Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Miss Ling, what are you crying for?"

Miao Miao smiled "chatteredly", but her eyes were like out-of-control faucets, and she was still desperately crying under the action of the system. She tried to bend a huge smile, crying and laughing, and looked at him with tears.

Mu Sheng froze, staring down at her, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Woo ... so touching ..." She simply covered her eyes and let the tears flood.

The smile on Mu Sheng's face stiffened. Through the fingers, Miao Miao clearly saw his expression.

Those black runny eyes looked at her, and they all read "Sick mind".

Mu Sheng stood still, waiting for her to put her hand down. He squatted slowly, and a handsome face approached her, so close that he could see his upturned eyelashes: "Touching?"

"Um ..." Miao Miao nodded her head twice, and cast an envious look at the two on the bed facing each other. "If I am as lucky as Sister Mu and I can have a lover like Brother Liu, then I'm too happy. Now ... when will I meet a good person, oh, ooh ... "

The teardrops slipped through the fingers, and Ling Miaomiao secretly observed him with his eyes soaked in water.

Mu suspicion. At this point, instead of covering up his suspicions, it would be better to break the jar and show it all.

It's just that she was talking and talking, but instead brought out some real feelings.

Thinking of her Ling Miaomiao in the real world, a girl in the flower season, fresh like the green fruit hanging from the tree, grows up to the age of twenty or no one wants to be chosen by the system to match the devil, how sad!

Mu Sheng frowned slightly because the praised Liu Fuyi touched his counter scale.

But the cold murderous intention in his eyes was dispersed by the wind, and gradually transformed into a narrow smile.

He slowly extended his fingers and deliberately touched the delicate lips.

soft. Cold.

Miao Miao seemed to be stiff as if she had been fixed, only to feel that his cold fingertips started from the corner of her lower lip, outlined along the shape of the lip, and finally stopped on the lip beads. Ambiguous little interest between.

Ling Miaomiao stood upright, thinking of the gesture before killing the corpse.

"What's Miss Ling shaking?"

He raised his eyes innocently, and raised his hands to show her a bright red touch on her fingertips, "Your rouge is painted outside. It seems like you just ate a child."

After all, he showed a smile, like a bright and naughty teenager joking with her.

Ling Miaomiao's face flushed instantly.

Damn Liu Fuyi, watching her ugly for several hours, don't you know to remind her?

Teasing her enough voice to stand up, and gave the protagonist Yuanyang a meaningful look, turned and left, and his hair jumped with youth.

The first confrontation with Black Lotus, Miao Miao has sweaty back.

The ultimate goal is to attack him?

Forget it, can live a day count.

Since Ling Miaomiao walked through, her every move would easily cause the girls to watch.

Taicang County is a land of fish and rice. The rice grains produced are full and distinct. The treatment of Miss Taicang County is really generous. The crystal-clear polished rice is steamed softly and moderately. It is also sprinkled with sesame seeds and ground peanuts.

Not to mention the dishes. Ling Yu was only 16 years old and had his own cook. He made four dishes and one soup for a meal, and the dim sum cakes were made in a variety of ways. The sweet and sour fish uses the freshest seabass meat and tender; the Longjing shrimps are even more wonderful. The Longjing tea before and after the Qingming smells fragrant.

Miao Miao had a great appetite, and the rice bowl in front of her quickly came to the bottom, exposing a delicate red plum on the delicate porcelain bottom.

She pushed the bowl, and strangely found that the two big ladies next to them stared blankly at her.

Miao Miao: "Why do you see me? Tim!"

Lady Ma took over her small round porcelain bowl, and Xizizi bit her ears with Lady Ma: "Miss appetite is good? Isn't she worried about just eating a meal or two?"

Ling Miaomiao's ears were sharp, and her face instantly changed: "Just kidding, how can you eat enough for a meal or two?"

One or two meals, which is half a tablespoon of the aunt in the cafeteria.

Ling Miaomiao finally knows why Ling Yu is so thin. At noon, he can't even eat a meal or two. If this goes on, can he not cultivate a fairy?

When the relationship between the male and female protagonists is not relevant, the system will pretend to be dead in the corner, open one eye and close the other, and act with her.

This makes her quite satisfied. Every day, the task is exhausted. If you ca n’t even eat enough, you ca n’t live.

She attracted a clever maid, and placed her arm on her shoulder intimately: "Which ... steamed rice in the kitchen, did you all use that ..." She pondered the words and gestured, "A basin?"

The maid froze for a moment, then followed the gesture, "It seems that there is ... a pot."

The master and servant stared at each other for a few seconds, and Ling Miaomiao smiled happily: "That's good, next time you eat, you bring me that pot and put it on the table. It's convenient for me to add meals, and it seems that I am at ease.

Maid Armor: "..."

The girls of Miss Shoushou found that some subtle changes had taken place in their own girls.

The former lady was gloomy and gloomy, self-pity and self-injury, she ate less, and slept unsteadily, and spoke pitifully. His temper is uncertain and he always shrinks when he sees strangers.

The current lady not only had a huge increase in her meal volume, she fell asleep until three times in the day, she also loved to talk and laugh, and sometimes even broke into a smile like a donkey. After she noticed the terrified expression of others, she immediately covered her mouth and sat down.

Miss's explanation for this is: After experiencing the front line of life and death, you will find that the dignified lady, the hostess, and the little feelings of hurting the spring and autumn are useless. It is really good to live well.

Although I do n’t understand, it seems quite reasonable.

In a word, after the fox demon storm passed, Ling Yu suddenly became an extremely miserable and positive lady.

After Ling Miaomiao persuaded the surrounding maids with fate brainwashing, her movements became bigger again, and she ran around the backyard in the morning when Chen Guangxi was faint.

The sky was not yet bright, the fog was thick, and the dark bushes in the courtyard were looming in the white mist.

Ling Miaomiao was running out of breath, wearing a dark figure head-on, which was actually Taicang Junshou who was confused and confused.

Ling Miaomiao almost exclaimed. The fat dad in front of him was obviously getting up on his stomach, rubbing his chest that was hit by pain, and roaring: "What's going on in the morning?" Boa ?! "

The county guard who just put the old man's curse on him suddenly softened, patting her on the shoulder and touching her head again. The tone sounded so anxious that she cried: "Sir, did you hurt?"

Ling Miaomiao grabbed his hand with tears and laughed, shouting: "Dad."

Jun Shou then settled down, looking at Miao Miao's hot face and a pair of men's silk trousers, and said in surprise, "Well, what are you doing?"

"Dad, I am running in the morning."

"Morning run?" Jun Shou swallowed an egg in his mouth.

"Um ... I exercise."

Junshou thought and thought, accompanied with a smile, very carefully persuaded: "Baoer, you are not in good health, sleep a little longer in the morning, when the weather is warm at noon, let the girls run with you, OK?"

"... not good." Miao Miao smiled skillfully, slurping at the parents skillfully, "Dad, the day's plan is in the morning, I absorb the essence of the world and help to support the body."

"Oh--" Junshou, like all parents who are easily fooled by their children, easily let go of her heart with a happy expression of conviction, "Miao Miao, you run, keep running."

He glanced at the wonderful silk trousers and firmly said: "Don't wear this, Dad Ming'er asked someone to make a new pair of pants for you. There are broken flowers on it, which are beautiful."

Miao Miao was crying with a sad face: "Thank you Dad ... I do n’t want broken flowers anymore ..."

The county guard smiled with both chins coming out, and there were pleats next to his eyes: "Good, that's the one with big flowers, the big red flowers that line my good baby."

Miao Miao: "..."

Liu Fuyi was busy taking care of the injured Mu Yao, the protagonist Yuanyang was hiding in the room, and Mu Sheng was busy picking medicine outside. All three disappeared for a while.

There were no tasks in these two days, and Ling Miaomiao was at ease. Get up early and run early, go to bed early, and live more regularly than in any previous year.

On this day, in the morning light of Xiwei, Ling Miaomiao met the sound of early return.

The fog in the morning stained his dark hair tips and turned into hazy moisture. The young boy's hair tail wobbled, carrying a bamboo basket lightly on his back, and smiled round before her: "Miss Ling?" "

"Hey?" Ling Miaomiao paused breathlessly, waiting to see who was coming, and took a breath of cold air into her heart.

His eyes were moist in the misty mist, and the glaze washed in clean water reflected the shimmer, standing there, like a morning light breaking through the night.

"Miss Ling, this is ..." His smiling eyes moved down her face and fell on her new silk trousers with red flowers.

"Oh, morning run." She replied indifferently, nervously reciting the words that were explained countless times. "The day's plan lies in the morning. I absorb the essence of the world ..."

"puff."

Miao Miao suddenly became speechless.

Black Lotus smiled, Black Lotus smiled!

She was at a loss, and she was left with a row of screen shots.

Mu Sheng slightly raised her smiling eyes and stared at her hot face seriously: "Ms. Ling is not a Ganoderma, has she absorbed the essence of heaven and earth?"

Mu Sheng smiled, that is, the demon flower blooming, the eyes, the corners of the mouth, the cheeks are all showing beauty, or a heartfelt and cheerful, positive and positive charm.

Ling Miaomiao explained awkwardly: "It's always good. At least the next time you meet a monster, I can run faster."

Speaking of "monster", Mu Sheng's eyes instantly turned a little cold, but he still smiled on his face: "When it comes to monsters, it reminds me of one thing. When Liu Jieyi was in distress Contact me with a communication symbol ... "

He looked at Ling Miaomiao's face and smiled: "Why is that communication symbol in Miss Ling's hand?"

Ling Miaomiao "giggled" in her heart.

I knew that the black lotus wouldn't talk to her in vain, he must be prepared and have something to say.

"What's strange, I let him contact you."

"Oh?" Mu Sheng lowered his eyes slightly. "How do you know Sister A is in danger?"

Ling Miaomiao looked at his eyes, trembling in his heart, and still said in a huff: "I do n’t know that Mu Yao will be dangerous, but you leave a wounded girl alone in the house, it ’s totally for people Take advantage of it. "

Her tone dropped, and finally she became embarrassed: "I don't feel relieved, let him go and see if he doesn't go, I have to let him call you ..."

Mu Sheng's expression softened slightly, and Miao Miao even saw a strange expectation in his eyes: "Sister A is not an ordinary girl, but she is the Mu Family's demon catcher ..."

Ling Miaomiao interrupted disapprovingly: "What about then, even if she is badly injured, she needs protection."

As soon as the words came out, she instantly regretted it.

Is this tone too strong for Lingyu, who has always been on the promise?

Wait for the left and wait for the right, without waiting for the prompt of the system. She had to observe Mu Sheng's complexion, seeing that he was slightly fascinated by the words, her long eyelashes were motionless, and her face was somewhat warm.

Miaomiao knows nothing about his emotional changes, but she just feels unbelievable, and the questioning is over?

The black lotus is really moody.

In the gradually lit daylight, Mu Sheng's eyes were once again focused on the fiery red flowers on Miao Miao's legs. The flower heart was still dazzling yellow, which was the favorite style of the city women-lively and bright.

But when she saw her kick kicking off like a show, the ridiculous and gaudy flower followed her trembling, her trousers lifted up, and her snowy ankles were looming.

The girl's expression was vigorous: "I don't see what my father chose?"