Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"What, you are leaving?"

Ling Miaomiao opened her mouth, "I'm leaving tomorrow. Is this ... so anxious?"

The voice did not fall, and there were several "ding" sounds in the head, like a flood that broke the dam, and a brain rushed out.

You do n’t need to listen to it to know that her task completion is too low. Now the protagonist group will leave Taicang. Not to mention Mu Sheng, there is no improvement there, not even the intimacy with Liu Fuyi.

"Miss Ling," Mu Yao gave her a gentle smile incomprehensibly, "Catch the demon to take the four seas as the home and the wandering as the life, we have been here to harass for too long."

There is a chic expression in her eyes, especially when it comes to "the world is home", the voice is clear and lingering, and the ground is loud, just like a swordswoman.

"No ... soon ..." Ling Miaomiao waved her hand, and for a while, begged cautiously, "otherwise ... you will live for a while, I ... I'm still afraid."

Mu Yao took a sip of tea with a smile, his expression tolerant and firm.

Miao Miao saw this hopeless, turned to Liu Fuyi, and before she spoke, Mu Sheng's voice floated over.

"Afraid? Miss Ling is still scared to sleep because of the demon?" There was a small moon in her black eyes, squinting her eyes mockingly, "Do I need to give you my sachet?"

He said, pouring three or four bulging autumn sacs from his sleeves on his coffee table. The mouths of these sacs were tied with bright white ribbons, matching his hair band.

"Why, I think that Liu Gongzi's sachets are enough?" He hesitated when she saw her, with a pair of white and slender hands on several sachets.

The black lotus is yin and yang, Ling Miaomiao feels a chill in the back.

"A sound, don't make a joke." Liu Fuyi interrupted reproachfully and relieved her. Liu Fuyi of Shengyi Xue in white turned to look at her and said softly, "Thanks to Miss Ling and Lord Ling for their hospitality these days."

"Son Liu will not have to say thanks ..."

Do n’t rush to thank ...

Ling Miaomiao was anxious in her heart, holding back for a long while, holding out a sentence, "I want to go with you."

Not an interrogative sentence, but a strong emotional statement.

There was silence, and all three eyes gathered on her face, with different looks.

"Miss Ling, this kind of thing is not a joke." Mu Yao frowned, and his tone became serious. "It's hard to catch the monsters on the road, let alone deal with those monsters. It's just the kind of living in the wind and the night. I'm afraid you are the same unimaginable."

Mu Yao has a strong and independent personality. As a parent and daughter of Mu, she is still an elitist. It is absolutely impossible for her to take a pig teammate who can't carry her shoulders or lift her hands.

"I can." Ling Miaomiao stared at the innocent Xingzi eyes, writing innocently on her face, "I am strong, I can eat any bitterness."

"We didn't have two or two meals for you to eat." Mu Sheng raised his lips, and Mu Yao yelled at the next moment, "A Sheng, is it time to joke?"

The sorrowful Mu Sheng instantly switched to the grievance channel, lowering his eyes very softly, and immediately stopped speaking.

Ling Miaomiao groaned in her heart, and she lost her job of copying the house of the county guard. If she was not forcibly stuffed into the protagonist group by her father, why should they accept her?

Mu Yao turned her head with a firm tone: "Miss Ling has not experienced such a day, I am afraid I don't know how bitter ..." She would not persuade people to see Ling Miaomiao's appearance of crying, showing some annoyed look, Using his eyes to signal Liu Fuyi to continue.

Fu Yi smiled: "Why did Miss Ling suddenly want to follow us?"

"I ..." Miao Miao thought for a moment, staring at the dark starry eyes, her eyes dry and her tears secreted naturally, "I don't want to live like this again ..."

The emotional drama came, and her tone was more aggrieved, and her eyes were covered with mist. "Before I met you, I also succumbed to the` `parent's life."

She looked at Liu Fuyi in tears, "but when I met you, I knew that people could live very smart and free ..."

"But this is not as chic and free as you think ..." Mu Yao frowned and interrupted, but was waved by the focused Fuyi, beckoning her to finish listening.

"I do n’t want to stay in this small world all my life, marry a stranger, then trapped in wood, oil and salt, and finally grow old with tedium. I can choose my life, I want to leave something different Color ... Even if it is dangerous, I am not afraid. In this way, when I recall later, I can think a little bit ... "

After the speech, Ling Miaomiao closed her mouth and two lines of tears shed in time. Looking at Liu Fuyi's eyes, it seemed like two groups of burning sparks.

Miao Miao was touched by herself. If she was the protagonist, Liu Fuyi would definitely hold her in her arms in the next second.

Mu Yao was silent silently. She glanced at Liu Fuyi with anxiety.

Liu Fuyi was lost in thought for a long while before pulling out the veil from her arms and handing it to Miaomiao kindly. He watched her wipe her tears, and his eyes were very gentle, even with a hint of encouragement: "It's a big thing, have you discussed with Ling Zun?"

"Fuyi!" Mu Yao was extremely nervous. In her view, Miaomiao's daughters of boudoirs were always too idealistic. The wind and snow they thought was actually not the case at all, "Miss Ling, I understand what you mean ,but……"

"Liu Gongzi, Sister Mu, I promise not to drag your hind legs, but I will hide if I hit you. I am strong and fit every morning, and I run very fast."

Ling Miaomiao saw that Liu Fuyi was loose, and she beamed her brows, spitting out a string of promises. She patted her chest and lied without changing her face. . "

At the end of the speech, he bit his lip and fixed his eyes on the person in front of him.

"I think it's not bad."

"I disagree."

The voices of Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi both sounded, and they both froze, turning their heads to look at each other.

One to one, embarrassing situation.

"Yaoer, Miss Ling is not as delicate and delicate as an ordinary lady, she is quite bold ..."

Especially in the face of the water mirror, his face did not change color, and he talked with him about such a complicated trap. The clear organization and responsiveness made him admire him very much.

In fact, when Ling Miaomiao sighed that he had a high IQ, he also secretly pondered in his heart. If this Miss Ling was born in a family of demon catchers, how shocked she would be.-What a pity.

Mu Yao's expression was a little complicated. She looked at Fuyi's vivid expression when she mentioned this Miss Ling, but she didn't say anything in the end.

She froze her face: "I must be responsible for Miss Ling's safety. If something goes wrong, who will be responsible?"

"I won't let Miss Ling have an accident." Fu Yi replied lightly, and the unique airy and conceited temperament in his body appeared between the words.

This angered Mu Yao again, her face worsened: "No."

"Yaoer." Fuyi frowned, "I know you are worried

The progress of catching the demon, but you refused before seeing Miss Ling's ability, is it too arbitrary? "

Mu Yao raised his eyes and looked at him, his face full of disbelief: "In your eyes, am I such a person?"

Ling Miaomiao saw that the atmosphere between the two became more and more tense, and at a time, she was helpless and sweated out of her head.

"Ding-task reward: because the host's intensified contradictory task is over-completed, reward [Image Catalysis] once, the reminder is completed."

Ling Miaomiao was so upset that she wanted to cry.

What is image catalysis, is this invisible and intangible reward really mocking her?

She tilted her head slightly and saw Mu Sheng watching the fire from the other side. There was an impenetrable smile on the corner of her mouth, and she was happily watching the conflict between the male and female protagonists.

No one can count on him.

"Don't quarrel ..." Miao Miao stepped over and intervened between the two, comforting left and right. "I know Sister Mu is thinking about my safety. I won't catch the demon. My own death is small. Big……"

She looked at Mu Yao, "I promise, I will deal with it cleverly. When I should run, I will never love to fight. When I should kill myself, I will never hurt my teammates. Everything is focused on the collective ..."

She took Mu Yao's hand and put it on the palm of her hand, while carefully exiting between the two, while carefully adding, "The two are powerful people, be sure to protect me together ... I will grow up slowly, I promise."

Mu Yao's hand was cold, resting on Fuyi's palm. He looked at her pale and stubborn face. Suddenly there was a pain in his heart. He held her small hand in his palm and tightened it tightly.

Mu Yao looked at him, his expression relaxed.

Mu Sheng saw that Ling Miaomiao, who was indented in the corner, was relieved and collapsed, narrowing her eyes slightly: didn't she like Liu Fuyi?

What is she doing now?

"Sister," he said slowly.

Miao Miao stared at the black lotus, her heart raised into her throat.

"I think ..."

"Mugong is assured, I don't have to eat two or two meals!" Miao Miaosheng was afraid of regenerating branches, and stretched out his palm, making an exaggerated swear gesture, "I'll be fine if I don't eat one day."

Mu Sheng laughed. He looked at her nervous and expectant look in Xingzi's eyes, and instead glanced at Liu Fuyi who was coaxing Mu Yao softly.

His expression was dull, and after a while, he said lightly: "I think Miss Ling is quite suitable for catching demon."

After that, he smiled meaningfully at Ling Miaomiao.

It was impossible to find someone who was entangled in Liu Fuyi so tightly that he had no energy to interfere with his sister.

Mu Yaoyu departed, and the white gauze sleeves as thin as cicadas flew over, quickly passing the wooden railing of the corridor.

The white oleander blossomed, and the snow of each tree was adorned beside the corridor. When Mu Sheng and Miao Miao walked side by side, Miao Miao sneezes with a fragrant floral fragrance.

"Right," Mu Sheng asked lightly. "What was Miss Ling thinking when she looked at my sachet just now?"

"Ah?" Ling Miaomiao blew her nose hard, and then thought blankly, her eyes on his jade-carved face, a little embarrassed: "I'm thinking, the ribbon on the mouth of your sachet is familiar, no Could it be tied with your hair band? "

Mu Sheng smiled, slender fingers around the hair band on his head, "Are you very interested in this?"

"... No." Ling Miao Miao said right and wrong, at the end, sincerely praised, "It is indeed very beautiful, against you."

Mu Sheng chuckled slightly, put down his hand, the bright and clean hairband fluttered in the wind, and seemed to stop a butterfly fluttering on his black hair.

"Unfortunately. Beautiful things are always very vicious."