Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Sister, let me see your hand."

To Mu Sheng's pair of moist eyes, which were almost shining with water, no one could refuse the pitiful expression. Mu Yao's slender hand was pulled out of his sleeve and was reluctantly handed to his brother.

Mu Sheng cautiously blew the few scratches, so she would pull her to sit and sit down, "I help my sister take medicine ..."

"No need." Mu Yao withdrew his hands in tears. "It's all skin trauma, where is so squeamish."

Mu Yao wore an undecorated moon white jacket, with a beautiful collarbone on the taro purple tube top. Her hair hung down a strand or two, and her face was still embarrassed. The night wind moved the corner of her skirt, she lowered her eyebrows, the tears and moles in her eyes were charming and moving.

It was just that she missed Liu Fuyi's injury, and she came out less than a quarter of an hour.

She had some doubts about the coercive force when Mu Sheng came out, but looking at him as a familiar puppy, she is the brother she knows best, even if you think about it.

As for the strong breath in him, most of the reason was that there was too much blood on the clothes.

Mu Sheng looked at her without blinking, muttering: "Liu Gongzi only looked after Emperor Ji, not his sister, and I won't leave Sister next time."

"Say what child's words." Mu Yao only felt amused, and a bit of sadness appeared when she smiled and smiled. "We are entrusted by Princess Zhao, of course, we must take care of your highness. If you can't protect your highness, ask us to catch demon what?"

She looked back at Mu Sheng's face, somewhat relieved and disappointed.

Mu Sheng has raised her head. Although she has no blood relationship, she has a good appearance not to lose to Mu's family. She also has a talent for catching monsters that is as outstanding as her.

But for so many years, his brother did not seem to have grown up, or the boy who stood by the door of her room and waited for her to come back, and a story changed his smile.

Now that Mu Family has fallen, the heavy burden falls on her, and the road ahead is vast. Mu Sheng only depends on her. How arrogant, she can't share with her a little bit of star ... A little bit of loneliness appears in her heart.

When a girl is lonely and helpless, she will miss people she usually depends on.

She especially misses Liu Fuyi at this moment, and misses his warm embrace and gentle unwinding, which is enough to support her.

The anger that used to bet against him for trivial matters seems to have become less important.

This illusion is exactly the dream that Emperor Duanyang repeated many times-the journey from the new temple to the old temple. The stars are dazzling, and autumn insects are as good as the real world. The night breeze is slightly cool, and the sleeves and corners are rolled up, blowing away all the heat from people's hearts.

Mu Sheng stood shoulder to shoulder with his sister, a calm expression on his face, but his heart was like a mess, but his mind kept thinking of the words Ling Miaomiao asked him: "Rather than listening to it, it ’s better to ask your sister . "

Will Sister really know?

Even if she knew, would she really tell him the truth that everyone tried to cover up?

In the past few decades, it has never been like this day, full of confusion and confusion that even he can't eliminate. If all this is just the illusion of harmony, he reaches out and bursts, and the dream wakes up, what should I do?

He looked at Mu Yao's silent profile and realized in her heart that she actually had something to ask him, but she was now worried about Liu Fuyi and could not care about him for the time being.

There was a self-deprecating smile in the corner of the mouth.

The two stood close together in the wind, but each thought was out of reach.

Emperor Duanyang is like a hen protecting her cubs.

Where Miao Miao went, Duan Yang stared at her wherever she was, staring at Miao Miao with a burning heart: "His Royal Highness, you ... you always watch what I do?"

Duan Yang sat leaning under the tree and wore Liu Fuyi's robe on his shoulder. Liu Fuyi forced her to lie unconsciously on her lap. She refused to move even if her leg was numbed.

Ling Miaomiao talked to her: "How about Brother Liu?"

"Don't." Duan Yang hugged Liu Fuyi, his face showed a vigilant arrogance. "Brother Liu took the medicine and just fell asleep, don't disturb him."

Miao Miao looked sympathetically at Duan Yang ’s lap with twisted legs, and she was gently patted by Liu Fuyi from time to time. She thought, who is bothering him?

But she did not speak ironically, but just sincerely said: "His Royal Highness, Brother Liu once saved me--"

"What's so great, he is also my life-saving benefactor." Duan Yang's chin lifted high, with the pride and indisputability of the decent girl, "He has saved me three times."

Her expression softened, thinking of the moment he was injured by the monster, she also put on a pale face and gently calmed her: "Your Highness, don't be afraid."

She will cry when her nose is sore, but she thinks she ca n’t cry. She is the most dignified emperor of China. She is rich in the world, and she sits in the Baichuan. Now Brother Liu is injured, and she will protect her in the future. He was injured again, not at all.

Ling Miaomiao saw tears in her eyes, and wiped her face for a long time, changing her face to a firm look. For a time, her dreams were not disturbed, and she had to walk in the direction of another big tree not far away.

Before leaving, he glanced pitifully at Liu Fuyi's neck, and said quietly in his heart: "Sorry Brother Liu, I couldn't save you from the fire ..."

Qingtong bark is smooth and leafy, and it is a beautiful and beautiful tree. Ling Miaomiao took off the outer skirt and covered it, leaning on the tree under the tree.

No matter how long the long night is, tonight is a good time to rest.

"Fight him--"

"kill him!"

At the back of the streets, narrow and dark, fallen leaves and stagnant water are rotting here. The drunkards in the morning will be left unattended by here. All the pickling things happen in the streets without people.

Four or five children made a circle, held one of them in the middle, punched and kicked, the little white figure was like a dying fish, desperately flicking his tail, struggling, really made him make a gap in the circle, Even rushed out rushing out.

The boy's hair was shoulder-to-shoulder, not like other children's hair, but the black and smooth hair was draped on the shoulder, if the snow was floating, the eyes were like stars, at first glance, like a little Stunning beautiful girl.

A few people behind them chased their legs immediately.

This immediately revealed the gap. The children who were beaten were eight or nine years old. They were strong and strong. The children who were beaten were up to seven years old. They were undersized and their arms were thin. Their feet were shorter than them. After running two steps, he was easily thrown down by the chaser.

He lay on the ground, gasping for breath, eyes like black grapes, reflecting the gorgeous sky at dusk.

He began to look at the burning clouds in the sky, looking very attentive.

"Will you speak?"

"Is it really dumb?"

The leading child kicked his leg. He looked up and squeezed his mouth tightly, with no emotion in his eyes.

"It's a freak, and ignores people!" Several people whispered and looked at each other, "Beat him!"

The rain-like fist fell, and he stretched out his arm to block his face, and the sleeve of his elbow quickly split open.

"What are you doing?"

With a duck voice, the children stopped and their eyes burst into surprise: "Brother?"

The child king in the alley is 13 years old this year. He is the tallest and the most massive. He is the first to enter the ranks of young people. The stubble appears on his chin, and his voice becomes like a duck. He wore a tattered silk vest and hunched his back. The stick in his hand knocked on the ground, making a sound of "tuk" and "tuk".

The child on the ground didn't look at him. He sat up and walked away with his arms and legs, and there was no expression on his delicate face.

"Am I letting you go?"

The little white figure was unheard of, making him mad, striding over a few steps, reaching for him, and bringing him back to the ground.

The child looked up at him coldly, his eyes like a black grape, his eyes gleamed like autumn water, his eyelashes were long and his eyes were charming.

His throat twitched sharply, and the most beautiful tofu Xishi in the streets and alleys didn't have such eye-catching eyes.

At this age, he knew the world well, he did n’t learn the good, and the bad learned a clean one. He seemed to have cat paws scratching in his heart, impetuous, looked at the little face, looked back, and smiled back: "Boys, grandpa Give you a good performance. "

After all, his expression changed: "Give me hold him!"

The child looked at each face with a different look, and the expression on his face finally changed slightly, slowly appearing in a panic look.

Don't ... don't ...

The face in front of me was closer and closer, with straight eyes,

He had seen similar eyes and probably knew what it meant.

He shook his head desperately, as his heart beat faster, as if something was slowly breaking ...

"Brother, what are you doing so close to him?" A child asked suspiciously.

The child king's fingers squeezed his snowy lower jaw fiercely, deliberately leaving two colorful fingerprints on it, and said with a smile: "You don't understand it-this is called fooling."

"Oh!" The children roared inexplicably.

Suddenly, the boy struggled violently, just like the last struggle before the dead net broke, and he stepped on the face of the child who pressed the foot.

"Reverse him!" A slap in his face, bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Other children rushed up and pressed him to the ground.

Those black eyes looked desperately closer and closer to the face. The eyelashes fluttered twice and closed their eyes.

do not touch me.

Don't force me.

Suddenly the red light burst out, the blood red and the warm yellow dusk overlapped, the child's shoulder-length hair grew up suddenly, and it reached the waist in an instant.

Every inch of black hair stretched, the wind increased by one layer, almost all the dead leaves of the tree were swept down, and the broken bricks at the entrance of the street fell to the ground, and the rubble splashed, only to be cut off. The screams are not human-like.

He was bathed in a strong red light around him for a long time, and his eyes were blank for a long time. Several people were lying on the ground, and it was clearly those children who were holding him. Took a breath.

The boy watched quietly, too late to react.

It wasn't until the long hair fluttered in the wind and landed on his shoulders that he reached out and touched. Then he panicked, took two steps backwards, turned and stumbled out of the alley.

——Hair grows long and grows so suddenly.

——The mother will be angry.

On the old wooden staircase, floating flowers were slammed all over the way. Someone fell off the fan, and the screams were screaming one after another in the fierce and charming fat powder group: "What--"

With such deep and confused fear, he ran to the second floor without looking back.

Someone in the back was holding a fan and jumped angrily: "Reverse him. Where is this place? Stop him!"

No one can stop him.

The tent was put down, the room was sweet and aphrodisiac, and the room was so dark that there was almost no sunlight. He stood there staring blankly, looking at the familiar bed.

Until the tent was swayed by wind, he saw her being pressed underneath, with hair sticking on her forehead, a red apron hanging on her neck, and bare skin white, like the last dirty snow melted in the New Year.

He used to want to make a snowman with enthusiasm, but before he could hold it in his hand, the snow had turned into transparent mud.

Suddenly not.

"mother."

Such disfigured eyes, it must not be her, or the one who combed his hair with a smile in front of the mirror.

"After the sun sets, don't come back anyway."

The man held up his hands with green muscles, picked up the teacup on the bedside table, and threw it away, accompanied by a loud scolding.

The fine bone china was smashed into his forehead, and the warm liquid ran down his cheeks, and a little dark red covered his vision.

The tent was constantly lifted by the wind, and every time he knelt on the spot and looked quietly at her eyes.

She finally left with tears, so dirty tears, meandering her flawless and beautiful face, like a trace of unbreakable cracks.

"Xiao Sheng'er, who made you come back?"