Black Lotus Tactics Manual

When Mu Sheng returned, the two Qingtong trees were already full of people.

Emperor Duanyang held Liu Fuyi and really stared at the eyes with dark circles, guarding him with love. When I saw him, the drowsiness in my eyes instantly became awake, and his face was all written, "Don't do anything to my brother Liu!"

Mu Sheng was too lazy to take care of her, and turned towards another Qingtong tree. There was a girl curled up under the tree, and the outer clothes on her body fell asleep, but you don't know.

He froze and saw that Ling Miaomiao's brows were tightly curled, and he didn't know what dream he was doing, obviously he was sleeping unsteadily.

At night, the temperature is extremely low, and it is not suitable for sleeping. Like these delicate flowers that have never experienced wind and frost, sleeping like this is likely to fall ill.

Ling Miaomiao ... He frowned, saying that he should not follow him in a hurry, this man actually ignored him.

A road idiot, I wondered how miraculously went the wrong way to find them.

In the wilderness, fall asleep ...

Mu Yao has been walking lightly to Liu Fuyi's side, I don't know what to negotiate with Duan Yang.

Mu Sheng looked at her sister's affectionately taking a veil to wipe her face for Liu Fuyi, with no expression on her face.

He picked up the outer skirt on the ground, put it back on Ling Miaomiao, and piled up a few firewood not far away, and started a fire.

The girl ’s tears drowned, and she did n’t know what kind of sad thing she dreamed about: "Mother ..."

Mu sound stunned.

In the impression, Taicang only saw the county guard, but did not see the county guard's wife. The county guard had no continuous strings for many years, and his home was deserted.

Ling Miaomiao, such a person with no heart and no heart, does not have the care of his mother.

He suddenly felt a sense of sympathy, and the expression between his brows softened, as if in this quiet night, even the loneliness in his heart could be shared.

"mother……"

"Don't call me mother!" A stick was drawn on the thin butterfly bone of the boy, and a fuchsia mark was printed on the back. ? "

The eyes contain the misty waters of West Lake, and the rouge on the lips is the beautiful sunset in the sky.

It was her, the glamorous one, who glared at him deadly and bitterly: "Where are you going tomorrow, remember?"

Swallowing all the tears back to his throat, he nodded.

"Good boy." She rubbed his head with sharp hatred in her eyes. "That man is an enemy of our family. He killed him so that he will never be born forever, so we can have a way."

She smiled hoarsely, her expression dignified for a moment, but she burst into tears, hugged him, and warmed her tears into his collar. Love you the same— "

His dark grape-like eyes reflected the bonfire in the hospital, and the burnt black paper money wreckage was like a few black-winged butterflies.

The boy's black hair fell on his shoulders.

His eyes were just confused, and at the end, he felt a layer of hatred.

Yes, kill him, kill her enemies, but he will do it for her whenever she wants to do it, and he will not leave anyone who makes her sad.

I remember the day when I left Wufang Town, it was very cold.

Her tears fell from the stars to the sky, one after another, falling with the rain. Her face was so pale, there was no hint of temperature in her palm.

His knees were soaking in the puddles, he had no consciousness, staring at her kneeling like a clay figure, and began to count her eyelashes, one, two, three ...

She shook a little, her lips pale scary, he was startled, and forgot to count them.

In that heavy downpour, the face of the stone lion on the bridge head was hidden in the white mist, the door creaked and slitted, and the people inside carried a thick garnet red skirt and supported the umbrella diagonally:

"Rong Niang, it doesn't matter if you kneel. I gave you face, but what kind of guest are you offending?"

The sharp gaze fell on him, and there was a moist complaint in his voice, "I told you a long time ago, it is a scourge to keep him, you just don't listen ..."

She lifted her head, and the rain hit her clean forehead. Her delicate skin like white porcelain was washed by the rain, and all the common rouge gouache was washed away.

Such an ethereal beauty is a feather above nine days, without falling behind.

"But ... but we have nowhere else to go ..." She smiled sadly and lifted her head to face the rain, like countless times before, bathing in a bamboo scoop with hot water containing petals, "Xiao Sheng'er is My child is my baby. "

"Alas." The man sighed, staring at his shoulder-length hair, with a sullen gaze, "You know what the price of the moon-shearing shear is, why do you destroy your future ..."

"My life has long been ruined." She stared at the vermilion door and looked carefully at the peeling paint on it. "But Xiaosheng'er, he can't become a monster."

Her hair slipped and she turned to her face, and in surprise, she found another pair of chestnut double pupils in her dark eyes.

Ling Miaomiao awakened violently, her body was covered with the outer skirt safely and steadily, the bonfire in front of her was burning fiercely, and a slight crackling sound was made.

She stared at the throbbing tongue for a long time before reaching out to touch her face afterwards, and touched the cold tears in her hands.

On the back of the Qingtong tree, Mu Sheng sat and leaned against the trunk to take a nap.

Over the years, he almost never really fell asleep. Although he closed his eyes, he was always on the alert, and a short rest was enough to support him to move on.

But in this dense forest, everything is sleeping peacefully, and Sister A is all well, right at your fingertips. On the back of the same tree, there is a warm fire, and there is a dark, humming Ling Miaomiao sleeping.

He actually fell into a long-lost sleep in her humming dreams.

Bright sunlight spilled in from the window and cast on the dark green tent. The tent was very thin, filtering the layers of light. Everything was softened and blurred by the warm sunlight. There were small brass bells hanging at the four corners of the tent, and as soon as the person above turned over, they would make a clear sound.

There was a girl lying on the bed, her bare legs were raised, her toes were small and exquisite, and she was as crystal as jade, her legs flicked.

He walked into the room, and the girl didn't notice it. She placed a thin book in front of her, resting her hands on her bed with her hands on her back. She read the book seriously and laughed for a while. The bell shook even harder.

When he approached, he realized that the girl only wore a crimson apron all over her body. The apron only tied a thin thread on the bare back and loosely tied a knot.

This bright red line is lining the white skin, and it is close to the eyes. Her hair was undone, spreading on the bed at random, from the raised butterfly bones, to the concave waistline, to the undulating buttocks, like a stroke, smooth and extremely smooth.

From the back view, he recognized it a little dull, it was Ling Miaomiao, Ling Miaomiao he had never seen before.

But in his dream, he walked forward so naturally, picked up the words in front of her, and dropped them on the floor in the distance.

The girl raised her head and her face was sullen: "I'm watching, what are you doing with my book?"

His face was very close to her, and he smiled innocently: "It's too dark, it hurts his eyes."

"Nonsense." The girl twisted her eyebrows. "Hurry and bring it to me."

He just kept in front of him, Hu Huotang: "I don't."

"... you can."

She gritted her teeth and slammed her hands, so she had to climb up and pick it up. Unexpectedly, he let him reach for a hook deliberately, and the thin layer of cloth fell.

She was shocked, and had to be buried in his arms with a sudden thunder, covering the scenery.

The bell in the corner of the bed kept ringing.

"Why don't you shame ..." she scolded fiercely, twisting a few around his waist and patting his back hard.

He didn't take it seriously. His hands touched her waistline so naturally that he clasped her tightly, as if he was skilled to repeat it thousands of times.

His hand coincided with that of the dreamer, and fell on the warm skin, rubbing along her waist, just like the baby's first jerky touch of the Enlightenment toy. The sum of strokes turned out to be such a taste.

Mu Sheng stood up violently, his cheeks reddened slightly, even the auricles were flushed, and the confusion in his eyes gradually turned into a monstrous anger.

Why is she and how is she.

Only one sentence left and back.

Peaceful and lazy dreams, like the illusion of the sea of ​​poppies, induce the sinking of the wandering wanderers, which is the tranquility he has never experienced in his life.

He never dreamed of his sister, but let her fall asleep first.

Sister ... That's absolutely not right, not suitable from head to toe. Sister Ain can't blaspheme, but she can't touch it, and the tossing and turning thoughts feel far and strange.

It seems that this vacancy of Baimeiqianjiao will anger and smile at him, and the person who is intimate with him and sinking together can only be Ling Miaomiao rolling in the red dust.

He turned back stiffly, Ling Miaomiao still sleeping peacefully on the fallen leaves, the clothes on her body slipped again, and the dew wet the thin silk upper, revealing her pale shoulders loomingly.

He threw the clothes back to her, standing stiffly, clenching his fists.

Heart Road, presumably still influenced by Mei Xiang, will be so special.

He walked deep into the forest, and the dead leaves under his feet whispered the bones and bones. The boy walked all the way to the stream, listening to the sound of the sound of the stream hitting the stone.

He stepped into the stream and sat down blankly, half of his body immersed in the cold stream.

When Ling Miaomiao woke up for the second time, she was frozen to wake up. The sky is still dark, and it takes a lot of effort to get used to the night in the illusion, especially when the temperature drops suddenly after falling asleep, and the wet and cold environment makes the cold soak into the bones.

"System prompt: The extra reward [Image Catalysis] is used, please work harder. The prompt is finished."

Image catalysis?

Miao Miao was confused, and she tilted her head for a long while, she said to her heart, is that dream just the image catalysis?

The dream was filled with the endless smoke and rain of the Fangcheng City. The fine rain filaments became the white mist that enveloped the whole city. Closing his eyes, the fierce grief came to my heart.

Well, after all, learn more about the black lotus, just use it.

Her heart was particularly soft at night. She reached into her sleeves and pinched a pile of rune paper. She felt relieved and settled her mind. When she saw the water ghost next time, she must take the lead and take the lead for Mu Sheng The stuff is gone.

Now, she knows more estimates than water ghosts, and she will never ask the black lotus for sweet blood.

On the other side, Emperor Duanyang who had spent most of her life finally couldn't hold her eyes closed and fell into a strange dream. Her hand was still on Liu Fuyi, maintaining a posture of holding a doll. She didn't see it at all. Beside her, the shadow of lacquered black was condensed and formed. She smiled and passed Mu Yao, who had fallen asleep, and walked to Ling Miaomiao.

Miao Miao felt dark in front of her eyes, and when she looked up again, she stared at the black silhouette.

Ling Miaomiao: "..."

The man neither attacked her nor talked to her, but just stood blank for a moment, then turned and walked into the jungle step by step.

"The system prompts: Task 1, two-quarter progress task starts, please prepare the host."