Black Lotus Tactics Manual

The rocky back of the rockery in the garden was so quiet that even the song of the branches and birds could not be heard clearly. The concave feet of the mountain stone still have undried stagnant water left by the last rain, and small puddles have gathered on the uneven ground, sticking with the dead leaves that don't know when to fall.

The breeze blew, the slanting pine trees on the cliff shook their leaves, and the dried pine needles rained onto Ling Miaomiao's shoulders like rain.

She shrunk her neck, and a few still fell into her collar.

She pulled a few times in vain, gave up, uncomfortable, and looked up: "Brother Liu, what did you just say?"

Liu Fuyi's wide sleeves blocked the thin and pitiful sunlight, her face was abnormally serious, and she even put away the relaxed smile she was used to: "Miao Miao, yesterday's story, what do you think? ? "

Ling Miaomiao blinked: "What?"

Liu Fuyi looked at her for a while, and seemed to have no time to turn around with her, and put it bluntly: "Me and Yao'er now suspect that there is something wrong with A Sheng's life experience."

After noon, Ling Miaomiao walked out and walked. When the first foot stepped out of the room, he was intercepted by Liu Fuyi and pulled to the back of the rockery. He made it clear that he wanted to say some secrets that could not be said for others.

Although it was blue and white, she still had some objections to this remote place. I wanted to propose that Liu Fuyi's sentence came out and she temporarily forgot about it.

Ling Miaomiao looked at Liu Fuyi with a complex face: Black Lotus's life experience ... was finally noticed by these two big-hearted people.

In the original book, the hero and heroine's thoughts on life are placed on the Demon Guard Road. Mu Sheng failed to discuss this issue from the appearance to the exit. With a secret that no one knows, he rushed to the hasty end.

And to understand the cause and effect of this secret is one of the branches of her mission. Two memories fragments and several specious dreams of perception are guiding her to slowly solve this mystery.

Now, Mu Sheng has failed to blacken, and is still an indispensable part of the team. The center of gravity of the protagonist's investigation is slowly shifting.

"Brother Liu said that Mu Sheng is the child of Murong and Zhao Gongzi in the story?"

Liu Fuyi's face was sullen, fearing that she felt absurd, and tried her best to test: "... what do you think?"

Ling Miaomiao nodded: "Well, I believe it."

Not to mention, the appearance of Mu Sheng's mother is the only one in the protagonist group who has seen it with her own eyes. The old storyteller's description was subtle, but "a short one is insignificant, and another one is flamboyant. She is the one who is just right and perfectly natural."

Liu Fuyi glanced at her for a while before she was stunned: "Miao Miao's courage ... really big."

"Brother Liu, even if he is the Murong's child--what's the trouble? Who are you doing so nervous?" She looked at Liu Fuyi's face calmly, and paused. "What is Murong's origin?" "

"Her identity ..." Liu Fuyi squeezed the bridge of his nose thorny. "I have doubts, but I'm not sure yet."

"Strangely, Yao'er found that her memory line for A Sheng was disordered, and many things could not be remembered."

Miao Miao was silent for a moment: "This is not strange, Mu Sheng's memory line is also disordered. He only remembers that he has a mother-in-law, the rest can't remember."

"..." Liu Fuyi fell into deep thought, and said to herself: "Is it a forgetful curse? Isn't it like ..."

"How could two people have problems at the same time ..."

Miao Miao saw that the word "chuan" in his eyebrows was as deep as a knife, and broke his finger to joke: "Brother Liu, don't worry, there are more coincidences in the world, maybe the house beam collapsed, their younger brother One person was smashed; or the house was entangled in the water and fainted at the same time by the waves; or someone who could not beat the family members beat their heads one by one— "

Liu Fuyi didn't smile, he frowned, as if he didn't listen. After a while, he said softly, "Miao Miao, things are slightly more complicated than you think ... You have to ask him again. From childhood to the present, things are recalled in detail, what you have forgotten, write it down and give Let me see."

"..." She hesitated for a moment, and Liu Fuyi patted her shoulder with encouragement, her eyes seemingly concealed with worry, "A Sheng is very precautionary now, and I don't believe that Yao Er and I are protecting him .. The same thing, just listen to you. "

Miao Miao paused for a while before she opened her mouth. With a snapping sound, Liu Fuyi's complexion changed, and the hand on her shoulder withdrew with lightning.

The sharp stone flying towards him was like a fierce stray bullet, hitting on the muscular of his wrist fiercely, half of his arm was instantly unconscious, he whispered his wrist and looked at Miaomiao behind him in amazement .

Ling Miaomiao turned her head, and the teenager behind her pursed her lips, her hairband flying in the air.

He looked at Liu Fuyi with jealous murderousness, his anger tinged his dark eyes, like some kind of jade flashing cold light.

"Son Liu," his eyes slowly turned to Ling Miaomiao, dyed with a complex twist, but the tone was still light and cold, "others' wives can't casually touch."

"..." Liu Fuyi gripped his wrist and opened his tongue, unable to argue.

Mu Mu lowered his eyes, his thick lashes pressed down, and he showed a gentle and harmless look. He reached out his hand, "Miao Miao, it's been too long, go back."

Ling Miaomiao didn't hold his hand. If she had a pocket at the moment, she wished she could put her hands in her pockets. She lowered her voice: "Talk well."

He turned a deaf ear, and grabbed her by the wrist, forcibly pulled her away, with a deep night flowing in his eyes, and his tone was more patient than before: "Good, go back."

Ling Miaomiao pulled his hand. He gripped tightly, almost like a chain on the prisoner's wrist, and suddenly made her feel like she was back in the days of "doing dolls."

The two walked across the courtyard, pulling Mu Yao by the side, startled her, and turned to follow Liu Fuyi: "What's wrong?"

Ling Miaomiao whispered before the voice fell, and Mu Yao turned around and found that Mu Sheng forcibly hugged people around her waist. Despite her struggle, she opened the door with her feet and hugged him into the house.

"Wow--" The door closed mercilessly in front of her eyes.

Liu Fuyi rubbed his wrist. Coaxed: "Don't watch it, it's okay."

Mu Yao pulled Liu Fuyi's sleeves, rarely cheeks flushed, and his speech was twice as fast as usual: "What's okay? You go ... hurry and listen to what they say?"

Liu Fuyi looked at her, and the expression could not be surprised or ridiculed: "When the young couple closes and whispers, how can I listen to the corner?"

He gazed at Mu Yao, feeling that her face was full of tension and could not speak vividly, with a little cramp in his eyes

Smile: "Whether-you go?"

Mu Yao glared at him, stomped his feet, spread his hands, and went straight to the window.

For a while, I heard no vocals, only a little creaky sound, and she heard hair in her heart.

An uncontrollable picture of her good brother sharpening the sword in her heart was undecided whether to poke the window into the hole or directly break into the door. A gust of wind came beside her, and Liu Fuyi followed. She went to the window and smiled, "You really listen."

She suddenly flicked red on the face, and she hadn't figured out how to refute him. Suddenly her body lightened. She exclaimed and thumped his shoulder in anger and annoyance.

"Did you see Asheng looking at Miao Miao's eyes? You are the elder sister, don't worry too much and worry about it."

He hugged the struggling girl in his arms, and the sun was scattered on the green silk, walking back slowly, "The weather is really good, let's hug him back."

"Crunch—"

The leaky window was forced, and the slit was pushed slowly, and the shaft made a long muffled noise.

Miao Miao was pressed against the window by him, and a thin wind blew in from the window slit and poured into her neck.

He finally left her lips and let her breathe before she pulled back from the edge of suffocation. The moment her feet stepped on the ground, her legs became soft, like a sour back molar biting the ice cube, almost kneeling Fall to the ground.

He stood in front of him so that he could take the time and hug him in his arms.

Ling Miaomiao pushed him away, but there was no effort to push it, her cheeks were flushed, water glowed in her eyes, and her body was a little trembling. I wonder if it was because of anger or shame: "You go away ..."

Mu Sheng hugged her without letting go, and kissed her fingers curling her hair, her eyes dark: "I was wrong."

Ling Miaomiao pushed him away, carefully observed his appearance, and felt cold.

This blackened half of the person, the dark side is always there, eager to move, once the emotion reaches the critical point, he is on the verge of runaway.

"If you want to be really angry, just quarrel with me!" Ling Miao's incoherent words are still incoherent, and her lips are still faintly painful. She touched her back with her hand. "What is this?"

His emotions vented, and all of them were tolerant and roundabout, and then suddenly broke out, and it is normal that there is no reaction.

"But I am reluctant to quarrel with you ..." He posted it again and followed her hair, "I just want ... you."

Ling Miaomiao, who was lower in the middle, didn't hear clearly, frowned: "Huh?"

Mu Sheng looked down at her with a little smile: "I'm not angry now."

Ling Miao smiled angrily: "I'm angry, you're going to make me mad."

"So you don't make me jealous ..."

"Don't think too much." Ling Miaomiao interrupted, looking at him seriously in black and white, and said lightly, "Big Brother Liu and I talked normally during the day and did not violate the rules and regulations."

Mu Sheng stared at her: "... what did he tell you?"

"Say ..." She froze for a moment, thinking of the conversation, feeling a little tricky, "This ... can't tell you."

His eyes were dark, and his tone was cool: "Is Liu Fuyi in your heart?"

Ling Miaomiao's scalp was numb, waving her hand to warn: "Don't, don't mention this."

"I'm going to mention it." The corners of his mouth were raised, and the emotions in his eyes were obviously unstable, and the whole person was out of control. "Do you want me to die, and marry Liu Fuyi, eh?"

"..." She had to keep silent and stared at him angrily.

"Miao Miao, let you down, I can't die easily." The young man's fingertips tremble slightly, and his face still smiles like a bright spring flower: "... that dead Liu Fuyi, do you still like it?"

Ling Miaomiao was so scared that his back was cold, and he grabbed his wrist, fearing that he would take action in the next second. Did you hear me……"

He stunned, watching the black cloud rolling in her eyes, and nodded immediately: "Okay."

He lowered his eyes and concealed the dangerous look in his eyes: "Can you stop talking to him in the future?"

"That's impossible." Ling Miaomiao looked at him, "Who am I talking to, that's my freedom, how can you manage more than my father?"

"... Everyone can, he can't." He looked up at her, and the black pupil was so bright under his eyelashes, "Okay?"

"No." Ling Miaomiao's fire was also ignited, and he looked at him motionlessly. "You can't control the world, you can't control this part."

"..." He was silent for a moment, his dark eyes staring at her tenderly, "I want to tie you next to me so that you can't go anywhere."

Ling Miaomiao was smirked again: "You try it."

ten minutes later.

"Mu Sheng, you let me go ..."

The girl sat on the chair in a slightly strange posture, her face red abnormally, and then looked carefully, her hands cut the back of the demon handle behind her back, and took a long finger-wide silk ribbon on her body. on the chair.

She was struggling violently before, but she found that the rope he tied was wonderful and didn't look too strong, but in fact not only won't she be loosened, but instead messed up her clothes, she moved, his eyes dimmed Minute.

Miao Miao didn't dare to move, her fingers curled up in the back, and she touched the devil's handle on her wrist. She had a tooth in her heart: I couldn't think of it.

Mu Sheng was sitting next to her, pinching a dagger in his hand, cutting her apples with her eyes, and cutting them carefully and patiently.

"It's no use to cut ten thousand rabbits now." Ling Miaomiao stared at his hand with cold eyes, "Hurry up and let me go."

He snapped his fingers, and the rabbit ears snapped off. He stopped and put the broken ears carefully on the fracture. Looking down at it, he said for a while: "Miao Miao, it hurts too."

"It hurts?" Ling Miaomiao didn't hear the meaning, and sneered. "It's not that I cut its ears ..."

She felt that she had run away, looking at his face, and Kyoko's eyes were full of annoyance, stomping her feet. "You can't tie me like this, let me loose it quickly."

The teenager silently picked up the rabbit, fed it to her mouth, and asked softly, "Do you eat?"

The author has something to say: 1.

Lao Liu: Life is so beautiful.

Mu Yao: The spicy chicken is so masculine that it hurts the brain.

2.

Crunch—

Mu Yao: My brother is sharpening his knife?

Mu Sheng: Oh.

3.

Myo: You give it a try.

Sound: Alright.