Now, Miao Miao hid the monster-receiving tower in almost the same way, but made a small struggle. According to the method quietly and Mu Yao learned, a "passage" was made with three runes around the cabinet .

As long as she burns the corresponding rune paper in her hand, she can connect the illusion in the formation with the actual space. That is to say, when it is really time for the trapped formation, she can walk directly from the kitchen in the illusion through the passage to the reality Take back the external implements of Liu Fuyi.

Miao Miao buried her chin in the down collar, looked at the cupboard for a long time, and finally dragged the lock tentatively with her hand.

The light beam shining on the wall became darker, and countless speckled small shadows flowed on the wall. Miao Miao looked back and found out that the goose feathers and snow were floating sometime outside the window, making a slight rustling sound.

There should be more than a week before the complaint is attacked.

The snow fell for three days and three nights, and a dead tree in the courtyard was broken by the snow. Every night, you can hear the sound of "click and click".

The thick snow is like a quilt, undulating on the ground, and the sky is bright and dazzling.

Miao Miao creaks in the thick snow in her deerskin boots, sweeping the snow with a huge broom, her hair and eyelashes are stained with white snow.

When Mu Sheng lifted the heavy curtains and went out, he saw this difficult picture. He stepped on the snow with high ankles, took a few steps, and took the broom in her hand: "Give me."

Miao Miao raised her head, the snow on her eyelashes melted, and her eyebrows were wet, her small face was red and hot, she took off a pair of thick gloves and thrust it into his arms: "Wear it to you."

Mu Sheng subconsciously raised his long eyelashes with one hand in his arms: "It's not cold."

She stretched out her hands with her teeth open, her cold fingers extended into his neck foul, and shouted briskly, "Not cold, not cold?"

The teenager did not hide, let her make trouble, stretch out her hand, drag her directly into her arms, grab her wrists, tucked into her warm chest, dark eyes watching her with wet eyes, her eyelashes moved. There seemed to be a little exclamation: "Your face is so red."

"Um ... hot." Miao Miao pursed her lips, raised her face, and laughed silly, her eyes bent.

Being so close, I could almost see the steam radiating from her face.

Mu Sheng looked left and right, and couldn't help but press her, nibbled a few times on her cheek before letting her go.

The snow in the courtyard was surrounded by brooms and piled up, forming several mountain bales, exposing a few bright spots on the ground.

This was the second time Ling Miaomiao had seen the seven kills, but the small circle in the Lifu Corridor in Jingyangpo at the time was quite different from the one in front of him.

In order to conquer the blame girl, a few people only formed this large circle for three days, almost enclosing the entire house. Now the snow on the ground is swept away, and only a fraction of it is exposed.

Miao Miao forced Mu Sheng to put on woolen gloves like a bear's paw. She put her hands in her sleeves and looked at the teenager with a trembling look at the courtyard. She saw several small white mountain bags piled up and eyes In a turn, his hands were compared to a horn: "Children."

Mu Sheng stopped and looked up at her straight, her dark eyes looked extra pure in the ice and snow.

As soon as he looked back, he saw the girl's eyes bright and smiled excitedly: "Don't sweep, let's play."

He paused: "What are you playing with?"

Miao Miao has bent down, grabbed two hands of snow, and pressed it into a thick ball in her hand.

Mu Sheng pursed her lips and watched her movements, her body tense, and she was ready for war.

Ling Miaomiao gathered three snows, looked back, saw him standing stiffly, beckoning: "Come here."

Mu Sheng looked at her hand, she had made the snow mass as big as a human head.

Miao Miao ...

His hand clenched into a fist with some nervousness, estimated the feeling of the snow mass hitting, confirmed that he could bear it, exhaled silently, and then closed his eyes obediently.

"What are you doing with your eyes closed?" The voice suddenly approached. He opened his eyes in confusion, looked down, holding the snow ball with that big head in Miao Miao's arms, looked up at him strangely, and held the other hand. His shirt pulled him aside cheerfully:

"Come on, we make a snowman."

Mu Sheng: "..."

"Heap ... snowman?" He watched the girl piling the big ball of snowballs on the snowdrift, and it quickly rolled down. She paused, pierced again, and muttered in her mouth: "How is the head again?" Lost……"

"Yeah." Miao Miao said, pushing the snowball on the snow pile again, almost smashing the snow pile into a pit. "When you were a kid, didn't you have a snowman with you?"

"I'll make it up for you in the future." She squatted on the ground and looked back at him, with black and white Kyoko's eyes, with a small complacent look.

The teenager's eyelashes moved slightly, before he even spoke, and Ling Miaomiao slapped his legs suddenly, looking at him suddenly: "Yes, I forgot, this is supported by branches."

According to Miao Miao's guidance, Mu Sheng picked up the branches and put a round head on the snowman.

He took her little red hand: "Is it cold?"

"Cold." Miao Miao Lian rubbed his hands together and waited for the heat to rise, reaching for the snowman's bare head. "It's also cold."

With that, he bent down and picked up a dry leaf of Qingtong, carefully covering the top of the snowman's head, "Add a hat to it."

Miao Miao looked back with satisfaction, and saw Mu Sheng looking at her eyes, quiet and pure black, like a calm lake, occasionally the wind blew through, rippling the lake, her reflection in the lake.

"It seems there are still shortcomings?" Miao Miao tilted her head at the snowman, blinked her eyes, and slowly put on her gloves.

"... nose." He whispered.

"Yes, yes." She got excited, stab him with an elbow, and whispered to him with an insulting tone, "You're going to the kitchen to help him steal a red nose."

Liu Fuyi pinched the yellow paper and walked through the gallery, watching the two people sweeping halfway out of the window, throwing the broom to pile up the snowman, squatting together without knowing what to say, laughed helplessly, and slowly walked back The room.

Lifting the curtain, the room was filled with a strange scent, he joked as he entered the door: "What smells so sweet."

Mu Yao turned his back to him and bent over to add incense to the incense burner. He heard a pause and said softly, "Miao Miao sent incense."

The little girl's family always loves these fragrances. Reminiscent of Ling Miaomiao's rich combing water, he tickled the corner of his mouth helplessly: "It's like her style."

Mu Yao slowly sat back on the bed, lowering her eyes: "Have you seen it, how about the Seven Kills?"

Liu Fuyi sat on the circle chair, facing her, jokingly said: "How do you ask the question? How was it last night?"

Mu Yao suddenly had a flush of red on her face, and looked at him with some shame: "I haven't slept in a bed for two days ..."

Liu Fuyi's hand stopped drinking tea and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

Mu Yao lowered her eyes, and after a while, she murmured like a mosquito: "... aches."

At the beginning of these few days of marriage, he really did not know how to control himself ... Mu Yao has always been thin-skinned and must have put up with it. He thought so that the guilt and pity in his heart would be turned into a piece. Looking at her face, she just looked away and promised softly: "Then I sleep outside, okay?"

The whole house is theirs, and there are many vacancies.

He is not in a hurry when he comes to Japan.

"Okay." There was a smile on the girl's face.

Outside the window, white light poured into the room, Liu Fuyi reached out and smiled, "Go, I will take you to see the battle."

White hands rested on his palm. The moment he turned his head, Mu Yao's embroidered shoes protruded from under the skirt, silently stomped on a small piece of white clothing corner exposed from under the bed, moved inward, and kicked into the dark bed.

The author has something to say: Sound (grievance: Miao Miao wants to smash me with that big snow ball.

Bow Bow (Sympathy face: so pitiful Yo, then what should you do? (Aren't you going to overwhelm the snowy play qvq)

Sound (closed eyes and chest: smash her.