Black Lotus Tactics Manual

That night, the Xingshan Temple was set on fire, and Toffee Zhao took the relics out of the tower in a panic and quietly transferred to the New Temple.

The evil spirit, who didn't know where it was, was contaminated with the resentment of those who died in the fire, and it was even more breathtaking. The "Sari" placed in the new temple is like a central remote control. Once there is sandalwood stained with the ashes of the dead, it will use the grudges carried in the ashes as a weapon blade, manipulate thousands of horses, and entangle Poor Emperor Duanyang, therefore, the coldness of the new temple is no less than that of the old one.

With evil spirits inside, and Lu Jiupeiyu's cooperation outside, Duan Yang can't get rid of this vast network until all the truth is known to the world.

From the seven-story stupa to the end, the stairs are steep and the space is narrow, and only people can bend to pass.

The light was dim, and Miaomiao tried to protect the faint candlelight in her hands in a large dust.

The tower was empty.

Ling Miaomiao coughed repeatedly with the dark and damp smell inside, and protruded out of the small window with misfortune, almost like a prisoner craving for light.

I saw Mu Sheng standing under the tower with his arms, looking up at her. She shouted anxiously: "Mu Sheng, that relic is not on it!"

The young man ’s black eyes are moist and watery, with a very ambiguous smile: “That ’s nature. If it ’s still here, the lady concubine will not use the word‘ find ’.”

Miao Miao threw the candle out of the window and hit him in the face: "You play me!"

Mu Sheng reached out his hand and held the thin red candle lightly. The poor fire was extinguished, and the candle wick drew a thin line of smoke in the air.

Mu Sheng lowered his eyebrows and slammed an orange spark with his fingertips. The candlelight ignited again in an instant, and the blazing fire reflected his white jade-like face.

He took a candle and looked closely: "Throwing is refreshing now, I see how you get down in a while."

Ling Miaomiao trapped in a dark stupa: "..."

Ling Miaomiao feels that she may have been a lizard in her previous life, otherwise how could she explain that she has fallen into the steep stupa with her five bodies thrown on the ground, her limbs touching the black side by side, and can climb so fast?

"Bah!" She took a mouthful of dirt and began to pat her sleeves, skirt and hair desperately. Fortunately, she wore a few more layers when she went out and scrapped an outer skirt. The jacket inside was clean and clean. .

After she finished cooking, she walked out of the back of the tower and saw Mu Sheng staring at the candle in a daze.

In the evening of twilight, the courtyard of Xingshan Temple was empty. There were trees and trees, and **** lanterns were lit under the eaves of the palace. The royal lantern is a blossoming cold red, noble and indifferent.

The candlelight in the boy's hands was dim, with illusory warmth, and outlined his long eyelashes and the bridge of his nose, illuminating his pale face, like soap bubbles that would shatter with the touch of a hand.

There was a faint smell of air floating in the air, accompanied by the seemingly sweet fragrance.

Miao Miao dragged her clothes and walked over to arrange her sleeves: "How do you think you should find it?"

Mu Sheng lowered his eyebrows and didn't care: "Naturally, one by one."

The light glanced over her clothes and slowly swept to her face. Only a smirk smiled in the eye, "Climbed down?"

Miao Miao coughed: "Climb ... Climb, exercise your limbs, and don't wrestle, just like morning running, healthy!"

Qiu cicada hissed.

The halls in Xingshan Temple are continuous, and the bodhisattva and the golden body have separate halls. The moonlight hits the marble floor coldly, reflecting the cold light of hoarfrost.

Looking for a temple, to turn over the tribute table, check the statue, and lie on the floor to find the inch by inch. What's worse is that the sweeping palace people are lazy, and the tribute table is full of dust in the afternoon.

Naturally, the sound of completely passive idleness would not be found on the floor. When Ling Miaomiao, who worked hard to push the plot, lay on the cold floor for the tenth time, he only hated that he was not a metal detector.

This is not the way to go. She clapped her hands, stood up, and walked in front of him: "Mug Master, you have seen the battle of demon trappings much better. Such inefficiency is presumed to be eliminated by the industry ... is there no other simple way?"

She was talking, but her black and white eyes looked at the cuffs of Mu Sheng without blinking. In the past, there were a lot of rune papers stored there, and just torn out a piece, which should be easier to use than her lying on the floor.

It's a pity that Black Lotus deliberately hid his hands behind him: "No."

The sound of Mu lifted up, his face paler than usual, and under the moonlight, the two pills became brighter and brighter.

Ling Miaomiao gave a slight sigh, moved a futon to sit on the floor, and began to stretch out her hands to organize the delicate hairpins.

The white skirt with bow-shaped pleats outlines the waist when standing, but it can be unfolded like a iris petal when sitting down. Sixteen pieces of embroidered yarn around the waist are decorated in the skirt. Each piece is embroidered with gold thread on the half-open Hang Ju , Reflecting the moonlight like snow.

Regarding the degree of saobao in dress, Ling Miaomiao will never lose to Black Lotus.

Mu Sheng glanced at her. Sure enough, she was attracted by the moonlight on her skirt for a moment, and then frowned: "Don't go looking for it?"

Ling Miaomiao looked up at him. The small green oranges of the two temples were the most innocent stars. The bun was tied with a blue ribbon, revealing a small jade-like earlobe, and Xingzi's eyes reflected the water: "I am tired. "

The **** the earth under the moon has three more colors than usual and more three points of fairy spirit. Even the scorn like anger is easy to make people feel excited.

It's a pity that Mu Sheng's face can't see much emotion of cherishing flowers. He squatted down, leaned closer to her face, with mercy in his eyes and mocking: "How many have you been tired after finding it?"

She looked at his eyes for a moment, silently, and stretched out her hand with no signs. She could not avoid the sound, so that her cold hand was firmly pressed on the forehead.

"Not sick ..." She tilted her head and wondered, "Where are you uncomfortable ..."

His wrist was almost immediately arrested. He used 90% of his strength to pinch Ling Miaomiao's bones, and she was almost broken. She felt a strong sense of tenderness, clenching her teeth and glancing down, and the other hand quickly grabbed Mu Sheng's wrist. .

She felt his hand tremble, an instinctive reaction to the wound.

For her to pinch, his cuffs were stained with blood, and the wet touch touched her fingertips, and a faint sweetness filled the air.

Mu Sheng didn't dodge, let her hold her right hand, and her left hand was still holding her wrist tightly, forming a stalemate.

The two looked at each other motionlessly in the darkened hall, their faces submerged in the darkness, and their eyes were stained with the bright moonlight. At this moment, the hall was so quiet that they could only hear the breath of intertwining breaths.

"Muzi period, why use your blood to feed the water ghost?"

Ling Miaomiao's complexion opened quietly, her eyes sparkling.

On the Wanjiang ship, she pointed to his nose and asked why he didn't take medicine.

Mu Sheng's expression floated for a moment, his eyes gradually deepened, and some teeth were gritted: "I told you earlier, being too smart is not a good thing."

Miao Miao looked at him, slowly let go of her hand, and laughed silently: "What should I do, and let me discover a secret again, are you going to kill me immediately?"

The smile was bright and frivolous, and it seemed full of excitement.

Mu Sheng also let her go, coldly watching her rubbing her wrists, pulling her face down to warn her: "Do you think I dare?"

"You dare not naturally." Miao Miao bowed her head, "Sister Mu is still waiting to meet us."

Mu Sheng really stiffened.

At any time, pulling out the elder sister, the big Buddha, can crush him under the Wuzhi Mountain and dare not make it.

Mu Sheng has always felt that Ling Miaomiao is like a rabbit-just the three rabbits who eat and eat, and when they are in danger, they drill into the hole and leave only a fluffy butt. But recently, the rabbit's guts are overweight.

The sense of blood loss and dizziness had not faded, and his brain was dizzy. He paced in the empty Buddhist temple, but instead of anxiety, he felt a long-lost lightness in his heart.

At any time, carrying a secret alone for a long time will make people tired.

He has also reached the end of silence and patience.

"I'm really curious. You have always been merciless to the monsters. With your temper, the lingering water ghost should have died before crossing the Wan River, right?" Ling Miaomiao still sat On the futon, staring at Mu Sheng's wandering figure.

In Mu Sheng's mind, the cold curse flashed back: "You are here killing monsters and killing happily, but remember the mother under the ground?"

He turned a little anxiously around the wrist to collect the devil's handle, answering what was not asked: "... When did you find out?"

"At the palace at that time, you pretended to be ill and drove me twice to deal with the doctor. The water ghost took the opportunity to come in from the window. Not to mention that your wrist was flat and hurt for no reason ..." She sniffed her fingers and wrinkled Nose, and then laughed, "I can't forget the smell of water ghosts in my life."

Mu Sheng looked at Ling Miaomiao's fluffy face through the moonlight.

Rabbits are sometimes clever, sometimes confused, and sometimes want to hide in the corners of the world, and sometimes close to the nose. She stepped on the line several times, but he couldn't get rid of the grass ...

If she didn't really like Liu Fuyi, he would have doubted that Ling Miaomiao had come to him specially.

Liu Fuyi ... There was a sneer in his heart, a little more, and the rabbit had a bad vision.

"Mu Sheng, what exactly did that gadget threaten you, so that you are giving up?"

Miao Miao thought, the black lotus hand is ruthlessly black, and has nothing to do with things. Now that anyone is riding on his head, the water ghost must have mastered a secret.

It's really exciting!

At the mention of this, Mu Sheng was immediately annoyed: "What does it have to do with you?"

"Naturally it matters. As a friend, I kindly remind you not to be fooled."

This is true, and of course, with Ling Miaomiao's consistent ignorance and fearless temperament.

The night wind brought the fragrance of gardenia, which was scattered in the air, and it was almost full of erosion.

Mu Sheng looked down at her: "I hope to exchange some secrets with my blood."

The implication is that you should not be too busy.

Miao Miao has always been unable to grasp the point, and she looked up with curiosity: "What's so special about your blood that attracted monsters to chase?"

The aroma became more and more pronounced to the point of being choking. Mu Sheng's remarks just started: "My blood ..." The teenager realized that he had made Ling Miaomiao deviated, and there was a trace of annoyance in his eyes. "Why should I tell you?"

Ling Miaomiao's fair-skinned hands slammed in front of her nose: "Cough, where the flowers are so fragrant, choking to death."

Mu Sheng noticed that the rich and almost choking smell in the air, he was suddenly shocked: bad, careless ...

The whole body quickly tightened up and down, the rim of the right wrist immediately pulled out, pinched at the fingertip, and left hand picked up Ling Miaomiao on the ground, but it was too late-

The moonlight was unclear when it was covered by the swimming black clouds. The five fingers were outstretched in the hall, and a little yellowish red light slowly lit from under my feet.

Vermilion, Garcinia Cinerea, Indigo ... Ling Miaomiao's eyes first appeared to be heavy gold ornaments on the wrist, and then a pair of hugged male and female exposed bodies.

This this ... this is ...

"Yeah!"

The eyes seemed to be pierced by the pepper water, and she was shocked. She closed her eyes subconsciously. The ostrich was buried in sand. She quickly plunged into Mu Sheng's arms, and the head seemed to drill a hole in his chest.

Mu Sheng: "..."