Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Mu Yao was settled under the Qingtong tree, covered with Liu Fuyi's clothes, and her eyes closed tightly.

The light of the re-ignited fire on the side should touch Liu Fuyi's gentle face. His hands patted her gently to see that she was sleeping soundly, and then raised her head with anxiety in her face.

The ghost ghost paper on the tree trunk disappeared even with Emperor Duanyang and Ling Miaomiao disappeared.

In the past few days, they only rely on a little dry food and streams in the illusion. At this time, it is a very dangerous thing to lose their teammates. If they are not found in time, the consequences will be disastrous.

He stood up and looked around within the range where Mu Yao could be seen. Under a cluster of tall grass, he found Emperor Duanyang who was sleeping with his knees in his arms.

"Your Highness ..." He lightly touched Duan Yang's shoulder. She was like a startled bird. She jumped up almost immediately. After seeing his face, she became weak. With full of grievances and panic, she plunged into him In her arms, she burst into tears: "Brother Liu, you are finally back ..."

Mu Sheng hurried back all the way, approaching Qingtong Tree, he slowed down and walked into the jungle first.

The eternal night is irritating, and the big and round moon is like a piece of paper cut out, cold and clear, without any anger.

The stream was ringing, ding ding dong, like the singing of a young girl, the fallen leaves crumpled and crumpled under his feet, he walked faster and faster, without intentionally hiding the footsteps.

The bird on the branch was frightened and flew away from the branch. The stream was empty, and only the stream reflecting the moonlight was washing away the mossy boulders.

Didn't you let her wait here?

He bowed his head, and a small pool of solidified blood on the ground had turned black, hiding between mottled dead leaves.

He stared at the blood stains, standing stiffly for a moment, and turned back quickly.

As soon as he arrived, he saw a pair of men and women cuddling together. Under the distant tree, Mu Yao, who was pale, lay alone.

"Sister?"

Mu Yao was lying next to the fire, a layer of frost had formed on her eyelashes, and her breathing was steady. He squatted and looked down at her sleeping face, as if someone stretched out his cold hand to give him a sigh of relief, and his heart settled down.

It was only a moment, and soon became disturbed.

Eyes circled around, and no familiar figures were seen.

This kind of confusion almost immediately turned into uncontrollable hostility. He took a few steps to pull Liu Fuyi away, looked at him again, and turned to Emperor Duanyang who was crying with pear flowers and rain. The tone was cold: "Liu Son, now is not the time to hug beauty. "

Liu Fuyi frowned: "A Sheng, you misunderstood, I ..."

His words came to a halt, because he found Mu Sheng gazing at him upwards, which was a very strange eyes, full of hostility and full of hostility: "Why are you hurting wonderfully?"

"Miao Miao? Have you seen her?" Liu Fuyi froze for a long time, and it took a long time to smooth the meaning of this sentence, his face was shocked, "You said I ..."

Mu Sheng stared at him motionlessly, his eyes full of oppression, his lips lightly opened: "Isn't that dagger yours?"

Liu Fuyi watched him thinking for a long time before he realized which one the "dagger" was referring to, and then recalled that he seemed to have handed the dagger to Emperor Duanyang when he was saving people, and has never recovered it since.

He looked subconsciously at Duan Yang beside him, and saw exactly her panic face.

"..." Mu Sheng followed Liu Fuyi's gaze and turned to look at her. The look made Duan Yang shudder and couldn't help but step back.

Mu Sheng's eyes sank into a dangerous black. Princess Tianjia is used to being arrogant and arrogant. She wants to take everything she wants, but Ling Miaomiao likes the same person as her, and it is better to have Mu Yao with her skills. She naturally wants to bully, then how to bully ...

"You stabbed?"

"I ... I didn't mean it ..." She was incoherent in a panic.

Liu Fuyi watched the two of them see the sword light, and the other was so pale that she was scared, and she was a little anxious. "What's going on? What happened to Miaomiao?"

Duan Yang was trembling, his legs were soft, and he did n’t dare to look directly at the dark eyes of Mu Mu. He had to look at Liu Fuyi, and his tone was full of regret: "I ... I played with her, I did n’t want to hurt her, just If you want to scare her, who knows she ran into it, just ... "

Liu Fuyi felt a breeze blowing across his cheeks, and before he could react, Mu Sheng stretched out a hand and pinched to Duan Yang's neck, almost strangling her and moved a few steps in a moment, hitting her hard. On the tree, those watery eyes gazed at her without wave: "What about people?"

Duan Yang's eyes widened, her face flushed with congestion immediately, she opened her mouth, but failed to make a sound.

Liu Fuyi realized that the sound in front of him actually turned out to be sincere. If he didn't do it again, the young man would really kill Emperor Duanyang in the next second.

"Ah!" He almost rushed over to pull him away, shouting at him a little gaily: "Are you crazy?"

He was shocked with cold sweat.

Mu Yao, the younger brother, has always been good-natured in front of her sister, and is a little strange to others. He knows it. He also knows that he is quite tempered and cannot be anxious. But he never imagined that he would suddenly do such an outrageous thing. It happened too quickly and too fast. Until this moment, he still felt a little unreal, like a dream.

Duan Yang paralyzed sitting on the ground, shaking in a ball, covering his neck in fright, coughing dullly.

From small to large, nourish and favor, let alone being pinched by the neck, whoever dares to say a word to her aloud, will be dragged down and killed. Even those terrible nightmares didn't make her feel the breath of death so close as she did just now.

Mu Sheng flicked Liu Fuyi's hand down, seemingly trying to control himself, and gave him a cold look: "What am I doing, I'm asking."

Liu Fuyi finally felt that he needed to discipline Mu Yao for his younger brother. He almost stared at him and murmured, "Are you asking this question!"

"Mr. Liu—" Mu Sheng looked at him, his mouth ticked, full of ridicule, and there was no hint of introspection in his eyes. In turn, Xingshi asked the crime, "You were inseparable from Ling Miaomiao, and now she can't stand her , How do I ask questions? "

"you……"

Mu Sheng has turned around and leaned down, looking at the trembling Emperor Duanyang, the smile on the corner of his mouth closed: "What about Ling Miaoren?"

Duan Yang's tears fell straight down, his eyelashes shaking vigorously, and he restrained his sobbing: "Beside ... beside the thick grass, I met ... I saw a ghost, who was originally called, it was me, no Thinking of her, she went for me, for me, and took a red sedan chair, and went to and there. "

It's a sedan again! Liu Fuyi was stunned for a moment, and his infinite worries came to mind.

Mu Sheng listened, his dark eyes rolled slightly, and the girl's pale face, a limping figure emerged uncontrollably in her mind, and the sweat on her forehead wet her eyebrows.

... be smart.

With so much blood flowing, it must have been so deep that it could not go, let alone run out from Tao Ying. In this way, dare not to be self-disciplined and stand up for others?

Knowing that her life is safe, but what about things other than life?

With a slight pressure on the brow, the figure flashed away, and the black clothes corner was like a typhoon in transit.

Suddenly I noticed Liu Fuyi followed, a flash of anger flickered in my eyes, and a spark exploded without mercy, and shouted, "Give me back to look at Sister, if she is in trouble, I am only asking!"

The spark almost exploded on Liu Fuyi's face. He was caught off guard and had to step back a few steps to avoid it. When the clouds disappeared, the mu sound had already disappeared.

He stood there in amazement, thinking that A Sheng was crazy tonight.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Ling Miaomiao struggled hard, not struggling with that black body, and a sweat came out of her back. "This palace ... This palace only saw this, this holy boy, you can Ca n’t let me know him first- "

She even wondered if the poor Holy Boy could bear her weight, would it break into **** as soon as it hit the coke?

But after all, it is human flesh tissue fiber, not carbon ... She thought that the smell of burning nose was more obvious, the stomach churned immediately, dizzy, and could not bear to vomit on the body.

"Master Tao Ying has no news over there, will it be an accident?" A little devil asked timidly, "he said that he would come to see the ceremony."

The old man's face sullenly gloomed, turned to stare at Ling Miaomiao who was struggling desperately, and his tone was also haggard: "Not happy yet?"

"Goddess, offended." The little devil smiled gently in her ear, grabbed the handle of the dagger protruding from her thigh, and snapped it down.

"Wow--" A violent increase in pain made her knees soft and sat directly on both sides of the coke, arching her back with pain.

Isn't this pain relief mode really noisy? Why is it still so painful ... Or, if this mode of relief is not turned on, she would have passed out without anesthesia?

In the eyes of Venus, someone pressed her head, and the darker face in front of him was closer and closer, staring at her coldly, besides the burnt smell, there was also a rotten smell of hundreds of thousands of times-

"Don't ..." Miao Miao gritted her head and snarled in her heart: System, System, Bodyguard Blue Flame, please open it to me!

Nothing happened. She had already felt the cold touch of sweat dripping down her ears. Her ears were full of cheering cheers of the enthusiastic cheers, and they were all messing up like it was not in a round room at the moment, but in a holding Games.

... bear boy, don't learn well ...

"Tear ---" Suddenly, her back was cold, and her clothes were torn open, revealing a clean back uncovered under a short blaze, and a wave of cheering jumped.

"Tear--" is another piece ...

Ling Miaomiao was stunned. How could she remember this story of tearing clothes happened to Mu Yao ...

Why should she go through such a plot? !

There was a scream in my ear.

This sound is made when the winter cold in the north blows through the aluminum alloy window and squeezes out of the gap like a knife.

Ling Miaomiao made the sound tingle with tinnitus and frowned.

The hilarious cheer suddenly rose a few octaves, and it suddenly seemed to turn into a scream, screaming across her ears, piercing her eardrums, and another tinnitus ... She felt the shackles holding her arms tight Involuntarily rolled sideways, hurriedly away from the body of "Holy Child", and kicked him in a panic.

"Holy Child" was stronger than expected, but it was not broken into scum, but was twisted by her pedals, and bounced back, looking at her coldly.

Damn, it's terrible ... she closed her eyes and rolled to the side again, this time pressing something warm. The thing caught up and hugged her up.

Whose hand seemed to inadvertently cling to the bright belly under her torn clothes caused her to have goose bumps and began to scream and kick: "Let go!"

The man was swung left and right by her, so she had to squat down and throw her back to the ground: "Don't shout, shut up!"

The voice was particularly clear and echoed in the hall.

Only then did she realize that there was silence in her ears, as if the noisy and noisy shouts of the ghosts before were a nightmare, and this is the silent hour when the nightmare is awake.

She looked up and saw a pair of familiar black eyes.