Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Miaomiao, wake up." Ling Miaomiao was picked up from the bed and opened her eyes vaguely. Her eyes were a little blurred, and she could only see the obvious blood vessels on the back of Mu Sheng's pale hand. She shook it hard. A hot bowl of medicine came to her head in her head.

Mu Sheng pulled her shoulders, circled her in her arms, held the bowl firmly with the other hand, looked down at the person in her arms, and pressed her chin gently against her hair.

"Well." She exhaled weakly, feeling like she was a fire-breathing dragon, not knowing how long she slept on the volcano. If it weren't for Mu Sheng, she would pick her up every now and fill her with cold water The skin was torn apart like dry land.

The medicine in the bowl exudes a strange taste, and the bitter taste of the medicine contains a scent of fragrance, as if who threw the rouge gouache into it and cooked it. Hiding: "What is this?"

These days, high fever affects the appetite, she can hardly eat anything, and her body is very weak.

"It's medicine, drink it." The bowl ran along chasing her lips and arrived undoubtedly.

Miao Miao pressed her emotions and took a small sip in his hand. The temperature of the medicine was just right, and the tongue was numb with bitterness, but the aftertaste even brought a little sweetness.

It ’s okay not to add this sweetness. Once it has this sweetness, it becomes nondescript. Ling Miaomiao ’s stomach suddenly churned. She gently pushed away the bowl and whispered, “I do n’t want to drink.”

Mu Sheng paused, still holding her tightly, and coaxed courageously: "Drink."

Ling Miaomiao shook her head hard, frowned, and pursed her lips.

Not to mention drinking, just smelling the smell for a while, she couldn't help vomiting.

Mu Sheng sat stiffly, seeming to hesitate a moment, then stretched out his hand and squeezed her cheeks, using a bit of force in her hand, prying her mouth open, Ling Miaomiao was in a bad mood, and suddenly struggling, he Tightened her arms, holding her in her arms.

Miaomiao had a pain in her cheeks and was forced to open her mouth under his restraint. He poured the bowl and poured it.

"Must drink."

It has been a long time since such a powerful act.

The hot medicinal juice poured down her throat. She shuddered as a whole, and her stomach, which had barely eaten anything, was irritated. She choked violently, and all the medicine just spit out.

Ling Miaomiao was choked to death and her tears came out. If it were n’t for the teenager ’s arms holding her belly tightly, she would almost break out of the imprisonment and lie on the floor softly.

Mu Sheng sat stiffly, feeling her body twitching in her arms, pursing her lips tightly, as if trying to control her emotions.

Ling Miaomiao slowed down, out of breath, and was going to scold, seeing that he was vomited by himself, his clothes were wet, and he was sitting there, feeling a little guilty, and squinted at him: "Who made you Fill me like that ... "

There was no expression on Mu Sheng's face, just holding her tightly and not talking.

"In fact, you don't need to drink medicine, just sleep a little more." Ling Miaomiao's throat was burning, and explained with difficulty, "It's just ordinary wind chill ..."

"It's not ordinary wind chill." His emotions finally opened the gate, as if something suddenly broke, he was definitely looking at her, his eyes flickered with near-fragile emotions, "because ..."

He opened his lips but failed to speak.

He is not only a half-demon body, but also a heir to an abnormally charming lady, so evil that even the charming lady group dare not recognize him, not to mention Ling Miaomiao, a weak ordinary person.

Being with him every day and being affected by his demonishness, it is not surprising that the foundation was hollowed out in the long run.

Ling Miaomiao waited for him blankly, her cheeks flushed and her lips cracked. He finally closed his mouth, put her back on the bed gently, and stood up with the bowl: "I'll be back in a moment."

Miao Miao curled up on the bed, staring at him stunnedly, and saw that only one of his cuffs was tight, and the other was put down, almost covering the back of his hand. Once again, the smell of evil door in the soup soup suddenly understood in my heart, a bit of bitterness.

Mu Sheng went back to the room to change clothes and went to the kitchen again.

The medicine boiled on the stove and made a gurgling sound. He stood still in front of the casserole, seemingly watching the occasionally flashing fire, as if looking at the void in a daze, with his eyelashes casting a shallow shadow.

After a while, he lifted the lid of the casserole, filled a bowl of medicine, immediately raised his hand, and pushed his sleeve upward.

The scars on the pale white wrists were densely covered, and the blood stains across the road were shocking. The latest one was not completely healed, and blood beads were still leaking from the corners.

He raised his wrists, his expression on his face was very pale, and compared it with a dagger in his right hand. It seemed that he was coldly considering where to cut the knife, so that he could easily see blood.

Eventually, he pressed the tip of the knife against the latest wound, determined to press on it, and pulled the healing flesh together again.

Thinking about it, he flipped his wrist slightly and approached the edge of the bowl.

"Mu Sheng."

There was a sound behind his back, and the teenager's eyelashes twitched, and the frozen expression was only cracked, showing the emotions of the living, and the dagger in his hand fell to his feet.

Ling Miaomiao was wearing a white coat and loosely wearing an indigo jacket. She lost a lot of weight in the past few days. Her face was hidden in the jacket, and she looked smaller and paler.

She squinted at him and walked in slowly, holding the corner of his clothes angrily, and pulled out the man who looked at her helplessly.

There was some spare gauze in the house, and Ling Miaomiao put Mu Sheng's scarred hand on it, struggling for a few turns, and finally knotted hard.

He touched his wound while tying the knot, his hand trembles slightly, and he looked at the girl with her head down brightly, without making a sound.

"Dare to slash me again next time, I will hit you." Ling Miaomiao clenched her teeth while knotting.

Then he put his chin on the back of his hand and lay down on the table, staring at him with a thick layer of gauze wrapped around his wrist. After a while, he poked his finger.

"Is your blood so useful?" She went on to speak, leaving off the dumbness in her throat, which was almost the same as usual. "In case you are injured, just scratch yourself and give yourself some blood to drink, Then it's okay ... "She laughed out of grief:" Then you have become a perpetual motion machine? "

Mu Sheng looked at her face, her pupils were black, and she still didn't smile.

Ling Miaomiao stretched slowly: "Relax, my life is very hard, you can't die."

His eyes moved, and the lake suddenly rose in his eyes, as if flashing water: "But ..."

But he was really scared.

Ling Miaomiao silently recalled the plot of the original book.

The original owners Ling Yu and Mu Sheng had a superficial husband and wife, and they could not get out of control only after being controlled by Qing Gu. The villains sacrificed themselves, and the love guilty naturally failed. It is said that Ling Yu should be free from then on, and finally escaped from the bitter sea.

But the final result of Ling Yu, when he heard the news of Mu Sheng's death, ran wildly into the old forest in the mountains, and ended his absurd life with a rope.

The couples failed to live together, but they died together in a miserable manner. When Mu Sheng died, it was the end of Ling Yu's life.

Xiemen's high fever has not retreated for a long time, and she can feel that the functions of this body are slowly declining.

Who knows whether this garbage system implies that she is dying?

But in the face of the tight black lotus, who can stimulate him again?

She reached out and took his hand, put it on her lips, rubbed her head, and shook her head like a lame: "I said nothing is fine ..."

The teenager hugged the man on his lap, took her face, kissed her madly, and moistened her hot lips over and over again.

At night, a round of meniscus hung on the treetops. The protagonist group has been unconsciously in this formation for six days.

In these six days, the protagonist group tried all the methods that could be tried, and even the yellow paper of the icon was almost used up.

The array seemed to be surrounded by a silent night, seeping into the air, unpredictable, and nowhere to escape.

The teenager stood on the steps of the entrance, staring at the moon without sleep, and finger unconsciously fiddled with the gauze strips hanging from his wrist.

Because Ling Miaomiao strongly supported the body to wrap up his wounds, it seemed like she was biting back. She fell into a semi-coma state at night and did not wake up all afternoon.

Tomorrow will be the first Rongdan.

Her state is almost irresistible.

He pursed his lips, his eyes dark and dark, as if the silent night melted into his eyes.

He even started to anger at his wounds-if it were not for Ling Miaomiao to let it go, he even wanted two more knives, the more pain the better.

A white figure flashed, standing on the patio, hesitating for a moment, and slowly walked into his vision.

"Sister." He called.

Mu Yao took off his hood, revealing a beautiful face under the moonlight, with tears and moles shining in the corners of his eyes. Suddenly facing him, her expression was a little cramped.

"I'll take a look at Miaomiao." Her voice was dry.

Mu Sheng led her into the house. Mu Yao was sitting beside Ling Miaomiao's bed, touching her forehead with a cold hand, and it was hot.

The girl's eyelashes quivered uncomfortably in her sleep.

Mu Yao looked at Ling Miaomiao silently, and his voice seemed to be stained with dew: "I like Miaomiao very much."

She stroked Ling Miaomiao's face.

Mu Yao's temperament has always been very weak, such intimate movements are made by her, a little rusty, but she insisted on doing it, as if the child was awkwardly showing nostalgia, "If I have a sister, it must be Miaomiao."

Mu Sheng sat aside silently and listened silently, with no response.

"A Sheng, you have to take care of Miaomiao."

Mu Sheng began to look at her.

Mu Yao turned around and stared at him with a smile. After seeing that he was not in conflict, he said a little while: "A Sheng, do you want to play a game with Sister A?"

"Okay." Mu Sheng paused and agreed.

He skillfully set up his chess set on the table beside the bed, and in accordance with his previous habits, pushed Bai Zi to her.

"Let's change the method today." Mu Yao said.

Mu Sheng's hand held the chess slightly: "What?"

Mu Yao lowered his eyes and said calmly: "As you said last time, whoever becomes the first five sons will win."

The unfinished game was eventually pushed by her in a hurry, and she didn't want to become the last game before they broke.

After all, it is a pity.

Mu Sheng's dark eyes stared at her, and she was silent for a moment, then answered: "Okay."

"The first time I saw you was outside the window of Hanlian Church." Mu Yao dropped at random. "You looked like a little girl with your hair hanging down when you were a child."

At that time, he was sitting alone in the dark room sealed by black paper. Sister Ai came in with a beam of sunshine and said to him over and over again, "I will save you out."

Life has a horn, which is his first light.

"I'm sorry, I have been too harsh on you all the time." Mu Yao smiled, and a yellow lamp fell on her lonely side face. "That's because, I don't have any relatives in the world."

Mu Sheng looked down at the chessboard, and his chess had already been connected. He did not deliberately remind him.

"Play chess in the past, you deliberately let me do it." Mu Yao lowered the chess piece gently, staring at the board with satisfaction, "You won this time, A Sheng."

She stood up and put on her hood calmly. Carrying the lamp and walking to the door.

"Elder sister ..." Mu Sheng stood behind her, making a short voice.

She turned her head and smiled, "I will understand from now on that there is more than one way to play Go."

She turned back, her figure drifting away.

"Sister A." The teenager's eyes were dark, and stopped her again, "Your room is over there."

The hooded figure was hidden in the darkness, and there was only a light in her hand. She was startled, and the response was scattered in the evening wind: "... I know."

Mu Sheng looked at her, grabbed the outer skirt, and stepped out the threshold: "Sister A can't find the way, I will send you back."

His thin figure was like a strong wind, waving away all misty fog.