Black Lotus Tactics Manual

The snowman's nose is usually a bright carrot.

But Ling Miaomiao does not eat carrots, and finding a carrot in the kitchen becomes a tricky business.

Mu Sheng walked around in the kitchen, bent over to open the box for storing vegetables, and picked out three carrots of different shapes in the corner.

When he passed the cupboard, he stopped suddenly, turned around, and gave a strange look.

Over the years, he has formed a habit of observing his surroundings quietly, even in an absolutely safe place, he will subconsciously remember the orientation and characteristics of various things.

——A small iron lock hanging diagonally outside the third cabinet.

The lock was very new and familiar, and he narrowed his eyes and recalled it, and concluded that Ling Miaomiao had taken it from the drawer in their room.

If you remember correctly, this cabinet should have been empty.

Mu Sheng stood in front of the cabinet, his eyes falling on the lock, with a hint of ambiguity. After hesitating for a few seconds, a piece of rune paper was clapped on the lock, and he stretched his hand and twisted it slightly, and opened the lock.

The moment the door of the cabinet was opened, the pressure of Jiu Xuan's demon tower came, and the small wooden tower stood in the pavilion, looking down at him with magnificence.

Mu Sheng looked at the small wooden pagoda in the cupboard, his eyes deep, and he was playing with a small iron lock in his hand, obviously not very happy.

Also hidden Liu Fuyi things.

After stopping for a while, he reached out and took the demon tower out, locked the cabinet door as it was, and turned and walked out of the kitchen.

With a sullen face, he quickly walked to the door of Liu Fuyi's room. A cold wind blew from the corner of his clothes. After thinking about it, he dropped his knocking hand.

After all, it is a valuable weapon, and it must be handed in to the talents.

Mu Sheng turned and walked into the courtyard, stepped into the thick snow, leaving a series of obvious footprints, and met Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao who were walking around in the courtyard. The two walked side by side, and Mu Yao suddenly saw After him, his eyes looked unnaturally.

It doesn't matter, anyway, these days, they are getting along like this without embarrassment.

"A sound." Liu Fuyi's nose was slightly flushed by the cold wind, and he greeted him in a good mood. Just reaching out and patting his shoulder, his hand was stuffed in a very polite way. Small wooden tower.

There was a warning smile on the lips of the teenager: "Liu Gongzi, get your magic weapon."

"..." Liu Fuyi looked at the demon tower in his hand and realized that--presumably he was reconciled, and he was targeted again.

In the end he was a teenager, Liu Fuyi had always regarded Mu Sheng as a half-old child, let alone Ling Miaomiao, his heart was so funny, but his face was sincere: "Do n’t get me wrong, it ’s Miao Miao. Used to go to the town demon. "

Town demon? With such a big **** in his back, he still has to borrow a device from outside?

Mu Sheng's dark eyes sank, glancing at him, Liang Bingbing said: "Well, I'll pay her back."

Ling Miaomiao breathed out of her hands, crouched beside the snowman and waited for a while, almost frozen into ice, before she saw the person.

At first, he only saw his boots stepping in the snow, the corner of the cloak set off a fierce cold wind, and Ping Bai brought a murderous air. She looked up strangely to see his face.

Mu Sheng came with a sullen face and saw Ling Miaomiao shrinking into a small ball next to the snowman. The girl looked up, her face half buried in the collar, with a pair of Xingzi eyes, and looked at him a little ignorant, half innocent Half surprised.

The nameless fire disappeared in my heart. When she walked in front of her, she returned to being supple and well-behaved.

"Go so long?"

"Well." He responded vaguely, squatted down, put his hands in front of her like a treasure, and lay three carrots of different lengths in his palm.

Ling Miaomiao was taken aback: "Why did you take so much?"

There is a shortage of food in winter. They were all together some time ago. She does not like carrots, and it does not mean that others do not eat them.

Mu Sheng paused, looking at his palm a little helplessly: "... then choose one."

Ling Miaomiao stared at the three grotesque radishes, considered for a long time, picked the longest one, and put it on the snowman's face.

Miao Miao laughed out loud: "This is not like a person, like a pointed-billed woodpecker."

She said, holding the carrot and pulling it out, and replaced it with a shorter one. She laughed harder: "This looks like my father."

Pull it out again, replace it with the shortest radish head, and look for a long while, exaggeratingly asked: "Children, who do you think this looks like?"

Mu Sheng faced the funny red-nosed snowman, staring at it for a long time, did not stare at it, blinked and hesitated: "Who does it look like?"

Ling Miaomiao's cold fingers quickly scraped on the tip of his slightly reddish nose, like a feather swept across, frivolous and loving, and then hugged his neck into his arms, laughing with a crooked, soft and warm one. Tuan: "Like you."

When Liu Fuyi returned to the room, she was covered with the rich incense, hurriedly pushed the window open, and smiled back to Mu Yao: "Do not order the fragrance given by Miao Miao, it's strange. "

"... Well." There was a vague response from behind.

"Fuyi," Mu Yao called him, with a soft voice, "Do you feel Jiuxuan collecting demon tower in your sleeve every day, don't you feel cumbersome?"

Liu Fuyi felt that her problem today was childish and cute. She came over and touched her face. Mu Yao did not avoid it. She lowered her eyes shyly and shyly, silently. This supple appearance was especially lovable.

He teased her thoughts out of thin air: "I don't take it with me every day." I realized that she looked up at him before blinking and deliberately laughing, "When you take a shower, you can't hide in your sleeve Did you hit it? "

Mu Yao's eyes looked at him brightly for a long while, and there seemed to be a faint sparkle in his eyes. He paused for a moment before lowering his head and pursing his lips.

"Ah-"

"Ah-"

Miao Miao patted her chest with a shock, sucked her nose, and a wet mist appeared in her eyes. She felt dizzy and dizzy, and the back of her head was blunt.

The second day after she happily made a snowman outside, she caught a cold, and this time the cold came on a violent, and her entire body fell quickly. It was useless to drink three or four bowls of hot water every day.

Since coming to this world, she was still ill for the first time. Every cell on and off her body was clamoring and uncomfortable. The whole person was too dull to walk and hit the pillar.

The steam gathered upwards and fell on the face warmly, holding the bowl Miaomiao carefully, blowing the air carefully, drinking the hot water in the bowl little by little.

From the perspective of Mu Sheng, she looked like a kitten holding a bowl. He reached out and stroked her back.

"Ah!" She sneezes unexpectedly, her body trembling, the water in the bowl splashed her face, she closed her eyes tightly, there were drops of water on her eyelashes, and Mu Sheng's eyes quickly moved her hand The bowl won.

"..." Miao Miao blew her nose and wiped the table and face down with a sad face.

"Is it better?" Liu Fuyi sat aside, his eyebrows twisted anxiously.

I haven't seen it in a few days, and I got sick like this. I haven't gotten out of fifteen. I'm afraid the hospital hasn't opened the door yet.

"Well, it's okay." Ling Miaomiao smiled, her eyes red as a rabbit, her voice hoarse.

Mu Sheng looked at her, and his heart was so messed up that he filled the bowl with hot water and gently rested in front of her. He paused and turned his head to Liu Fuyi's airway: "What's the taste of Liu Gongzi?"

The rich fragrance made him irritable.

Liu Fuyi raised her hand and sniffed the sleeves innocently: "Isn't it Miao Miu's incense? I said it earlier, it's too strong."

"..." Miao Miao's eyes were confused and her tone seemed soft. "Me?"

Liu Fu immediately paused: "The fragrance you gave to Yao'er ..."

Miao Miao thought for a long time, murmured with a thick nose: "I don't seem to have sent anything to Sister Mu ..."

Before the words fell, Liu Fuyi's smile slowly converged, and looked at her motionless for three or four seconds, as if the soul was out of her mind, and Miao Miao was taken aback.

There was a coolness behind Liu Fuyi slowly climbed up, as if being poured a bucket of cold water, he stood up "brushed" and strode toward the room.

"Hey, what's wrong with Brother Liu?" Miao Miao asked blankly, waiting for someone to answer her. The girl's eyelashes were drooping, and she seemed to be getting heavier, her body crooked, and she fell off the chair unexpectedly.

"Miao Miao!"

Mu Sheng pounced on almost at the same time, reaching out to catch her. The eyes of the person in the arms are closed and the cheeks are abnormally red.

When he touched the back of his hand, her forehead was hot, and the hair on her forehead was soaked. She felt it suddenly, as if she felt a hot iron.

Fired like this ...

Mu Sheng's fingertips were trembling, and the corners of his eyes were red. He hugged people around his waist and walked back to the room.

When Ling Miaomiao woke up, she only felt a headache and her breath was hot, but her body shivered coldly, and a thick quilt covered her, making her breathless.

This feeling of dizziness has not passed for several years.

Something was coldly attached to her face, and she reached out and touched it, it was Mu Sheng's hand.

As soon as she moved, Mu Sheng responded immediately, grabbed her waist and lifted her up, leaned on him, and a bowl of hot water was delivered to her mouth.

Miao Miao was dehydrated as a whole, without any effort, just thought of drinking water in his hand, looked down, almost startled, his face reflected on the water, his face paler than her.

She paused, pushed the bowl away, looked back at him humorously, and squeezed his face: "What's the matter, childhood."

The boy looked at her intently, his eyes as if they were some kind of jade, shiny black: "You should not be asked to play with snow."

Ling Miaomiao was at a loss for a while, and the medical skills in this world were probably not well developed, so that he felt that a fever may also be fatal.

A little pity appeared in the faint head.

"It's just cold, just wrap the quilt and sleep a little more." She cleared her throat, and the tail was a little dumb. She patted a few times on his shoulder and smiled. "Remember, I was illusioned last time. Poke through ... "

Mu Sheng's tense body slowly relaxed and helped her to lie down, leaning on the bed and leaning down, and tried her lips on her forehead. Finally, she kissed, touched her face, and said softly: "Sleep Well, I'm watching you. "

The incense burner in the incense burner had burned to the end, and I saw a lighter.

"Yaoer?" Liu Fuyi pushed open the door while stepping on the door.

When the curtain was half set, Mu Yao was lying with his back to him, a piece of green silk looming in the bedding.

"Yao'er, have you been sleeping too much recently?" He slowly approached the bed, snapped her shoulders, and turned the person over.

With his movements, the human hair, head and body were separated, and a pale face was facing him. Only a **** mouth was drawn on the face, and the lips were cracked to the ears, as if watching him making fun .

On the bed is a doll of equal size.

He stepped back two steps, falling all over his body like an ice cave. He thought of something like pressing the cuff, where the Jiu Xuan harvest demon tower was originally installed, and a puppet fell out with a loud noise, also drawing a big mouth of blood basin.

"Puppetry ..."

The room was too quiet for a while.

Want him to be arrogant for half his life, but he was fooled by a counterfeit and played by this little spell?

Mu Yao, Jiuxuan Harvest Demon Tower, Qishen Town, Duanyang, Complaint Girls ... Several keywords are connected in a line, Liu Fuyi's face suddenly pale.

Looking at the void, he remained silent for a few seconds, and quickly recovered. Three sheets of rune paper shook out in the sleeves, forming a line in the air, biting through the index finger, and a golden lightsaber condensed in the air.

He dragged the tent with his backhand and chopped with his sword. The bed board seemed to be burnt by something. It cracked "sweetly" and a burst of smoke came out. It was split right and left by the bed split in half. Hit the ground.

The bed board was like a coffin cover. After pushing it away, the sun shone into the dark place, and he saw the people exposed underneath.

"Yaoer!" He took Mu Yao from the ground unconscious, squatted on the ground, quivered her nose with shaking hands, and squeezed hard at her mouth.

The man in his arms frowned and muttered in his mouth: "Array ......"

When he opened his eyes to see him clearly, Mu Yao's light-colored pupils were filled with despair, "She's been here ..." Grabbing his sleeves tightly, fingers crumpling the fabric and making a difficult voice, "Flick Clothing ... array ... "

Liu Fuyi took her hand instead and looked at her: "I know."