Black Lotus Tactics Manual

The rune paper was like a thin and sharp flying knife, spread out in the air, and split the long shadow of the earth ghost into several sections. The dark green blood of the ghosts splashed everywhere, and a pool of blood was accumulated on the ground.

There are only piles of corpses at the moment, and the ground of the underground palace is like a vegetable market after killing chickens and killing fish.

"Slap, slap, slap." The applause sounded, the interval between them was very long, and it was a color with a strong sarcasm.

The little girl leaned lazily on the chair, as if she were boneless, looking at the little smoke left behind by the broken ground ghosts with a smile: "Why should I get you through the level? The road to no one else? "

Mu Yao stared at the figure sitting beside the throne holding the tea, his face pale as if he had lost his soul. However, Liu Fuyi always looked down at the tea cups without even looking up at them.

Miao Miao's cheeks were red, and the remaining rune papers were hardly blinded in her sleeves. Most of the rune papers that came from somewhere were quietly mushed. Her clothes were thick and she didn't even notice it. .

According to his temperament, the paper should be sorted into different categories when it was given, but unfortunately it was messed up when it fell out. At that time, she and Mu Yao were like a person who was forced to despair and found a box of grenades, ignoring the attributes. Just grab it and use it. There are only five sheets of rune paper left.

She flattened the poor surplus with her fingers and carefully tucked it into her sleeve.

Alas, what a waste ...

Suddenly, she noticed a wet and cold gaze on her face, and looked up blankly, the illusion's face was a bit ugly.

The general villains played, most of them loved to applaud, humiliated the protagonist after drinking, and showed their dominance, but the whispering sound of the opening speech, the two people in front of them did not respond: one stared at Liu Fu intently. Clothes, it seems that she didn't hear her words; another one seems to be listening, in fact, I don't know what small movements are being done in the sleeves, and my eyes are floating ...

The little girl stared at the wonderful hands, her face covered with clouds: "The pieces of broken rune paper can't help me at all. I advise you not to hit the stone with eggs, and be smart."

Miao Miao's face was stunned: "I just counted it, and I didn't plan to use it."

"What are you talking about?" The demon suddenly raised his tone.

"... Nothing." Miao Miao mumbled and shrunk behind Mu Yao, leaving only a pair of black and white apricot eyes flashing.

However, Mu Yao seemed to lose a few steps like a god, and Miao Miao hid a void, her heart was not good, and she quickly followed Mu Yao's footsteps.

She has quickly walked to the youth, her voice trembling: "Fuyi ..."

Liu Fuyi was sitting end to end, her hair was neatly and neatly scattered behind the white plain veil, she was holding a tea cup in her hand, her eyes drooped leisurely, and her eyelashes were motionless, seeming to be deaf.

"Sister Mu ..." Miao Miao nervously pulled Mu Yao away.

"Fuyi ..." Mu Yao has grabbed Liu Fuyi's sleeve, like a little girl coaxing her angry companion, shaking it carefully twice, the voice flutters more and more, "You ... look at me ... "

Liu Fuyi reacted with her movements, looking at the sleeves pulled by her, and then her eyes slowly moved to her face, with a deep daze in her eyes, hesitantly asked: "Who is your Excellency?" ? "

His eyebrows are still so tender and affectionate, and his eyes don't seem to be hypocritical.

"..." Mu Yao let go suddenly, as if she had touched a fire just now, and the whole person was so pale that it could fall down when the wind blows, "You don't recognize me?"

The illusionary leaned lazily on the circle chair.

Her hair is no longer yellow and sparse as in Li Junfu, and her hair is irreversible, letting her thick hair rest on the back of the chair, glowing with purple cold light, looking at Mu Yao with cold eyes, looking very evil.

"Sister Mu ..." Miaomiao passed her ear, "Brother Liu may be controlled, like the workers in the fragrance factory."

Before jumping out of the rift, the phantom demon released her words and made Liu Fuyi her exclusive puppet doll.

In this world, Illusionary Demon controls people with his heart, and his heart is separated from the body, so he takes away all the emotions and desires and memories.

Mu Yao heard the words and turned away blankly, his face pale and scary.

Liu Fuyi didn't answer her words, and then looked down seriously and softly in the calendula in her hand, which contained brown and unknown liquid, like a cool Chinese medicine.

Illusionary demon smiled unidentified twice, no longer ignored Mu Yao, raised his blood-red lips, and said softly to Liu Fuyi: "Idlers who don't know where to come are uninvited, disturbing and quiet. Brother, shall we drink tea next? "

The little girl's voice was immature, her slender arms stretched out, she looked away, and her expression was provocative.

Liu Fuyi picked up the tea cup to drink, with a gentle smile on her lips: "Okay."

"Wait a moment!" Mu Yao stopped him and turned his head to look at Illusionary Demon, with a bleak expression. "What did you give him to drink?"

The illusion sighed, **** lips curled down, staring at the tea in the teacup faintly: "Brother Liu, what to do, she is too noisy."

Liu Fuyi was like an obedient housekeeper. When she heard the words, she immediately put down her teacup and got up. The smile on her face was condensed, and there was a trace of strange hostility between her eyebrows: "Please leave my home with Chuchu immediately."

"Chu Chu?" Mu Yao smiled bitterly, "You are awake, she is not Chu Chu."

Liu Fuyi looked cold: "Who is she, it's not your turn to put your beak."

"..." Mu Yao looked up at him, his face pale, and there were tears in his eyes. He said softly, "Then ... are you still Liu Fuyi?"

The tone was a little cold, like the dew condensation in the morning slowly penetrated into the gaps of the furniture, the moisture eroded the wood a little, soaking it up and deforming.

There was a trace of confusion on the puppet's face. At that moment, Liu Fuyi, who seemed familiar, came back.

"What are you waiting for, don't do it yet?" The illusion's tone suddenly became extremely irritable. She stared at Liu Fuyi's back with a sullen expression on her face. Before the words fell, he shot suddenly.

"Sister Mu-" Miao Miao pulled her away abruptly, but still a step later, a strong wind hit, puppet Liu Fuyi raised her palm mercilessly, and directly waved the thin Mu Yao on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Miao Miao shoved it and squatted down to see Mu Yao. The girl sat on the ground, half of her face was swollen, and there was blood on the corner of her mouth. She covered her hand. Face, despair.

Ling Miaomiao took a breath.

Beating people without hitting faces ... This mysterious plot, it seems that the contradiction is not fierce enough, it can't reflect the love of the protagonist's love ...

The puppet stared blankly at the fragile figure on the ground, his eyes flashing confused again. The illusion jumped from the chair and walked step by step to Mu Yao in front of her, looking at her embarrassed expression and grinning: "I can't get rid of my face, since I want to stay like this, then stay here."

Stay here-this is both an invitation and a provocation. It means that the two of them can have the opportunity to contact Liu Fuyi again, but they can't avoid watching him being manipulated by the phantom demon every day, and obey her desperately.

Mu Yao squeezed her lips tightly, swallowed the humiliation, and accepted the invitation.

The demon came close to her ear and smiled lightly: "Don't you ask me what to drink for him? Brother Liu without a heart has to rely on drinking blood to maintain his life. Since you are here, from now on, this work will be left to you. Do it for you. "

The whole body shouted with pain, like the bones of the whole body were crushed.

The eyelashes were trembling, the halo was blurry, and the fragrance of fat powder floated in the room. He opened his eyes. The peony embroidered on the top of the white gauze tent, a piece of red and red, suddenly and near, could not see the real.

There was bright light in front of him, but the light was like winter snowflakes, covering his eyelids without a trace of warmth.

It's so cold ...

Stretching up under the bed with both hands, struggling to sit up, the summer bamboo mat imprinted several traces on the palm of the hand, and the sky was spinning, accompanied by fierce tinnitus, and then, the sound of white porcelain spoons rubbing against the bowl was heard in the ear.

The dense black hair of the woman in front of her was curled into a noble and complicated bun, and a clear jade hairpin was inserted. The drop-shaped earrings of both ears were shaking, and the low eyebrow stirred the medicine in her hand.

Her white outer skirt was loosely knotted on her abdomen, her red tube top was opened extremely low, almost half of her chest was exposed.

"Come on, drink the medicine." She lifted her head, revealing a face with exquisite makeup, and raised her eyes with the ends of her eyes, like two small hooks.

He shook his god. The face in front of him was like a beast of floods. He immediately backed away vigilantly and said coldly: "... Aunt Rong?"

What was exported was the child's voice a few years ago, with a hoarse voice.

He remembered that he had just returned from training yesterday. He was seriously injured and needed to stay in bed for three days. It's just ... he looked around, and the luxurious decorations and powdery fragrance in the room were all incompatible with him. How could he sleep in her house?

The woman frowned slightly, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction in her hooked eyes: "Xiao Sheng'er, how do you call my aunt, I am your mother."

"..." The boy was stunned for a long while, sitting on the bed with his knees buried, his face half buried in his arms, revealing a pair of black eyes like autumn water, the eyes were full of cold uneasiness and resistance: "Aunt Rong, why do you call me Xiaosheng'er? "

The woman put the spoon into the bowl with force, seemingly infuriating him with childishness: "The mother always called you Xiaosheng'er, don't you remember?"

mother?

Xiaoshenger ...

Suddenly the headache struck, as the wave overwhelmed him, and the dizziness and vomiting when he first woke up seemed to make a comeback, and his consciousness was instantly blurred.

When the eyes became clear, the woman was already sitting by the bed, feeding him spoon by spoon.

The spoon came close to the lips, and the strong bitterness of the traditional Chinese medicine floated upward along the heat. He deliberately closed his teeth.

"Drink." She coaxed gently, seeing that he didn't open her mouth, lowered her head for a moment, and nodded with joy, "Is Xiaoshenger sick of medicine? Is she going to add a piece of sugar to you."

And he grabbed her skirt, the 12-year-old face and the 18-year-old face overlapped alternately, it is not clear whether it was Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, or maybe he had hallucinations, he endured the headache and asked out a voice : "Are you really my mother?"

"I am your mother ... Xiaosheng'er."

It's spinning ... so cold ...

It seems that the whole person is soaked in the ice cave, even the blood flow is frozen to be astringent, the limbs are trapped in the snow, the snow like the quilt is melting, and the ice hurts hands and feet.

In a trance, he walked in the snow, leaving a neat footprint. In front of him was Mu Yao, a girl, tall and thin, blurred into a halo, and merged with the sky and the snowfield.

"Sister ..."

The girl looked back in amazement and blankness: "Who are you?"

His dizziness was terrible: "I am Asheng, your brother ..."

Mu Yao was surprised, and it took a long time before he smiled and said, "Younger brother, you are afraid that you are the wrong person. My mother has no children at her knees, and Aunt Rong has only my daughter. Where did you come from?"

She shook her head ridiculously, turned her head back, and walked faster and faster, leaving her figure disappearing in the snow.

There was pure white in front of him, and falling snow covered his shoulders.

"Aunt Rong has only you one daughter ..."

"Then ... who am I ..."

The headache was sharp and biting, just like the roots of the plant to take root in the skull, occupying his entire body. He repeatedly lost consciousness in the cramping pain, and the gap between the pain subsided, and then he remembered what happened in the retreat.

——It was a dream in a dream, it was really a fantasy, he had chaos in his mind, and it was unclear for a while.

It's just, the fissure ...

There was someone waiting for him under the rift.

The sanity finally returned.

It was getting dark, and he was still soaking in the cold stream, with a wound on his body. If he did not hurry up at this time, when the yin and yang split into the dark side, the stream turned into a dark river.

The teenager struggled to the shore, leaning against the trunk with all his strength, the wet clothes seemed to be heavy, and they were wet and cold on the body.

The wind blows the woods and the grass emits a damp fragrance. There seemed to be a fairy passing by in the forest, and a fragrant wind approached him.

The strange and familiar figure was short and hummed with innocent tunes in her mouth, and she approached him gently. She smelled the familiar fragrance of gardenia, and smelled like she was lying in a drunk room.

Awesome is what he thought.

Previously, he disgusted the fragrance of this hair comb, but now it seems to be the only proof that he is alive.

In a trance, the girl from the forest hooked his neck and dropped a cold and soft kiss on his cheek. Her soft lips were like clouds in the sky, and the mountains flowed.

He grabbed her waist violently, hugged the man on his lap, clasped her ten fingers, leaned down and kissed it, as if to hold the cloud in his arms and rub it into his chest hard.

As long as she is not let go, she will always belong to him.

The teenager closed his eyes tightly, his slender eyelashes curled up, and lingered on her lips. It seemed that all the violent emotions were among the mountains and clouds, and they could be gently sustened.

It took a long time before she released her, stretched out her fingers, and stroked her ruddy lips back and forth, and her voice was a little dumb: "Aren't you jumping into the crack?"

Her fingers also gently swept across his cheeks, and the black and white apricot eyes had infinite pity: "Yeah, so, I am just your dream."

Having said that, the silhouette in the arms immediately dissipated.

The moonlight was like silver gauze, covering the pale face of the teenager.

He stared blankly at his empty knee, waking up suddenly, as if he couldn't believe the dream was false.

Crackling, the leaves were beaten up and down, and the cold raindrops with earthy smell fell on his face.

The water droplets, which were still large before, immediately turned into heavy rain.

The dark river was full of splashing water, the banana leaves were beaten up, and in the dense water mist, the birds were wet their wings, and it was difficult to fly low in the rain.

Mu Sheng wiped the water on his face and raised his head to catch the rain. The black eyes of the water vapor became more moist in the rain curtain. It seemed to bring a damp moisture.

He slowly lowered his eyes, groped in his arms, and took out a crumpled paper bag, which was stained with paper because of blistering.

Raindrops flowed down his cheeks, gathered on the pale chin, and immediately flowed down the jaw into the collar.

He quietly lifted the edges of the two pieces of paper, slowly and patiently separating it in the heavy rain, and five full red dates were stacked together, but the sugar coating was somewhat dissipated, and the sticky soup was flowing.

"This is golden sweet dates, specially for blood."

"My dad said, eating red dates every day, health is not old."

"Keep it for later."

She fed him a jujube with her cold fingers, then immediately overbearingly closed his lips and asked him to feel the sweetness undeniably.

The sunlight fell from the towering bamboo forest, like a piece of sugar, the bird chirped, and her fingers were under his silent kiss.

The wet black hair stuck to his cheeks, and the rain trickled down his hair tips. His face was bluish, and his lips trembled unconsciously at the extremely low temperature of the night.

He silently put a candied date in his mouth, feeling the belated sweetness slowly melt away.

Is sweet.

Black eyes flickered, looking up at the night sky without stars.

In the field of vision, countless rain filaments fell from the vast sky, shining with silver light, like ten million needles descending, swooping down, to poke the earth into a sieve with holes.

Enduring darkness and cold, he licked the sweetness left on his lips.

Cracks will always open again.

"It may have rained outside."

In the small casserole, the soup was boiling, and the smell of Chinese medicine was mixed with a thin **** smell. Ling Miaomiao took a fan, leaned inexplicably to catch fire, and a small piece of ash stuck to her nose.

"How do you know?" Mu Yao lowered her eyebrows and bandaged the wound on her wrist. Her face was pale, but she still smiled calmly.

"I think the ground is particularly tide today." Miao Miao Ku Da Qi stared deeply at the fire, and fanned the wind anxiously, blowing the fire left and right.

There is a reason why people do n’t like to live in the basement. They do n’t see sunshine and blue sky all the year round, and their moods tend to get worse. Ling Miaomiao lived in the underground palace for three or four days, feeling more and more irritable.

The structure of the underground palace is generally the same as that of Li Fu. It may be that the demon has only lived in Li Jun ’s house, so he thought that the human house should be like that. They lived in the corresponding room where they had previously lived.

But this underground world is like a beautiful imitation, even if it is a coincidence, it is not as good as the real world.

In contrast, Mu Yao showed extraordinary patience.

The condition proposed by the phantom monster is bullying. Not only do they invite them in the morning and night, but they deliberately let them look at Liu Fuyi who was made into a puppet before and after her saddle. Cook medicine to drink.

Ling Miaomiao has only felt the temper of the heroine outside for a few days now: not only did she agree, but she also persisted for several days, enduring her heartache like a twist, and waited expressionlessly for the opportunity.

just……

Behind a tall shadow, Liu Fuyi walked to the kitchen.

The three were crowded in the kitchen, a little cramped.

Miaomiao had a complicated mood with the puppet, raised her chin, and stood in front of Mu Yao: "Why are you here?"

He stretched out his slender hand in the indigo cuff. He picked up the empty bowl resting on the chopping board and looked like he was alleviating the embarrassment of the conversation with the stranger. "

"Okay." Mu Yao lowered his eyes calmly, took the bowl in his hand, lifted the lid of the casserole, filled the bowl with a spoon, and placed it on the tray.

She wrapped the handkerchief on her white wrist, and with the movement, blood stains showed on the handkerchief.

The puppet looked at the wound indifferently, not knowing what to think.

"Take it." Mu Yao passed the tray peacefully, but didn't look at his eyes.

Liu Fuyi turned to go, a hand suddenly blocked his waist, bowed his head, a pair of bright Xingzi eyes, the girl stared at him, like a bluffful tiger: "Sister Mu bleeds you to make medicine , Don't say a word of thanks? "

He froze for a moment, then said indifferently: "Thank you."

Liu Fuyi's fairy-like figure floated away.

The figure beside him suddenly tilted, the spoon on the chopping board was knocked off, and when it fell on the floor, Miao Miao quickly caught Mu Yao in an unpredictable mess.

Mu Yao's face and lips were pale due to blood loss, holding his forehead, eyes loose.

When she was conscious, she leaned on a hard chair, a bowl touched her lips, and the steam in the bowl floated up and steamed on her face.

"Sister Mu ..." She opened her eyes and Ling Miaomiao's cheeks were red, standing in front of her chair, pouring the bowl and pouring hot water into her mouth. "You may be anaemic. I borrowed some from the kitchen Casserole, drink some hot water. "

She hurriedly took her hand to take over the bowl, took a sip, and the hot water entered her lungs, ironing her hearts.

Ling Miaomiao touched the whole body up and down for a moment, suddenly: "Yeah, the red dates weren't brought with you--" He smiled immediately, his eyes bright, "There aren't even any lumps in the kitchen, the cabinets are empty, and there are There are so many little bugs that are longer than the centipede feet. "She stretched out her hand and gestured exaggeratedly, wrinkling her nose in disgust, and the tone was cheerful." The fantasy demon made only an empty shell in the kitchen, like a sand castle. " Yes, you ca n’t be ridiculous. "

Mu Yao squeezed the water silently, hooked the corner of the mouth slightly, and tears fell into the hot water, hitting a few small splashes of water.

"Miao Miao, sit down and rest."

"..." Lin Miaomiao stared at Mu Yao who covered her face with a bowl. Was her soothing divine skill not working, and she also made the goddess cry?

She squatted down, lying on the knee of Mu Yao like a kitten, and looked up at her face: "Sister Mu, I had a dream yesterday. I dreamed that you and Brother Liu were married, and lived in Wufang City first. Years, and then continue to travel the rivers and lakes, you have three children, two boys and one girl, the boys fight, the girls look like you. "

"Sister Mu, I have always been very accurate in dreaming, we must be able to get out of the crack."

"..." Mu Yao put down the bowl, had already concealed her tears well, and looked at her softly and smiled, "Since I have paired with Fuyi, what about you?"

"I ..." Miao Miao paused for a moment and recovered her spirit. "I'm a child godmother ..." Her eyes rolled, showing a rather ghostly smile, "Could you let me be a little sister, we The two sisters serve one husband? I do n’t have any opinions. Brother Liu would have been willing to do so. "

If she was so outrageous, she would have been stunned before, perhaps angered, but now, Mu Yao knows what she meant and was amused by her.

In the invisible palace, the two people squatted and sat together, smiling face to face for a while, smiling like a little girl who was not out of the cabinet, clapping hands at the player's house wine in the boudoir.

Mu Yao's bulging warmth in her heart was also almost certain that Ling Miaomiao had no intention of Liu Fuyi.

But she is a good girl and deserves the best treatment.

It's just, as she said, can she survive this difficulty unscathed and grow old with him ...

"Sister Mu." Miao Miao pondered and said, "Do you know how the phantom demons make people a puppet?"

Mu Yao's hand twitched: "Take your heart first, then use the spell."

"Then you say ..." Miao Miao started playing with her hand, and asked casually, "What if you take your heart out?"

Mu Yao seemed to startle suddenly, then leaned over and attached to her ear: "I don't tell you, I mean that." She lowered her voice, "I have observed the past few days. Li Fu is generally the same, but there are some articles behind the screen in the hall. "

"Behind the hall ... is the ten lady and Chu Chu's bedroom?"

"Yes. In so many rooms, only that door has a seal. As you said, this dungeon made by Illusionary Demon is an empty shell, and it is reasonable that there is no need for anti-theft. If she sets a seal, there must be only one. A possibility-valuable things are stored in it. "

Miao Miao looked up: "like Brother Liu's heart?"

The two looked at each other. Mu Yao's eyes were half expectation and half deep anxiety.

Ling Miaomiao knew what Mu Yao was worried about. The two of them fell on the site of Illusionary Demon. They are called guests, but they were actually imprisoned in disguise. The Illusionary Demon had a cloudy day. They were in a bad mood and could be sentenced to capital punishment at any time. Want to grab Liu Fuyi's heart under this condition is tantamount to fantasy.

But it seems that there is only one way to get rid of difficulties and save Liu Fuyi.

In fact, this is how the original book developed. At the end of the Jingyangpo section, after several days of planning, Mu Yao entered the secret room with seals, determined to recapture Liu Fuyi's heart.

However, the fantasy demon's thoughts are nine and eighteen bends, extremely sinister. In fact, he deliberately made an illusion of ignorance, tempting Mu Yao to take the bait, and deliberately set up a killing board to wait for her.

But after all, Mu Yao was the head of the Mu family. In order to kill her in one fell swoop, the Illusionary Demon had to resort to the sun and the moon in heaven and earth. She did not want to leave the main battlefield.

On the occasion of a sudden attack, Mu Sheng, who was standing next to the crack, took the opportunity to jump off and took the protagonist group ashore.

Thinking of the black lotus, Ling Miaomiao had a headache.

Her book wearing has almost no effect on the plot of the male and female protagonists, but since the admiration met her, the route seems to be a bit off.

In the first section of Taicang County, Mu Sheng did not kill the Ling Yu family; in the Chang'an City, Mu Sheng used ban surgery twice for her to accelerate the blackening process.

When she arrived at Jingyangpo, if the voice she gave Mu Sheng was effective, it might have an impact on the time of his blackening, not to mention one of the devil's handles as one of his main forces. she was.

If the butterfly effect is established, there may have been more than one hurricane now, and it is probably the world's destruction. She couldn't be sure what he was doing above, and she couldn't be 100% sure that he could rush to rescue Mu Yao at that point in time.

and so……

"Sister Mu, let's stop observing. Let's grab Brother Liu's heart tomorrow."

Mu Yao froze: "Tomorrow?"

Since Phantom Demon intends to make the game, she took advantage of the trap and made a move in advance, beating her by surprise. Can she change the plot development and make the protagonist group have fewer twists?