Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Ling Miaomiao was shaking all over, and her heartbeat was suddenly shocked like a cowhide drum was struck by dong, almost infected with the sound of admiration. He broke her fingers and grabbed his clothes tightly, scolding: "Is the Buddha happy, haven't you seen it?"

He was a little surprised by Ling Miaomiao's fierce reaction. The Wanjiang River ghosts grinned and ate people as soon as they came up, but she was not scared like this.

"Huan ... Rejoice Buddha ..." She slowly recovered, her heartbeat calmed down.

She is not a happy Buddha who has never heard of the Tantricism, but the sculptures are works of art that are free from low-level fun. Unlike the slutty copulation that challenges the limits of the human body, there is no beauty at all. Dizzy physiological resistance.

She now has some pity for Emperor Duanyang, a girl who sees this scene all day in her dream, who can eat and sleep?

"Okay, they are all dummies." Mu Sheng looked at her rare gaffe and patted her stiffly, hoping she would hurry up.

Unexpectedly, her hands were still tightly wrapped around his waist, and the temperature of her body gradually increased, and a fascinating floral fragrance slowly fumigated from her neck.

Mu Sheng is not a gentleman. Because of evil art, his mind is also more fragile than ordinary demon catching. This kind of environment is not a good thing for him. A cold cream immediately formed on his face, "Ling Miao Miao, you let me go . "

"I ... I can't let go ..."

Ling Miaomiao was almost crying.

I do n’t know what kind of gardenia fragrance is evil. After sucking it in, my limbs are like tens of thousands of ants, and they do n’t listen to the call, the heart is hot, and the claws are scratching the heart. Staying sane, not to mention the numbness of the fingertips, the whole person becomes a large dodder flower leaning on the plant ...

The high-risk identity of the person who wears the book should set her a physique that is not bad and does not invade the five poisons. Now it is so tricky to move, what is the matter!

As a qualified sick person, Black Lotus must also have a feeling of cleanliness. Who dares to spoil his name and throw himself on the body, he is not strange to pull the person down and smash the body.

"Ding-high-risk reminder: The character [Mu Sheng] favorability dropped by 1%."

"Ding-high-risk reminder: the character [Mu Sheng] favorability dropped by 2%."

"Ding-high-risk reminder: The character [Mu Sheng] favorability dropped by 4.5%."

"..."

Ling Miaomiao's heart was bleeding.

The next second, Mu Sheng successfully opened her hand and knocked her down, like a terrorist, with her hands cut back against the futon.

The explosive system prompt finally stopped, and Ling Miaomiao responded with tears: "Thank you."

Mu Sheng: "..."

Startled, he let go of his hand.

Miao Miao was so exhausted that she rolled over and lay on the floor in relief.

Mu Sheng looked at her coldly. The girl had a long messy hair on her head, her eyes closed slightly, her long eyelashes twitched gently, and her cheeks were abnormally red.

He hesitated and pushed her: "Hey."

Ling Miaomiao flinched back abruptly, her eyes sparkling, half longing and half begging, and her voice was out of tune: "Don't ... don't touch me."

Teach her to look at it like this, before Mu Sheng touched her fingertips, they were all burned like a fire, and the evil fire rushed.

She posted it up just now, but now it looks like what he wants to do to her.

The night outside the door was deep, and the illusion and the illusion of reality were intertwined, so the girl was lying in the middle of a group of joyous Buddhas with different cheeks ...

As soon as your mind drifts, you have to distract and suppress.

All the way to the present, no one can interfere with him like this ...

Eyes fell on her, Ling Miaomiao was already struggling to sit up, straightened her hair, the white gauze skirt embroidered with Hang Ju reflected the purest moonlight, and her face ... was the most touching charm color.

The violentness in the heart was quickly smoothed out, and instantly became empty and restless.

No way.

There was a vague guess in his mind: if he was not slashing at this time, things would not be controlled by him from now on.

What he will become, he can't predict.

He stood up with his hands propped up, put the demon handle, and the steel ring shone brightly, floating in the air, like a general in the lead.

The life of an ordinary girl is very different from their strange life, and there should be no intersection. He already had ten thousand and ten thousand reasons to leave her.

Leave, now must leave.

He stepped forward and suddenly stretched out a hand, holding the corner of his robe.

Ling Miaomiao struggled between illusion and reality, only remembering that she subconsciously pulled down the sound of going to run. In fact, it was not a fear, but a sequela of being thrown on the street too many times.

The black lotus is indeed cloudy, but compared to the unarmed self in this world, it is a dead gold medal.

Mu Sheng didn't make a sound for a long time, Miao Miao tried her best to open her eyes, just to meet his dark eyes.

Those dark, runny eyes were unsmiling, and seemed to be making a serious decision, with confusion in their seriousness. The eyes covered the wilderness like ice and snow, and there was no life in the whiteness.

She was shocked in her heart, and then slowly released her hand.

After all, she is not Mu Yao, nor is it the only irreplaceable thing in Mu Sheng ’s mind. Even if we talk about laughter again in the last second and share troubles, it ’s just ... but it ’s just ...

forget it.

Withdrawing her hand, she turned her back against Mu Sheng with all her strength and rubbed herself into a ball.

In the book, the section of the hall of illusion of the Buddha Hall, she, Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao are all there. Even if you are thrown here, someone will come to save you if you want to come.

Cold sweat rolled down the forehead, she closed her eyes tightly, thinking, I'm very heavy in acting, and don't ask for people without conscience!

Mu Sheng saw her letting go, and her heart suddenly emptied. An unprecedented sense of irritability suddenly filled her mind. Her mind was confused again, and her steps seemed to stick to the floor.

Ling Miaomiao's five senses were so dull that when he didn't pay attention to turning over, a big slap fell out of his sleeve and crackled on the marble floor.

Mu Sheng stunned and stooped to pick it up.

It is a half-made bamboo dragonfly. The barbs at the slub are finely polished and flat. The wings are half thin and delicate, the edges are as thin as the blades, and the other half is a whole piece of material.

"Mu Sheng."

He stunned, only to see the thick eyelashes on the girl's side, her voice could hardly be heard, "Don't let the water ghost play around in the future, instead of listening to it, it is better to go directly Ask your sister. "

"..."

She lifted her fingers feebly, just like a Lafayette resting on a beauty couch, with a rather contemptuous tone: "When you're done, let's go."

Ling Miaomiao's cold sweat had wet her eyebrows, her abdomen cramped, and Meixiang was in her bones. Her eyes were stained with a bright red color. She barely finished reading the lines of compulsion and fell into infinite darkness in the next second.

Mu Sheng stared at her blankly, stroking his fingers subconsciously along the bamboo dragonfly's rod, and touched a few nicks. Looking at the light, he sculpted two crooked words from top to bottom: " Son-period-", go down, I do not know what it is, and huddled together.

He rubbed his face expressionlessly, recognizing that it was a heart that had been messed up indiscriminately.

It seemed to feel so rude and overly rude to the heart, so I patiently carved a little five-petal flower below.

Plum blossom.

"I will change it for you, and I will return it to you after I've done it-"

When you're done, you will be paid back.

Suddenly, there was a peculiar sharp pain in the chest, just like these scores, the knife and knife were carved on his heart one by one, deep and heavy, and the blood was splattered all the way.

When Ling Miaomiao woke up, she was surprised to find that she was lying on the back of Mu Sheng, and her nose was a scent of plum blossoms floating out of his collar.

The black lotus was embarrassed along the way. Ling Miaomiao, who looks slender and slender, is really not light on his back, pressing him like a mountain, pressing him down to earth with every step of the way.

The silver handle of the demon handle shone, and the road was opened in the front. .

In front of a piece of black pressure, I do not know how many "Happy Buddha" blocked the road. The blood of monsters on the ground converged into a stream, and he walked past the muddy corpses, as if walking deep and shallow in the snowfield.

Ling Miao Miao Tian Ling was in pain, and after a long delay, she felt like she was turning back to God, and she noticed that there was a round bead in her mouth, and she couldn't smell the rich floral fragrance.

what is this?

A buzz in the ear: "System prompt: Item [Bamboo Dragonfly] has been used. The prompt is complete."

Ling Miaomiao was stunned, and the heartache felt like a twist: Why was the spicy chicken system used before it was finished?

Xingshan Temple is no longer Xingshan Temple. The long Yongdao Li ghosts lie on both sides, making a ridiculous laughter, and the Mud Bodhisattva is angry at the eyebrows.

Mu Sheng's face moved, his long eyelashes drooped, and he looked sideways at Ling Miaomiao's face.

She immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be dizzy.

Mu Sheng's patience was exhausted to the utmost. Since the **** the back was unconscious, he didn't need to worry about anything.

The charm of the left hand is lined up, suspended in the air, biting the index finger of the right hand, first gently on Miao Miao's lips, and then using the finger stained with bright red blood as a pen, from the right to the left, quickly write over.

Miao Miao made him sip blood and accidentally eat it a bit, his tongue was suddenly full of sweetness with a strange fragrance.

God, some people's blood is sweet ...

Those water ghosts want blood, won't they treat Mu Sheng's blood as honey ...

Thinking indiscriminately, subconsciously wanting to stick out his tongue to lick, Mu Sheng suddenly turned back and said fiercely: "Don't eat."

The voice was not over, the blood words had crossed a dozen sheets of yellow paper, the strokes were fierce, the fingers left, and the charms shook a few times, like scattered cards, and flew suddenly in all directions.

At that time, the violent wind screamed, and the huge Xingshan Temple, like a paper house blown by the wind, swelled the wind. The doors and windows shook violently, as if they were about to burst in the next second, the huge Buddha image hummed, and the candlestick and incense burner on the tribute table rolled down to the ground.

The red light burst suddenly, with the sound of the body exploding and tearing, and countless mute and sharp voices came and went, like hundreds of people struggling to shake the old shelf bed that was falling apart, which made people tremble.

The two's hair and sleeves were blown by the violent wind, floating in the air.

Ling Miaomiao's calf trembles, closing his eyes, he can only hear the wind whispering in his ears.

The memory seemed to return to the day on the Wanjiang ship. The boy floated in the air, his sleeves stretched like butterfly wings, the room was full of red light, his eyes were sore, and even the sound of the wind seemed to kill the knife.

Reverse character.

She did not look at Mu Sheng's face and knew that he had misrepresented Xiemen again.