Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"You ... what are you shaking?"

Mu Sheng even laughed, causing the wound to vibrate, Miao Miao felt a hot hand, apparently new blood gushing out, despair in her heart, shouted out: "Don't laugh! Shut up!"

She took a new piece of gauze in her right hand, held it in her hand, and tried to fix his body as if holding him.

She has a faint fragrance in her arms, which is the smell of her daughter's petals bathing in water. Let the steam be steamed and all fluttered out. The warm body is interspersed with a thin layer of water blue. he.

Cold, really cold.

Ling Miaomiao was so hot and sweating: "Can you really bleed like this?"

The hot water slowly lost its temperature, his palms were cold like ice, his lips were pale, and he slowly fought a cold war: "This body of blood ... I can't wait for it to drain ..."

The man in his arms was terrified.

It's a swing. Miao Miao thinks that it seems that people who have lost too much blood will have this performance.

Meowing a mic, the black lotus has the courage to kill the big monster. When he is fighting alone, he is full of tyrants. In the end, he is forced to use life to force it?

She was speechless and had no choice but to say: "You let me go, I'll get you a bed quilt."

"You ... you know I'm cold ..."

"Isn't that nonsense?" Ling Miaomiao's hand was pressed by him, unable to move. "You're so cold ..." She freed her hand, pulled out her cloak, and shook her hand to cover him. Half of his body leaned up on his shoulder, trying to keep him as warm as possible.

Time passed by one minute and one second, and Miao Miao was upset and restless.

"I'm afraid it won't work. I have to go to Brother Liu ..."

"Dare you go?" Mu Sheng awakened from a semi-comatose state, and opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes scary.

"Well, I won't go ..." She didn't dare to act rashly and sat down.

Fortunately, Miao Miao has been sweating, her body is still warm, Mu Sheng whole body clung to her unconsciously.

"Hey, you have no solution at all?" Miao Miao looked at the sound of admiration in a semi-shock state with a sour voice, "What if you don't come to you today?"

"What not to do ..." He talked as lightly as a dream, and his mind was unconscious, constantly flashing Mu Yao's serious expression: A Sheng, you are the hope of the Mu family.

If she knew that the hope of Mu Family not only had such a background, but also painted a skilled backhand ...

It's ridiculous.

The crisp voice near the ear is still chattering:

"By the way, don't you catch the demon, do you always have that kind of hemostatic sign? Or burn it and use water to drink and cure all kinds of diseases ..."

Mu Sheng sneered: "You are talking about fake Taoist bluffing."

"What should I do?" Ling Miao Miaoyu was crying without tears, and the hemostatic medicine on hand could not stop his such a large area of ​​wounds. "If you go on like this, you will die!"

"Death? What's the matter of dying ..." A sneered smile twitched at the corner of his mouth, and his expression became thinner and colder. The whole person was as pale as the next second.

"No ... you can't die wow ..." Ling Miaomiao stared nervously at him, seeing him chaotic and chaotic, raising his voice in a high voice, and said fiercely, "Hear it, can't die! Hurry up, I'll do it instead You do ... otherwise, I will call up your sister as soon as you pass out! "

Mu Sheng looked at her and was strangely silent.

For a while, he whispered: "I can't use it."

In Ling Miaomiao's mind, Liu Fuyi's sentence "Crossing the door evil way" was flashing. It's written in the book, Mu Sheng's mind is not correct, the sword goes on the slant, and the path is evil. But he didn't make it clear where the evil gate is.

If her target is dead, will she be sent directly to the world of punishment? Think of it this way, it is precisely what evil has to do with her!

"Why doesn't it work, it's important to keep your life!"

"I have missed one today ..."

"I know, you don't want to let your sister know about that. You can rest assured that I won't say it in half a word. Use it quickly."

Mu Sheng's face was as pale as paper, and his hair was wet on his forehead. His expression was dim, and his pupils became black and clean. "You see it today, aren't you afraid?"

"Well, I saw it." She was perfunctory and anxious. "Why don't you kill the monster if you have a crooked way? Why don't you use it if you can save your life, hurry up!"

He leaned down slowly and leaned on her, his voice fluttering, and he seemed to be aloof: "... you help me."

"I ... how can I help you?"

"Comb my hair."

He let go of his hand, and Ling Miaomiao's back was soaked with sweat. He stepped into the box in two or three steps and turned out a comb, trembling into the black hair of the black lotus.

"Hairband ... remove it ..." His voice was uncertain.

"Oh ..." Ling Miaomiao stretched out her white hair band and pulled it only a moment, suddenly feeling that the surrounding aura was different.

The air around them turned into countless whirlpools, spinning and twisting. The portrait in front of them had a fatal attraction, like a snow-white poppy swaying in the wind, tempting to pick ...

That kind of poisonous beauty is the gods who are indifferent between the male and female on the nine days, and the evil spirits that want to rise and fall. The dark eyes, the upper end of the eyes, the charming, the eyes are the swirling galaxy, with the most bright and full of affection in the world.

With a glance, one can't help but get closer to him, and even closer, willing to creep under his feet, make his sacrifice, and let him gallop.

There was a sweetness between the throats. When she reacted, the blood in her mouth had flowed to her chin. She felt that all her internal organs were being squeezed by an invisible hand, but she felt strangely no pain. There was a kind of ... ... satisfied satisfaction.

The mood is excited, but reason makes her hair fall.

Is this saving lives? This is for her to be buried together!

"Um ..." Another blood gushed out, her eyes darkened, her hands still not listening, and she put them on his hair band.

"Slap--" The arm was grabbed violently, and then was pulled away with force, sitting on the ground with a buttocks.

"enough."

The mysterious aura suddenly dissipated, as if the person floating in the air fell to the ground, she only felt that all the organs were turned upside down, and the pain came afterwards, "Wow" spurt out With a sip of blood, he gasped on the ground.

Mu Sheng turned back slightly, and Miao Miao saw that his wound was still there, but the blood was no longer bleeding.

His face was white, and somehow, he had a strange color on the corners of his eyebrows, even though his face was now dark and uncertain, his eyes were deep: "Go away, stay away from me."

"..."

Is there such a savior?

She rubbed her arm hurt by Mu Sheng and shrunk in the corner. Looking at Mu Sheng's back, he stretched out his hands, fastened his hair band elegantly and slowly, and then put on his clothes.

Moonlight was condensed on the plain white ribbon, which seemed even more mysterious.

What kind of evil art is he practicing, so powerful? The force just now feels daunting now. No wonder Mu Yao wouldn't let him use it. He might develop like this and develop into a cult leader.

Mu Sheng combed his hair, put on his clothes, and began to sit there, closing his eyes and raising his mind.

"That ... how are you?" Ling Miaomiao hid boredly in the corner for a long time, couldn't help breaking the silence.

"Today's things, don't say a word. Otherwise, I won't ..."

His tone was cold and he stopped suddenly.

Miao Miao wondered, what kind of sickness did the black lotus ... the gentle little sheep still leaning on her arms just now, why did she suddenly turn over in just a moment?

Suddenly, a thought flicked across her heart with a flint of light, and she suddenly appeared in a cold sweat, froze from head to toe.

For revenge, someone who is careful to hurt the whole family ... a black lotus flower that counts as **** in his eyes except for his sister ... What conscience can he have?

He knew the consequences of this move, and he tempted her to do it step by step. The rough fall just now, but instead he temporarily changed his mind and let her go.

"Really ... thank you." She squeezed a word through her teeth.

Mu Sheng kept his back to her, and the hem of his robe spread out like a flower. He was silent for a while, and smiled ironically: "Miss Ling, being too smart may not be a good thing."

"You're wrong, Mu Sheng." Ling Miaomiao leaned back against the wall, and the boat at her feet suddenly bumped.

"Really smart is just for self-preservation and never used to hurt others."

The dim candlelight swayed, and there was another silence in the room.

"You don't believe it?" Ling Miaomiao sneered. "If you believe Mu Yao is an absolutely good person, then why don't you believe that there is no one like her in the world?"

Mu Sheng smiled unclearly: "Are you talking about yourself?"

"Do you think it's ridiculous for me to compare myself with your sister?" Ling Miaomiao tossed for a while, her stomach cried again, and she squatted in the corner and ate buns.

"Yes, I'm a little bit different from her." She chewed and said vaguely, "I'm a little kid, I don't have so many benevolences in my heart. As long as the people I care about are safe and happy Heart, I will be very content. "

She suddenly found a thin, cracked gap under her foot, and the boat bumped again, and a few blisters popped out of the gap.

Huh? She frowned.

There was a shadow under her feet that enveloped her. She raised her head and found that the sound of admiration came to her and looked down at her from the top. He had a strange emotion in his eyes, curious and puzzled: "Aren't you complaining about me?"

"What do you complain about?" She deliberately acted stupid, with stings in her words, "You said that it was a wicked way, I insisted on you, if I died unfortunately, I blamed my bad life."

She swallowed the buns, licked her lips with satisfaction, the sweetness filled her with joy, and even the cursed anger was calmed down.

Ling Miaomiao couldn't breathe anymore, and she was tight all over: Task 2 was really unexpectedly difficult.

"With my life, I will change your life as Mu Muzi, and it is fair to think about it." She smiled sweetly.

The teenager's eyebrows were pressed, and his eyes suddenly became fierce. He didn't expect the person in front of him to look weak, but he had a temper inside ...

It seems that after a long struggle, he adjusted his emotions, but his face became colder, "You-"

"Wow ..." Suddenly there was a loud noise outside, as if the river suddenly turned up a huge wave, and the boat underneath suddenly shook and violently.

"what happened?"

"Ah! It's flooded ..."

The sound outside was noisy. It seemed that a lot of people ran out of the room. For a while, the candles in their hands piled up like fireflies, constantly running around on the deck, and the footsteps were chaotic.

"Kacha—" Miao Miao was shifted into a place in a stunned manner, almost staggering to the front, the thin crack under her feet suddenly expanded, and suddenly a fierce beast split open a big mouth of blood, a black gas With the surging river, he rushed out of his mouth and rushed straight into the sky.

Miao Miao was stunned by the smoky black gas, her wrist was suddenly grasped by Mu Sheng, and pulled from the other end of the crack instantly, pushed towards the door: "Go, let Liu Fuyi take Auntie away."

Miao Miao turned her back, seeing Mo Sheng's sleeve still stained with mottled blood, and hesitated, "Are you ... can you withstand it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, go away!"

Mu Sheng fluttered, two runes were out of the cuff, and when she saw her turn around and ran back, she couldn't help but be furious: "Aren't you letting you go? Why do you care about me!"

"Who cares about you?" Miao Miao ran back to the cabinet in two or three steps, quickly took the baggage placed on the low cabinet, put it on her back, turned around and took the door out: "I didn't take my bun!"

"..."