Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Grandpa got mad."

Ling Miaomiao was stunned by the crowd of people at the door when she entered the door with a delicate bamboo basket.

The town is remote, leaning against the mountains, and the environment is relatively bad. She has n’t seen so many people in a long time since the sporadic escape of several neighbors.

Turning her back to her, he continued to preach before a group of people: "So, when I saw my aunt, I said hello, and I shouldn't laugh or stare at my aunt. Did you hear me?"

"I heard." Ding servants of men and women answered uniformly.

A Yi took his ear: "I didn't hear it."

"Hear it!" The answer turned into a screaming roar.

"Who told you that Auntie got mad?" A crisp voice followed.

Ayi was startled and turned around hurriedly: "Miss?"

Ling Miaomiao dragged the mu sounds behind her, and slowly walked over. The latter suddenly saw so many strangers, with a tense spirit and black eyes rolling and holding her breath.

This place is remote. She needs to walk a few miles to buy a few green vegetables. She naturally cannot remember the way. Now Mu Sheng can control the habit of killing people when they see them.

"Aunt! Ye! Good!"

As soon as Ling Miaomiao was approaching, the roaring earth shook loudly.

Miao Miao was terrified with shock, and the sound of Mu behind her was also startled. The alarm bell was screaming and her eyes shone red. Miaomiao hurriedly took his hand and let him relax: "It's okay, it's okay."

"Miss Mu wrote to me at home." A Yi's eyes naturally moved to Mu Sheng, his lips flicked, a sad look: "Aunt's face is painted like this, is it not crazy?"

The hair is irreversible, the clothes are not good to wear, the reds drawn in the corners of the eyes are still picking up, the pretty demon ... looks abnormal.

Ling Miao Miao paused, glanced at Mu Sheng's face, and smirked secretly.

"What did Sister Mu say?" She put the vegetable basket on the ground.

Ayi took out a letter from his arms: "This letter was entrusted to me to bring you, and another letter was sent to the house, saying that my aunt is sick, so you can go back and live."

He sighed and said with pity: "Miss, this is the case, why don't you tell the family."

"This is not about to go home." Miao Miao looked at him innocently.

He originally lived here to prevent Mu Sheng from hurting people and to merge with Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi in the extreme north. Now he can control himself, and it is no problem to change places. Since Mu Yao sent a letter to let him move, it shows that their busy affairs have made great progress.

Then move on, Taicang County Shoufu and her luxurious boudoir are much better than this outlying ghost place.

Glancing at the group of people behind Ayi, she couldn't help but say: "What are you doing with so many people?"

From south to north, the axles were tired, and their faces were not much different from the sick chickens, pitiful.

Ayi vowed: "Help the lady move things-Miss, rest assured, my aunt is not good, we can still count on it"

Ling Miaomiao opened the lock and pushed open the door. He was leading him inwards, and he was puzzled when he heard: "Our house is just four walls away, just walk away, there is nothing to move."

"Why not?" Ayi walked around to her. "I just saw it in the window. There is a big mountain in the kitchen."

Miao Miao: "... that doesn't need to be moved."

"Hey wait." She stopped Ah Yi and turned her head to look at the sound of Mu Yi staring at him, "Forget it, move on, it's a new grandpa's gift to my father."

On the trip to Taicang, Ling Miaomiao opened the letter sent by Mu Yao.

Ling Lushan picked up her daughter and once again invested heavily to book a luxury passenger ship. This compartment was specially prepared for her and Mu Sheng. It was quiet and comfortable. Only a slight wave of waves could be heard.

The serving men carried boxes with sealed crushed iceberg game, all living next door. No stranger—especially the stranger around Ling Miaomiao, Mu Sheng seemed to relax a lot, sitting obediently, calmly holding his chopsticks to eat, it looked no different from a normal person.

Ling Miaomiao read the letter while eating and glanced at him a few times. He was afraid that he would be bored alone and read to him while reading.

Emperor Duanyang left the cabinet in the summer and married a young No. 1 champion. When he was married, he reserved four seats for the protagonist.

——Naturally, no one can go. It is said that Emperor Ji was so angry that he cursed the **** at the wedding, and the invitation was not delivered.

Emperor Ji, who always loves tossing, is not enough for her to get married, and actively matches, so that the emperor has received Peiyun, for Yunpin.

Regardless of the future days in the harem, always at the moment, Pei Yun is what he wants.

Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi went to the extreme north, and they always found Qilin Mountain, the base camp of the seductive Meizu ethnic group. The middle is very difficult, and they can simply write another "catching demon".

Although the Meizu ethnic group excluding Mu Rong'er, they did not dare to accept the admiration. In the end, they pointed out a clear path in the blood.

The Xuepil ice silk was not produced by them, but was spit out from the silkworm on the Qilin Mountain. It only formed a cocoon once every two or three years, but it was impossible to meet. The two men looked for it in the mountains. silkworm.

Unfortunately, Uncle Silkworm was not in the silk-spinning season. They could not wait for the right and left. They simply took roots at Qilin Mountain, built a house and stayed, watching and watching every day.

This stay was two years, and the two of them had a daughter by the way, and they were called snow silkworms.

When writing the letter, Mu Yao was pregnant again.

"... Mister Mu is about to give birth to a second one." Ling Miaomiao sighed and touched her soft belly.

No measures have been taken, and her Guishui still comes very diligently every month, which makes people feel incredible.

"I guess you can't do it." Ling Miaomiao drew a conclusion while dialing the rice.

Isolation of species is not fun. Horses and donkeys have mules, can mules still have them? No.

"Snapped--"

Ling Miaomiao was taken aback, and a bite of rice almost got stuck in her throat. As soon as he looked up, he dropped the chopsticks and was staring at her faintly with black eyes.

"..." Ling Miao Miao Le, "Do you understand?"

Ling Miaomiao gave him another pair, trying to squeeze into his hand, Mu Sheng hand closed, directly behind her, staring at her and not talking.

Hey, there is still a temper.

"I didn't blame you." Miao Miao walked around and explained with a sworn oath, while pulling his hand behind his back, "It's so good, don't worry, I don't want it yet."

Yes, she couldn't imagine what this man was like a dad in front of her. If she was given another ten years, it would be impossible for her to think of it.

"Who can bear two people like Husband Liu for three years ... um!"

His voice didn't fall, his hand grabbed her waist unpredictably, stood up, dragged the man around the waist, and threw it into the soft quilt pile.

Ayi passed by the window and heard a scream, vaguely seeing her lady picked up by her aunt, and remembering the day of the big wedding, it was raining heavily. Looks like.

Although my aunt is jealous, she is really good to the young lady. Alas, it's a pity ...

He walked away very sadly.

This compartment does not seem to be sad.

Ling Miaomiao was brutally pressed on the bed by him, subconsciously extended his arms to block, Mu Sheng propped the bed to rest, and his long hair slid off his shoulders.

He didn't press on her, just kept the movement, holding her motionless, staring straight at her face.

Ling Miaomiao couldn't figure out exactly what he wanted to do, and he looked at him for a while, and read a bit of a grudge from his eyes.

"... Can you give birth?" She said tentatively.

The teenager's expression eased slightly, his eyes flashed.

"Don't talk about holding them for three years. You are much stronger than Brother Liu. You can have a football team in a year!" Ling Miaomiao was sincere and started running the train full of mouth.

Mu Sheng still couldn't understand the substantive content of the words. She just saw her black and white apricot with a smile in her eyes. It was about a positive look. When she believed it was true, her eyelashes moved and her arms folded.

It was only before she let her feel that she didn't feel much hatred, pinching her chin and biting her lips twice before feeling comfortable.

The boat trip arrived in Taicang on the third day. Ling Miaomiao looked at the neatly planned market, and felt as if she were alive.

In the early morning, the cold mist had not dissipated, and there were few pedestrians on the road. She looked up and looked around, and some did not know: "What about our big plaque?"

In her impression, the house of the Gushoufu is continuous, with a huge garden in the middle, the cornices raised, and two huge stone lions at the door are calm and luxurious.

"Miss, here we are moving." Ayi led them to take a turn.

"What about the original county guard house?"

"Sold, changed the money, and added two for the relief." Ayi stopped, pointing to a small house about the same size as the house in Wufang Town, "Here."

Ling Miaomiao was a little surprised, and hesitantly stepped into the door: "Wanjiang is flooding again?"

As soon as she entered the door, she was stunned. The house was small and exquisite. The simple arrangement was contrary to her extravagant and artful father.

"No. It's not because the young lady is outside." Ayi walked in front and looked back with a smile. "The old man said, no one should be incorruptible with him in the future. Report. "

Ling Miaomiao's heart is stubborn.

Immediately, a shadow trot out of the back of the house, saw them standing in the front yard, startled, and then ran over with their big belly upside down: "Good boy?"

"Dad!" Ling Miaomiao grabbed Ling Lushan's arm, staring at his silk pants with some surprise: "What are you doing?"

"I also ran in the morning." The county guard dad touched the sweat on his forehead very proudly and straightened his stomach. "I have been holding on for several years. How! Ah Yi said I was much thinner."

Miao Miao glanced at her for a few moments: "...... Well, it's much thinner."

"Speaking." The father of the county guard plucked her hair with a smile.

Mu Sheng's hand tightened violently, revealing a warning look, and Miao Miao shook his backhand, signifying: "It's dad, dad, remember?"

It seemed that he didn't know it, and it seemed to remember that he tilted his head and squinted darkly at her eyes and relaxed.

She glanced back at the admiration of the obediently standing, not knowing how to explain: "Dad, he ..."

The father of the county guarded her hand in hand, admiring the sound, like holding two children and pulling into the house with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, father knows."

It was just dawning.

The author has something to say:

In fact, the truth is: the life of the charming girl is very long, and now the sound is not loud enough to reach the mature stage.