Black Lotus Tactics Manual

The vast waves of smoke in Taize Lake, large green lotus leaves catch the sky, and hide a thin nine-curved corridor in the green ocean.

Ling Miaomiao buzzed her ears, and a cool breeze wiped her face. A black and white bamboo dragonfly had been swept into the blue sky. Her eyes caught her hand quickly, and the dragonfly wings still in her palm were still there. Spin.

The bamboo was sharply cut with a sharp dagger, and with sharp corners, Ling Miaomiao stroked the rough surface. Some accidents: "Did you do it?"

Mu Sheng's black eyes looked at Ling Miaomiao's palm, and he asked what he said: "Have you ever played?"

"Of course, when I was young, how many did I fly?" Ling Miaomiao fiddled with this simple bamboo dragonfly and eagerly tried. "Mu Sheng, I flew it out. Can you get it back before I can guarantee that it will fall into the water?"

The black lotus was startled, and nodded.

"Yes." Ling Miao Miao was elated and her eyes brightened. "Come, check if you are doing well."

The bamboo dragonfly flew out of her palm, twirled awkwardly in the air, and planted it with a broken kite.

She was taken aback, Mu Sheng raised her sleeves, and the falling bamboo dragon seemed to be held by a thread. She drew an arc in the air and flew back, falling back to his palm.

Mu Sheng pinched the bamboo dragonfly and raised the corner of his mouth carelessly: "You can't fly."

Having said that, he let go, and the bamboo dragonfly flew out violently, soaring up to the sky, disturbed the golden sunlight outside the Huxin Pavilion, flying high and far in the clear sky.

Ling Miaomiao looked up and muttered: "Not right ..." When the bamboo dragonfly fell, he grabbed his palm with unbelief.

She turned the revolving rod and saw the tops of her wings. She was so angry and funny now: "You bamboo dragonfly, it's strange to fly!"

The sound of Mu Sheng was about to come in an instant, and she was about to grab her hand. She twisted and evaded dexterously.

Ling Miaomiao pointed at his wings and showed him: "The wings are a piece of bamboo. You have to cut two inclined planes on the left and right to fly by the vortex. You can make a flat ..."

Don't blame him. The pitiful voice only glanced at the ordinary toy, and painted it by the gourd.

Seeing the young man's anger quickly corrupted, she took the bamboo dragonfly into her sleeve and touched his cuff with a thunderous thunder: "Hey, you cheated ..."

Stretching his hand, he pulled out a small charm in his sleeve. Miao Miao burst into the yellow paper with a smile: "Interesting?"

Mu Sheng hung his hands on his side, and there was a hint of anger in his eyebrows: "Where I want it to fly, where will it fly? Isn't it interesting?"

In this way, it looks like a good student cheated and caught in an exam. The trapped beast still resists the eyes of the outside world and tries to pack himself as fierce and horizontal.

"It's not impossible." The rough surface of the bamboo dragonfly in her sleeve rubbed her fingers. "It's just like the bamboo dragonfly because of the wind and destiny. You control it with a spell and you turn it into a puppet. What do you call the dragonfly? "

[Ding-System prompts, congratulations to the host for obtaining the key item "Bamboo Dragonfly", which has been placed in the task box. The prompt is complete. 】

The system prompt in the brain suddenly interrupted Ling Miaomiao's thoughts, so he had to end the preaching in a hurry. Glancing at the black lotus standing alone in the wind, he suddenly felt a little pitiful.

Mu declared that she was standing very close to her, but even the corner of the clothing flying in the wind seemed to have formed a layer of cold frost, and the whole person was surrounded by sunlight, and it could not melt the lonely loneliness on him.

Not to mention a bamboo dragonfly, everything is the same in him, and his strong teeth will not lag behind others by half a point. Even if there is happiness in it, he covers his ears and steals the bell, and does not feel it at all.

His emotions and sorrows are all in his heart, he is awkward, he is envious, he is jealous, and no one knows about it, and no one cares.

Even her closeness is only a deliberate task.

Black lotus, miserable.

The liaison symbol floated out, and a small spark exploded in the air, making a beep.

"It's time to go back." His face calmed down and reached out his hand. "Return me."

Ling Miaomiao looked at him for a long time, and said in a small voice: "Actually, you can't control everything in your hands. It's better to hand it to God and leave yourself a little surprise."

Her voice was low and soft, and he reminded him of whispers between adoptive parents many years ago to discuss countermeasures. With their heads pressed against each other, Bai Jin persuaded Mu Huaijiang softly, and when he noticed that he was coming, he immediately sat in danger and returned to a serious and indifferent look.

Only very close people will use such familiar persuasion.

In this way of speaking, they never treat him.

The sunlight fell on the top of her hair, and the girl's hair shone brightly and brightly. In this fine weather, even her eyes were translucent, like clear amber.

Ling Miaomiao squeezed the bamboo dragonfly and passed him happily. She was walking a few steps, and then a few steps back. When she came back, she raised her hand and smiled at him with a bright face, fearing he would listen. It seems that the right hand is compared to a horn: "I will help you to change it, and if you do it, you will be returned to—"

"There are not many Tao surnames in Chang'an City. I only found one line. I live in the suburbs, and my ancestors are all craftsmen." Liu Fuyi folded a weeping willow and drew a shallow "pottery" on the ground.

Mu Yao looked at the word and nodded solemnly.

"Brother Liu, is destroying the flowers and trees again?" Ling Miaomiao saw Liu Fuyi, and her steps became lighter. She ran away from Huan'er in the distance. Liu Fuyi looked up at her and burst into a smile.

Mu Yao looked sideways at Ling Miaomiao.

The girl was not dignified in speaking and doing things, and even had some teeth and claws, and sometimes she seemed to be pretentious, but Liu Fuyi smiled involuntarily when she saw her, as if this temperament unexpectedly liked him.

She pondered, was she really too boring?

"Sister A." Thoughts were interrupted, looking back at Mu Sheng's brilliant smile, and the water sac passed to her mouth, "Drink water?"

Her arm slightly moved away from her and shook her head: "I'm not thirsty."

Mu Sheng sealed the water sac with some disappointment. The next moment, it rained and cleared a round orange from his arms: "Sister?"

Mu Yao glanced at him helplessly: "Attentively listen."

Mu Sheng looked back, and next to him was a model who listened attentively—Miao Miao, a pair of big eyes, was looking at Liu Fuyi intently, how serious and serious he was, even his few chats were all accepted.

The wicker let her **** it away, took it carelessly in her hands, and took off the tender leaves of the ground.

Her eyes were shining brightly, without blinking, and she could not conceal her admiration. He felt that his heart was like that wicker, which made her fall into chaos, leaving only inexplicable irritability.

Liu Fuyi said dryly: "The ghosts that wrapped around Duanyang Emperor Ji can be determined to be Tao Ying and the cultists who died in the old temple for the time being. Li Jun in Jingyangpo seems to have nothing to do with this matter. But there is also a mixture of psychedelic incense and the ashes of these dead people ... who collected the corpses and transported them to Jingyangpo so far away? "

The protagonist group is to catch the demon world to carry the handle, and the fighting method is superior, but after all, it is not a professional detective. The inexhaustible logic lines quickly stun everyone's brains.

Liu Fuyi sighed when he saw that everyone was at a loss, "The old temple is the base camp of Li Gui. No matter what method they used to go to the new temple, they took the old temple and cut off the source of ghosts. Talk at the source. "He glanced at everyone," Go? "

Ever since Chang'an City, Liu Fuyi's thick stack of spells is useless, and the devil's handle on Mu Sheng's wrists has fallen. He has long wanted to move his muscles. Hearing this sentence, everyone feels spiritual Vibrate.

Ling Miaomiao was also shocked in her head.

[Ding, task reminder: task one and two-quarter progress starts, please prepare the host. 】

In the afternoon, the clouds were over the top, and a heavy downpour rain hit the lotus leaves in Lake Taize in a white mist, and the pool water splashed with water.

Emperor Duanyang closed his eyes and listened to the rain, the moisture infiltrated through the gap in the closed door of the hall, haunting the gauze. The long nap was so dizzy that she sat up lazily and put on her coat.

"Pei Yu?" She called out, the bedroom was empty, and she was the only one.

When Pei Yun was in the past, she would carefully guard the door, and she would rush in with just a single sound, carrying a copper basin and a wet towel to wipe her face, with fresh rose petals floating in the basin.

The thick water vapor swelled the air, and the quilt was full of moisture. She put on her clothes and got up, and dragged her steps to the dressing table.

At this time, she missed Pei Yun a little.

However, this sadness only stayed for a moment, on the one hand because her emotions towards Peiyun immediately turned into resentment, on the other hand, because she found a letter on the dressing table.

The envelope was made of cheap yellow paper, and it was placed on the dressing table, with two temples pressed on it. The envelope had no head and no tail, only the word "min" was written, and the opening was glued tightly.

Suddenly her heart jumped up, as if anticipating something, shaking her hand and tearing open the envelope.

There is only one letterhead, because it is mixed with dried flowers.

The torrential rain in summer hurried back and forth, and the dark clouds dispersed, and the light came in from the window, illuminating Duan Yang's blushing face with joy and panic.

Only then did she leave the stationery and looked up, the flat window didn't close properly, and the crisp bird song poured into the Fengyang Palace along the window.

She clasped the stationery in her hand and ran to the window in disbelief. The green leaves and leaves in the garden outside the window swayed from the rain, and the white hydrangea also carried dewdrops.

"Have he been here ..." Duan Yang leaned on the window and smiled in a loss of spirit.

Ling Miaomiao and his party took a break at the tea shop they visited last time.

The tea shop is very rudimentary, the wooden strips of different thickness are put together, the outside is covered with thatched tents, and a piece of rag is put up. It was almost lifted by the sudden rainstorm. Corner, barely suppressing the roof.

The rain continued to drip down the leak, and half of the tea in the Ling Miao Miao bowl was drunk, and half of the rain was still full.

She sighed while holding the gap, and her vague eyebrows reflected on the water.

"I suddenly remembered one thing." Mu Yao's look was still very serious. In the past few days, she lost weight and her collarbone at the neckline protruded. The whole person looked more and more alienated.

"Did you add psychedelic incense and ashes, are they the same people?"

Liu Fuyi is peeling peanuts very carefully. Compared with Mu Yao, his expression is quite calm: "How do you think of this?"

"I always feel that something has been overlooked by us. If the ashes are to build a bridge for the soul, why do you want to add a psychedelic incense in one fell swoop? The matter that the doctors have known for a short time, is it that Guo Xiu, who is in charge of this batch of incense, hasn't done anything first Check it out? "

Liu Fuyi put two peeled peanuts in front of Miao Miao and Mu Yao.

Mu Sheng supported her face and answered her sister's question seriously: "What if this psychedelic fragrance is Guo Xiujia?"