Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"What's the matter with your family? Secretly, forget about each one, two or seven. Do we have to live a life like seven or eight? Why are you so shameless with hands and feet at a young age ..."

The door was just a cover, and it was pushed open with a squeak, hitting the wooden table at the door, bang.

The woman in the coarse clothes came in aggressively, walking up the sleeve cuffly and vocally: "I will see what happened to your family today ..."

Ling Miaomiao was caught off guard by spraying a spittle star on her face, staring at her with open eyes, opened her mouth, and hadn't responded yet. A cloud rushed beside her and overwhelmed her.

I do n’t know anything.

Ascending, the coming pupil's eyes glowed with red light, and his sharp teeth were expressionless, and the raised hand pinched the neck of a reed chicken. The chicken's neck had been twisted and drooped weakly. The whole chicken was carried in his hand, and the pendulum was swinging from side to side, still dripping blood.

The woman's scolding stopped abruptly, her mouth wide open, her lips trembling, her eyes rolled over, and she collapsed to the ground.

"……aunt?"

Ling Miaomiao was taken aback. While squatting down to help her, she pulled back the clothes of the person next to her and pulled back. She snarled angrily. "You go back to the house."

The man had a meal, as if he had turned off the switch, instantly condensed the thick clouds and fangs on his body, and turned away.

"Chicken put down!" Ling Miaomiao patted his thigh and shouted towards his back.

He turned and turned back, and the chicken with the broken neck was neatly placed under Ling Miaomiao's feet.

"... Auntie ..." Ling Miaomiao overcame her psychological obstacle, grabbed the damp chicken wings, and dragged the dead chicken to the front, "You see this chicken ..."

"Don't ... send ... send you ..." When the woman was touched by her, she evaded in horror, as if the little girl in front of him was a ghost, rubbing her hands and feet backwards with the ground, "You stay away ... … "

Ling Miaomiao wiped a sweat from her forehead, and felt even more guilty. She took out her purse from her arms and pinched a bit of broken silver and handed it to her. ... even if I buy your chicken, will it work? "

"No, no ..." The woman shook her head like a rattle, and at the same time, she finally climbed to the door, stood up by the door frame, and stumbled away.

"..."

Ling Miaomiao and the dead chicken on the ground are relatively speechless.

For a while, she squeezed the chicken wings, carefully lifted the fat reed chicken and threw it into the kitchen.

The kitchen has been remodeled and has a huge space for storage. The wild animals inside are taller than humans and almost frozen into an iceberg. When Ling Miaomiao lifts the chicken up, she has to tiptoe.

She just shoved up and felt wrong again.

This chicken was not killed by magic, but was strangled by his own hands. It is estimated that it won't last long before it will be destroyed.

When she rubbed her arm and tried to take the chicken off, she couldn't reach it.

She tried three to four times on tiptoe, her fingertips touched the chicken wings, and only a few pieces of fluff were pulled off.

She was helpless and had no choice but to shout: "Mu Sheng."

As if waiting for her summoning, the black mist condensed and the figure appeared in front of her instantly.

The thick black hair spread softly to the bare ankles, and the tips of the exposed ears were covered with fine fluff. The snow-white neck is long and slender, with a pale face upward, embellished with a pair of ignorant black eyes.

He walked with wind and his footsteps were soft and silent. The black cloth like a cover sheet made him cast a fierce air.

Now the man was swaying around at home, it was a vase with freehand lines.

Ling Miaomiao looked up at him for a long while, sighed, and pointed to the chicken on the top of the mountain: "Take it off, eat it today."

Eat braised whole chicken today.

The hot chicken exuded a strong fragrance, Ling Miaomiao stared at the huge plate, and she couldn't go down the chopsticks for a while.

When Mu Sheng laid out the plate, I did not know what state of mind, and folded the brave chicken head into a weird angle. The reed-eyed chicken looked at Ling Miaomiao.

Ling Miaomiao poked two chicken heads silently with chopsticks, making the hung-dead chicken bow down, and was curious from the bottom of his heart: "Is it so beautiful to look like?"

The person at the head sat upright, and after listening to her, she just tilted her head blankly, and a few strands of hair slipped on her cheeks, seeming to wonder why she was not willing to eat.

There was a loud noise outside, and Ling Miaomiao looked back. Through the window, she saw that the woman next door had packed up her luggage. Several people carried the furniture and hurried out.

"Huh." She turned her head, knocking on the plate with some misfortune. "Look, the last neighbor was also scared away by you. We will be alone in the future, see who you can steal in the future."

In an instant, they have been in this northern town for more than half a year.

In the trapped formation at that time, he and he could only see a small piece of sky on top of the array of hearts, and did not know what was happening outside. For example, Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao attacked the heart together. For example, Duan Yang suddenly woke up and inadvertently used Jiu Xuan to collect the demon tower, such as ... Mu Sheng unleashed the development belt and released the power of half demon. At that time, the complaining girl had been swallowed by the demon tower half, and the heart was already vulnerable.

His energy went out in the void, like an iron fist, hitting the tattered little wooden door, and instantly fell empty, scattered directly between the world, and did not realize what he expected "after my death."

However, the demon power that has been suppressed suddenly loses his limit, and he immediately loses control.

It wasn't until Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao arrived that they used the power of Jiuxuan to collect the demon tower and jointly suppressed him, barely stopping his endless desire to kill.

But after all, the symptoms have not been cured, people have become this respect.

The soaring anger has overwhelmed the reason and language of being a human, and apart from knowing her a little bit, it is no different from a wild beast.

He must vent his energy by killing, Ling Miaomiao is in charge of him, and restricting him. He has to start from his side. The essence of stealing chickens seven or eight times in a row is to kill, not the chicken itself.

At this moment, Ling Miaomiao looked at him sideways.

The young man lowered his eyes safely, and skillfully pulled off the chicken wings, and then removed one more.

Um, I can cook, take care of all the housework, and I am very obedient, just one point, can not talk, can not communicate, Ling Miaomiao talked to herself every day for the past six months, even she held his face and shouted to him His name, he did not respond at all.

But after all, people are still there, Ling Miaomiao dared not ask for more.

In order to reverse this situation, Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao went to the extreme north, and wanted to find another Xue Ping Bingsi found by the Bai family, and then took it back and cut it into a second hair band, so that his lawlessness His hair was tied up, or he might suppress his evil nature.

The two of them haven't written in two months.

These things have completely deviated from the original plot of "Monster Catching". She has no reference to the future and does not know the future ending.

Starting from the changed ending, the operation of this world is no longer restricted by any established rules. After temporarily turning off the system prompt, no annoying voice appeared in her mind.

They are, and will soon, write a new, unknown story.

Ling Miaomiao didn't pay attention, he had piled chicken wings into her bowl.

Miao Miao: "I don't eat so much ..."

He didn't hear anything, and he pushed another chicken wing down and put it into her bowl. After he found that it couldn't put it in, he poked cleverly with chopsticks and slammed into the rice. Then he raised his eyes and looked at her expectantly .

"... The chopsticks are used well." Ling Miaomiao blinked for a long time and exhaled.

Mu Sheng looked down at the rice on the table, his long eyelashes curled up, and smiled.

He walked like a half-demon, showing his beauty, cruelty, and arrogance.

At the beginning, as long as he needed energy, regardless of his or her skills, he grabbed it and put it to his mouth, which automatically turned into a black gas and sucked into his mouth.

If it was alive, blood ran down his white arm and dripped into dots on the ground. He squinted his eyes, licked his **** fingers, and enjoyed the fruits of victory. How shocking the scene was.

The door is amazing. Ling Miaomiao locked the door and taught him to use chopsticks. It took a week to teach it, but she still couldn't teach. She was so angry that she lay on the table and cried. When she stood up and wiped her tears, she found that he was holding it hard. With chopsticks, she was looking at her with her mouth closed, and her helpless eyes overlapped with the past for a moment.

From then on, she only knew that she had to eat when she saw her chopsticks.

"Cough, I can't steal chickens in the future, you know." Miaomiao stared at him while nibbling the chicken wings, feeling like she had a pet.

"..." The other's wet eyes were dark, staring straight at her, seemingly flashed through the incompetence and grievances, wanting to rest.

Ling Miaomiao stared blankly at him, counting the days in her mind and suddenly understood.

After eating and packing up the tableware, Mu Sheng is like a robot with a set program. He is responsible for the work carefully and meticulously. After everything is over, he sits in a chair and looks down at the table, just shaking. Eyelashes vented the restlessness and uneasiness in his heart.

Ling Miaomiao walked to close the doors and windows, took a deep breath, and turned around hard, leaned on the skirt, sat on his lap, and wrapped his neck around him.

"..." The teenager's eyes slowly turned red, his eyelashes quivered, he turned his head to the side and stared at the air seriously.

Ling Miaomiao pulled his face back, bulging: "Look at me."

He turned his head to the side in a panic, sitting straight and straight, his body trembling.

Miao Miao was wearing a hoop with an embroidered crane. She pulled the lace with her backhand, and the hoop fell down. Inside was a thin breasted skirt, and the white **** were half-covered, revealing a thin hook. .

The **** of the young girl is the most attractive.

Because she didn't like the exposed clothing like this, she only wore it and put it on the outside to cover it strictly, now it seems superfluous.

Mu Sheng was completely stunned, and immediately became agitated, his eyes flushed, his hand grasping the corner of the table, as if he would run away in the next second.

Every once in a while, his power will be concentrated. Once he remembers not to waste it, he picks up all the loot and obediently piles it up in the kitchen to freeze it.

There are so many monsters in Houshan, let him kill and die, and the dead can escape, and ca n’t stand such a grind.

But if he was not allowed to slaughter monsters, he would have to kill poultry and livestock, disturbing the neighboring chickens and dogs, and Ling Miaomiao had to think of other ways for him to vent.

For example, sleep with him.

He can live for more than half a month.

But compared to the wanton killing, he was much more cautious in this matter, confining himself to death, as if afraid of hurting her by mistake, he would never touch her easily until the last minute.

Ling Miaomiao hung the whole person on him, kissed his pointed soft ears, and touched it again, feeling like a bad girl who abducted the teenager: "Yes, yes, come on ..."

The young man ’s dark eyes gleamed with water, his eyes narrowed, his eyes red like blood, and he stood up "who", and the six gods held her without a host, and plunged into the nearest tent.

This will easily resolve a storm.

At night, Ling Miaomiao had a dream.

In the dream, when she returned to the world when she first came, in the Chang'an City, Mu Sheng was bullying her with thousands of tricks.

She threw her in the middle of the crowd during the day, and came to see her until nightfall, and brought her back with a sneer.

He walked ahead, boots with wide shoulders and narrow waists were stiff, a unicorn pattern was embroidered on the back, the wrist strap was tied tightly, and the demon handle bracelet was hanging, and the young man's ponytail was **** high, neat and unreserved. Walk by yourself.

-At this time, even if it is ruthless, it is also good.

Knowing that it was a phantom, Ling Miaomiao followed two steps behind, ran up violently, and hugged him from behind.

He paused in consternation, turned around, and pulled her off her body, looking at her with a smile, "Miss Ling is not walking well, what is this for?"

Ling Miaomiao just said a word, her throat choked, and her tears came down.

"Nothing," she wiped her tears, and said quietly, "I just miss you so much."

She was so wronged that she knew she had no reason, but she couldn't help telling the truth to the dreamer.

Mu Sheng reached out to catch the tears on her face, sneered at her wet fingers, and stretched out her fingertips to wipe her face: "Don't cry."

Ling Miaomiao said, "Don't look too far, raise your hand, and signal him to go first:" Go. "

He didn't move for a while, Ling Miaomiao raised his eyes, the teenager was looking down at her with a smile, with no restraint, and she couldn't be more familiar with that expression.

He managed the hair that was swayed by the wind, kissed her on the cheek, and gently said, "I miss you too."

Ling Miaomiao opened her eyes wide and reached out to touch him before she met someone and her dream suddenly woke up.

The crickets were crying late at night, and the night was so lonely.

Ling Miaomiao stared blankly at the void and felt a wet face.

The person beside him had black hair all over the bed, holding her face, kissing her bitter tears a little bit.

She turned her head, Mu Sheng's eyes were dark and bright, and she looked at her ignorantly.

She snuggled past slowly, wrapped around his cold body, and crumpled the clothes behind him.

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