Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Miss, Miss?" Maid Armor cautiously called, her voice as soft as a meow, straight and scratching.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Ling Miaomiao turned over and startled. She pulled up the tent with a hula. Her hair was cluttered and her eyes were staring like copper bells. She was scared and stepped back.

"No ... it's no big deal." She stammered, "The old man said that Miss Liu Gongzi Mu had tea in the lobby and asked you to play with them."

Ling Miaomiao "Oh", rubbed her sleepy eyes, and sat for a while, before getting up slowly.

The ivory comb dipped in the clear water with petals and slipped through the black hair. It brushed up the hair of the original owner's yellow bifurcation because of the long sighs of the day and night, and it became entangled. Fine massage.

In a flash, the nose smelled, Ling Miaomiao sneezes, covering her nose impatiently: "Where is this trouble? Just cut it."

The maidservant was shocked: "This ... this is probably ..."

"Come, I'll come." She looked for a pair of scissors in the drawer, grabbed her hair from the armor of the armor, and clicked and cut in a circle, and the scattered hair tips staggered on the dressing table while cutting fiercely. The lesson learned, "You can only get what you want, and cut it to grow well, don't be too baby with these hairs."

Ling Miaomiao put down her scissors like a water-soaked puppy, quickly shook her head, shook off the hair on her clothes, and then entered into a fixed state.

The eyelids in the mirror are slightly swollen and sagged slightly, appearing dull.

"Miss did you sleep last night?" Asked the young lady carefully.

"... No." Ling Miaomiao rubbed her forehead with a headache. It stands to reason that last night was her first step in the success of Raiders of Black Lotus, and she should sleep soundly and happy.

He was entangled in a nightmare when he closed his eyes.

The torch was reflected in the mirror-like pond, like a broken pool of Mars, the heat was roasting the face of the person, the door was lined with rows of people with disheveled clothes, the face was covered with mud, and the whimper was crying. After another, the whole world was rendered. The officers and men took the girls, and they all pulled their hair. After cutting back with their hands, they were forced to walk staggering, like a broken sack being dragged.

The crying was violent. Some people are struggling, like a fish thrown on a scale, swinging their tails frantically, and their heads are cut off with a big knife in the next second. Next to the executioner's boots, the bottom of the boots creaked with water as he pulled away.

Many wooden boxes piled up and piled up, and some opened, revealing a glare of light under the wooden nails that were not nailed, a trembling butterfly hairpin, wings out, and no one was exposed alone. Appreciate the beauty.

In the distance, the horse snorted, and the lame soldier prepared to move the box to the carriage, causing a stronger one to hit the side, and the two fought.

The night glowed with red light, and everyone was like an ant on a hot pot. Or crazy, or dead.

Miao Miao looked at her hairy face with a long hair. That night, the little maid was so scared that her teeth were trembling and her face was blue. At this moment, she was red again like an apple, and her young life was resilient.

"How old are you?"

The maid was puzzled and said: "... 14 years old. What's wrong, miss?"

Miao Miao saw her face. The fourteen-year-old girl strangled to death in the chaotic night and threw it into the mud, staring at those big eyes.

At that time, where was Ling Yu? After the green bamboo forest, or to Xingzi Town? Has she ever thought about her home and the people who were left behind by her, what kind of fate did they face in the end?

She lowered her eyes: "It's nothing, go, go to the flower hall."

"Task reminder: Task one, quarter-step follow-up: requires you to continue to increase your intimacy with the character [Liu Fuyi] when the character [Mu Yao] is online.

Suddenly received a reminder, the cake in Ling Miaomiao's mouth became dull.

"Bah." She spit out.

"Isn't it right?" Liu Fuyi smiled and drank tea, and pushed the wonderful tea cup past her.

"I think Miss Ling didn't wake up."

Mu Sheng opened his mouth like a smile, the same person who slept in Sigengtian, his face was still white and red, and he couldn't even see a piece of green under his eyes.

Touching the black eyes of Mu Sheng, Ling Miaomiao shrank subconsciously. In a flash of fire and phantom swept over again, and his stomach began to pour.

Mu Sheng saw that she had drunk a sip of tea with a pale face, and passed him completely as if she hadn't heard it. She turned to Liu Fuyi and asked softly, "Brother Liu, is my face bad?"

She was absorbed in her eyes, her eyes burning, and her admiration stiffened for a moment.

In the flower hall, only Miao Miao accompanied the protagonist group, and the county guard father was busy dealing with government affairs early in the morning. His original saying was that young people and young people are good to talk together. He is old, and he ca n’t catch the words. The guests are embarrassed.

In fact, Miao Miao knows that Jun Shou is interested in staying this group of capable people for a period of time, so as to avoid any troublesome monsters in the county. And he was not good at suppressing people with his identity, so he gave the heavy duty to the baby girl. He expects Miaomiao to be able to be with them, and it is best to be able to reach a few points of friendship.

"Well, it's not very good." Fu Yi looked closely at her pale face and frowned slightly. "Where is it uncomfortable?" The two of them were very close together, and when he looked down, they formed a somewhat ambiguous angle. . Liu Fuyi, who bears the aura of the male master, has a unique temperament, so that he can stare at people, enough for the big girl and the young wife to be ashamed.

Miaomiao boldly looked back, letting her face blush, and the tone became more pitiful: "I just ... sleep well at night."

Through Liu Fuyi's shoulder, she saw that Mu Yao's posture for drinking tea paused, and raised her cold eyes and looked over here.

Miaomiao leaned closer to Fuyi again, and whispered, "I have nightmares every night after closing the mirror demon."

She lowered her voice deliberately, so that Liu Fuyi unconsciously had to come closer to listen.

Mu Yao frowned slightly.

Hearing the word "mirror demon", Liu Fuyi's face glared and looked at her for a while, appeasing her: "Miss Ling is an ordinary person, probably influenced by the demon." He took a bulging from his arms Su Bai's tips come, "Mugwort and forgetfulness are added, you can calm down, Miss Ling may wish to try."

Ling Miaomiao grabbed it and held it, letting go and letting go of it with pity, "Can I really take it ..."

Liu Fuyi couldn't help crying and laughing: "Yes."

Ling Miaomiao made a gesture of getting into her arms, unable to restrain the corners of her lips, "Then I really took it?"

Liu Fuyi was teased: "Well."

"Take it and give it to Miss Ling." Mu Yao's voice was faint and his eyes came straight. "If the smell doesn't like it, I still have it here."

Ling Miaomiao tilted her head slightly, the atmosphere in this room was very strange, only Liu Fuyi could not realize it, and spoke normally.

The woman's intuition is accurate. No matter how nervous the female creatures are, they will have subtle hostility to any females around their spouse. They unconsciously erect their hair and be alert to all the gentle traps. Although Mu Yao was free to talk, she was tight now: her knuckles holding the cup tightly betrayed her, and the skin near her nails was almost squeezed out of the nest.

Mu Sheng's expression was long gone. He was like a sunny doll hanging by the window by Mu Yao. With some emotions, Mu Yao didn't realize it, but he could detect it first. Therefore, he looked into Miao Miao's eyes and brought a touch of deepness.

"Sister Mu also has a sachet? Is it a pair with Liu Gongzi?" Miao Miao pinched Liu Fuyi's sachet in her hand and asked curiously.

She can't be too bully. She originally wanted to make a joke to make Mu Yao blush, so that she could expose this embarrassing page, so as not to make the young couple have conflicts in order to brush the intimacy.

But Ling Miaomiao has no emotional experience after all. How could she expect that a casual ridicule was heard in Mu Yao's ears, and somehow put on a bad temptation, she was aroused by the ambition to declare sovereignty, a word "yes" had come to her mouth-

"No." Mu Sheng replied intentionally.

"This is not the case. Generally, there are a few such sachets around the demon catcher to drive away the evil." Liu Fuyi explained almost seriously at the same time.

Ling Miaomiao was silly for a while. So embarrassing, what should I do?

Mu Yao's face changed from white to red, and then to white again, and stood up "chirping", "I'll go back first."

"Sister, I'll take you home." Mu Sheng couldn't wait for such a result. He followed Mu Yao and smiled as if the three spring flowers were blooming, and his eyes were blooming.

Liu Fuyi sat straight and looked towards Mu Yao's back, worried in her eyes, but turned to face Miaomiao.

"Come on, Brother Liu, thank you for your sachet." Miao Miao made a way for him very well.

Liu Fuyi didn't leave. His long fingers carried a wordless rune, took the sachet from Miaomiao's hand, folded it into small pieces, and stuffed it in, "This is my rune. "

He smiled slightly: "There is my breath on it. If the nightmare is a wicked thing, if you notice it, you won't dare to haunt you."

Ling Miaomiao was so moved by the actor's benevolence that she cried and ran into tears. She carefully pinched the opening of the sachet, for fear of breaking it: "Thank you, Brother Liu ...

Liu Fuyi smiled, and then shook his robe: "I'll go see Yao'er."

Outside the inaccessible West Chamber, a figure walked by the pool. Twilight wind blew across the pond, wrinkling a pool of spring water, and the wicker was swinging with it, and a branch gently brushed the handsome face of the young man, and he folded it off.

The wicker with green shoots squeezed in his hands, and was suddenly thrown into the pool without sinking, sinking into the mud.

Mu Sheng was very upset.

"Sister, I think Miss Ling is interested in Liu Fuyi."

"Don't talk nonsense." Mu Yao sat on the bed, his expression faint, but his eyes shook violently.

Sister Ai was distraught, he was proud of himself, adding oil and vinegar, "I don't think that Liu Fuyi hates Ling Yu."

"A Sheng." Mu Yao frowned. "If you're busy, go and practice the technique, don't sway before me."

"Sister Sister, don't be angry." He softened his tone, "I'm just worried, in case Liu Fuyi ..."

"Fuyi is not that kind of person." Mu Yao interrupted lightly, her eyes clear and clear, no trace of suspicion.

He just hated Sister's trust in that person.

The wind blew his soft forehead, and a touch of yellow fluttered like a butterfly. Mu Sheng reached out and grabbed it. It was a piece of torn yellow paper. The Yin Hong character on it could only see a horn, and could not distinguish what it was.

His look suddenly changed, this is Liu Fuyi's rune.

That red is not Dansha, but blood.