Black Lotus Tactics Manual

The girl in red sits in front of the dressing table.

A soft long hair was neatly picked up, with a golden Phoenix face on his head, and a pearl in his mouth, hanging on the smooth forehead.

On the temple, a big red camellia was tilted. The edges of the petals are a little dry, not newly picked from the garden, but a flower that has been hurriedly pinched from the vase in the afternoon.

There are no more flowers in the garden.

The night is pouring like ink, the thunderous thunder is like the roar of a beast, the thunder of lightning, the pouring of heavy rain, the clattering sound is like a galloping horse The ground is red.

The thin skinny fingers touched the withered petals. She thought, no matter how hurried, she always wanted to celebrate.

The man smiled slightly in the mirror.

Today is my big day.

The smile spread, and the snow-white face froze suddenly, just like a lifeless mask in an instant. The next moment, the muscles on his face began to move slightly-the smile slowly disappeared.

The light of curiosity and calmness emerged from the dim eyes.

Ling Miaomiao sat sideways and carefully looked at the person's face in the mirror: a pale face, slender eyebrows, apricot eyes, thin lips, and then a pointed and thin chin.

It is the appearance of a small family jasper. If the eyes of this pair of water spirits are closer to each other, it is still possible to fight together, to be a flamboyant beauty who can discharge with both eyes, and take the route of harming the country and the people. It's a pity that Ling Yu's pupil distance is slightly wider, giving a mild and non-aggressive illusion. His eyes stare into a cross-eyed eye, which is also a pitiful hang.

Ling Miaomiao sighed: No heroine's life is no heroine's life, which can be seen from the face.

She stroked her thin chin and frowned slightly.

Ling Yu is too thin and uncomfortably thin. Throughout the ages, it is only blessed women who are blessed. According to the superstition of the older generation, this face is a short-lived portrait of Bo Fu.

Ling Miaomiao stood up, the red wedding dress fell on the ground, and her figure was vaguely reflected in the bronze mirror.

The wedding was in a hurry, and the wedding dress was not known from where it was borrowed. It was not suitable. The thin silver needle was used to get out of the waist. The wide cuffs covered his hands and was worn straight on the body. The gold thread embroidery on the clothes Shrinked in the folds, you can't see the details.

Ling Yu was skinny like a bean seedling, bowed his head with his chest, and leaned his shoulders forward, looking a little flinching.

Miao Miao straightened her back straight, squinted at the mirror, and saw a frowning impatient face. She was so frightened that she immediately stretched her eyebrows—maybe it was her bad impression of Ling Yu ’s preconceptions. Disgust, this is really not the case.

In this era, people's shuttle in the parallel world has become common. Any accident in life may trigger a trip in a multi-dimensional space. The reason why Ling Miaomiao stepped into Ling Yu's world all blamed her for writing a book review in the middle of the night.

This book is the transformational fantasy masterpiece "Capture the Demon", which is said to be "the return of ten years, and turned gorgeously".

When young and ignorant, Ling Miaomiao had been deceived by the blood of those dogs who were separated from life to death. After ten years, for the sake of feelings, stay up late and read the floating boat.

——What a masterpiece of transformation, under the shell of the world of demon catching, is still the familiar taste! The three women who like the male lead fight for wisdom, and the male lead who likes the female lead can't help but the male and female protagonists are misunderstood. The pair of little mandarin ducks in the conspiracy and calculations are like a ball of wool.

Ling Miaomiao wrote a book review for this indignation. Before writing, he sincerely selected a representative character as an entry point.

If arousing readers' anger is considered successful, the third female Ling Yu should be regarded as the most successful character in the whole book.

She is bad.

But it's not so bad. She is accustomed to being a victim, graciously beating the enemy, stabbing in the back, and pretending to be a pitiful look.

This character is gloomy and timid from beginning to end. The man who loves the male does not dare to compete head-on with the female host. In addition to getting the male host in a perverted way, he secretly stirs the divorce and harms the female host.

If villain No. 2 is a proud and powerful tiger, she is a rat gnawing human toes in the dark, or a worm that guards against theft in a rice bucket.

While enjoying the protection of the protagonist group, she was thinking about how to dig the foot of the wall, like the wet and green moss in the crack of the wall, wet, yawning and unshakable.

This wonderful temperament makes Ling Miaomiao feel physiologically disgusted. In contrast, she feels that the indulgent, self-willed and so bad female No. 2 Duanyang Emperor Ji is much more lovely.

As a cannon fodder, Ling Yu's fate is naturally not much better, and the road of feeling is particularly bumpy.

She has been married twice in her life. For the first time, she was invited to make a fake show with her protagonist Liu Fuyi. Before she was intoxicated, her short dream shattered.

The second time, she married Mu Sheng, the younger brother of the heroine Mu Yao.

The door was squeaked open.

The maid received the umbrella and stood at the door. The corner of the dress was ticking and the rain was dripping. She shook her voice and looked like a little chicken: "Miss, Ji Shi is here."

Xiaomao's face was blue, her hands were shaking slightly, and she was obviously afraid of the extreme.

Miao Miao responded, hurriedly smeared a bit of rouge on her lips, and walked away with her wet cuffs.

The oil-paper umbrella can hardly withstand such intense rain. The rainwater converges into a stream and flows down the umbrella like a stream. The little girl's hand holding the umbrella trembles, and when it trembles, the rain splashes onto the wonderful and thin wedding dress, and her shoulders get wet in a moment.

Miao Miao was a little unhappy. She grabbed the umbrella handle with her hand, and the big umbrella steadily covered the girl's head.

Along the winding corridor, there was no words all the way, Miao Miao said nothing: "Have you seen it?"

"... Hmm." The maid clung to Miaomiao and brought her crying, "Miss, aren't you scared ... that ... so terrible ..."

Apart from the widow, no one will get married at night. Even a widow would not choose such a night of thunderstorms.

Because of this marriage, this is a game.

This should be the time when Liu Fuyi invited Ling Yu to pretend to be a bride, the purpose was to lead a big demon.

Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi settled in Taicang a month ago.

Taicang County is small but rich in oil. The rich Taihu Warehouse has a large population, and outsiders hope to settle down here.

However, since last month, several newly married couples have disappeared before entering the cave. Rumors have been raised that some monsters have been seen. The panic swept across the town.

For a time, no one in Taicang County dared to do happy events again.

But marriage is common, and long-term abolition is not the way. Linglu Mountain, the head of Taicang County, who didn't believe in ghosts and spirits, sighed for three days with a big belly. He couldn't hold the announcement and started to recruit talented strangers.

The actor Liu Fuyi and the actress Mu Yao from the original book traveled here and stayed unscrupulously for the sake of the people.

In the days of catching the demon, they lived in Junshou Mansion, the home of the original owner Ling Yu.

On the third day of the protagonist, the monster took the initiative to come to the door.

It was wrapped in Lingyu, the pearl on the palm of the guard.

Ling Yu, who was 16 years old, did not allow a good person. During the day it was normal, but at night he always dressed up and wore a wedding dress to marry someone. In the empty lobby, he worshiped the air with the air.

Liu Fuyi stood beside him and sacrificed Jiu Xuan's demon tower while Ling Yu was "into the cave" alone, forcing the fox demon attached to Ling Yu to appear.

The fox demon wanted to breathe the essence of man, but was forced to show his identity, with a terrible look, sharp fingers and claws, and with a loud roar, he flew towards the defenseless Mu Yao.

Mu Yao, a well-trained demon catcher, calmly fought against him. Liu Fuyi was here to pick up the victim Ling Yu on the ground, like a big hero stepping on Xiangyun from the sky and rescued him from the dream.

Ling Yu lay in his arms, and for the first time felt the smell of a rapid heartbeat.

"Squeak--" The door opened a gap.

The maid blew back two steps, Miao Miao looked at her crumbling look, a little unbearable: "Go down, I'll go in myself ..."

The maid stepped back and sat in the puddle like a prostration.

Some details in the book are not memorable. Ling Miaomiao cheered herself in her heart, and she pushed open the door.

Liu Fuyi was standing tall and standing with her back to her. This one is obviously much more relaxed. The corners of the white clothes that he often wears can be seen under the wedding dress. It turns out that he casually put a wedding robe on the outside.

Others only thought it was an insignificant play, but the pitiful person was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night.

Liu Fuyi turned around when he heard the sound, and it turned out to be a picturesque face.

The original book wrote that Liu Fuyi was weak, so she was thin and always pale, but because of this, she brought a trace of fairy air.

He is gentle and kind, but there is a lingering melancholy between the eyebrows.

When Ling Miaomiao read about the setting of this bad street, he thought that such a man, approachable and abstinent, friendly and mysterious, is indeed the type of girl who loses his soul.

She looked at Liu Fuyi and lost her interest. The author stipulates that he belongs to Mu Yao, no matter how gentle he is to others, no story will happen.

Liu Fuyi said: "Miao Miao."

Miao Miao was scared with a tremble: "What do you call me?"

Liu Fuyi frowned slightly, and hesitated: "I remember your calligraphy called" Miao Miao "..."

"Oh--" Ling Miaomiao lengthened her tone, and was not happy that Ling Yu shared the same name with herself. "It's Miaomiao, Miaomiao is right ... You suddenly called like that, and I didn't react."

Liu Fuyi smiled slightly: "Today you and I are happy, we should call closer."

The actor talks about love and makes his bones soft.

Miao Miao looked at Liu Fuyi's eyes and read Qingming's expectations in it.

Very good, the actor takes the lead and reminds her to do a full set of acting.

"Fuyi." She yelled obediently, seeing Liu Fuyi's eyes flashed with comfort, and came towards her.

Suddenly a trace of suspicion flashed in her mind: "Wait!"