Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Miao Miao, you come. I have something to tell you."

In the antechamber, the fine sunlight leaking from the flower windows on both sides shone on the leaves of several pots of Chlorophytum.

With a worried look on her face, Liu Fuyi waved her hands, called Ling Miaomiao who had passed by the courtyard into the house, and helped her pull the chair.

For a while, he didn't hear the echo. He looked up and saw Ling Miaomiao standing on the spot embarrassed, looking left and right, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Brother Liu, sorry, wait for me."

She ran quickly in her skirt and stopped Mu Yao who was passing by the front hall and was going to practice in the yard: "Sister Mu, can you come in and sit for a while?"

Mu Yao let her into the front hall blankly, sitting next to Liu Fuyi, and then she moved the chair and sat opposite them, posing the posture of the six-party talks.

"Now it's okay." She pressed her hands against her chin and smiled, "Brother Liu, let's get started."

"..." Liu Fuyi stalked and looked at Mu Yao, both of whom were puzzled by the serious preparation before she spoke.

"Don't look at me all the time." Ling Miaomiao coughed lightly. "Did you want to tell me about Murong?"

Mu Sheng went to the town to buy pen and ink yellow paper early in the morning. I am afraid he would not be able to come back in one and a half moments. Now is the only time he is not present these days.

Liu Fuyi remained silent for a moment.

"Murong's, perhaps should not be called Murong's."

Ling Miaomiao raised her ears to listen.

"She is not Murong, she is Twilight, and Twilight in the night. The Twilight surname, in the monster community, is the symbol of the existence of Yongye. They embodies the darkest side of the monster: charm, violent, and only cover the sky . "

"..."

"Do you remember the charming girl I used to tell you on the big boat when you were across the Wanjiang River?" Liu Fuyi looked at her slowly and softly, fearing that she would not accept it, and guided a little bit The author, "Charm girl, can sing and dance, be gorgeous, bewitching ..."

"Oh!" Miao Miao pursed her lips and held out her finger. "Remembered, that personality split ..."

At that time, Liu Fuyi told her that if the charm girl is let down, she will split up another completely different demon soul in her body, called the blame girl, which is extremely evil in nature, and it will be a scourge for the evil people. Object.

But I didn't expect such a coincidence ...

Liu Fu nodded her head and was still observing her look: "Mu Rong'er is a charming girl. The mountain in her hometown is Qilin Mountain in the extreme north. There are very few charming girls in the world, and she is one of them. One."

"Oh ..." Ling Miao Miao thought, unconsciously twisted her fingers, and muttered her eyes, wondering whether she was surprised or at a loss: "The sound of admiration is the child of the charming girl."

Her brain was running fast, slowly confirming this fact. No wonder, in the first fragment of memory, he can get into the Qixiang Houxiang in a haunted way; no wonder he can kill people invisible when his hair grows and the red light flashes; the power that confuses people is not magic. , It should be a talent ...

What about the hair band? At first she thought that Mu Sheng had borrowed the power of the hair band. Now it seems that the hair band is just a gate to the door.

The incense burned quietly in the hall. The figure outside the window moved, and the corner of the clothing brushed over the lush orchid, and a long bud just came out, rolling down on the ground.

The teenager turned his back against the wall and closed his eyes, trying hard to lift the corners of his lips, but his lips were shaking, and even a sneered smile could not be completed.

Sure enough ... it was a half demon.

With such a pedigree, he is envious of the enemies of the demon catcher, and he has blood of countless monsters in his hands, but he cannot be tolerated by the world.

He vaguely guessed his destiny. But at the moment when it was finally confirmed, there was still a loneliness deep into the bone marrow.

In the past ten years, all of them were finally judged as insignificant jokes.

Either side, there should be no extra monsters like him.

He turned around and looked at Ling Miaomiao's drooping eyebrows through the gap of the flower window. The nails on the wall were white. The black in his eyes was the shiver of the galaxy.

Now, the girl he cares about finally knows his shockingly unabashedly.

He knew he had no courage to listen, even if she frowned, she would hit it with a heavy hammer. But he didn't move, madly wanting to see her reaction ...

I dare not wish for extravagance, but I cannot help but imagine.

"Miao Miao?" Liu Fuyi was worried about her long silence and leaned over her body. "What's wrong?"

"No." Miao Miao raised her head, her tone soft and slow, like telling a story in a warm afternoon, "I'm thinking."

Liu Fuyi was a little surprised at her too calm response: "Want ... what?"

She frowned, with a slight sigh, and looked up, her voice was still very soft: "I'm thinking, wasn't it pitiful that time?"

"..."

The people inside and outside the house were silent. For a time, deciduous leaves outside the window came from the outside.

She went on to say: "Being a man has the joy of being a man, being a demon is a chic, and he is caught in the middle. Where should I go?"

In the sun-drenched room, the girl tilted her head and had sincere doubts in her eyes, then fell into contemplation again.

Mu Yao didn't expect Miao Miao's reaction to be like this. He paused and tentatively asked, "Miao Miao ... are you afraid?"

Ling Miaomiao glanced at her and asked, "Is Sister Mu afraid?"

"... I'm going south and going north. I've seen a lot. I'm naturally not afraid ..." Her complexion was ugly. "It's just ... a little surprised."

Mu Yao feels that since Mu Sheng broke out that night, her heart has also become wider and wider, almost breaking the jar and falling, meaning she gave up. Not to mention the half demon, even if he is a demon, could she still use the knife to cut the younger brother who had been raising for years?

Even if she wanted to, she couldn't raise her hand, even if she hides from the distance, she doesn't want to face him directly.

These months, she has been living in self-doubt and psychological conflicts.

"Yeah, there's nothing to be afraid of." Miao Miao nodded. "Isn't he just him? It doesn't matter if he is a demon

"but……"

But you are different. You are his wife.

Liu Fuyi pinched Mu Yao's wrist, and she didn't go on.

Liu Fuyi then said: "Mr. Zhao, you also know that it is Zhao Taifei's younger brother waiting in light clothes."

The white hair band fluttered in the wind.

Mu Sheng's waist leaned against the wall, his finger on the flower window, tracing the beautiful outline greedily.

The small hook on the end of his eyes rarely caught a little warm color, and his side was quiet, like a warm jade touched warmly. The dark eyes under the long eyelashes were stained with sunlight, reflecting a little halo.

She said ... It doesn't matter if it's a man or a demon.

Only this sentence is like a suspended sentence for a dying prisoner.

Immediately, he saw Ling Miaomiao raised his head in surprise: "Qingyi Hou?"

She was stunned for two or three seconds. The bright Xingzi eyes blinked unnaturally twice, her eyelids were red, and her eyes dropped quickly, becoming more and more like a rabbit.

"What's wrong?" Liu Fuyi was startled. Knowing a person's identity surprised her even more than knowing a demon.

"It's okay." Ling Miaomiao's fingers clasped, looking at the floor, as if a hand was rubbing her heart in her chest.

Relatives depart, father and son kill each other, close relatives face to face, can't recognize them, only when the enemy is fighting ... how did this come to this point?

She thought again.

If everything goes well, the black lotus flower should have been the little lord of the Zhao family.

Parents expect to be the son of the name.

"..." Liu Fuyi stared at her worriedly.

"It's okay." Ling Miaomiao waved her hand and smiled strongly, "Brother Liu will continue to talk."

"I once said to you that the glamour girl hides in the mountains and forests, and once she lives in the world, she will incur disaster."

Ling Miaomiao nodded: "Is it because of the complaint?"

"It's not all." He paused. "The charming girl is born with a long and powerful demon power, but once pregnant, she will be greatly weakened and even lose her power."

He said with a sigh of relief: "Their children are about to inherit ... or" deprive "their mother's demon power."

Ling Miao Miao stared at him intently.

"If a boy is born, the demon power is halved; if a girl is born, the demon power is doubled. And the boy is not counted in the female charm group, and the demon power derived from the child cannot be continued."

Miao Miao's brain is running fast: "That is to say, with the proliferation of the Meizu ethnic group, there will be fewer and fewer girls who truly inherit the magic power as" Magic Girls "... but ... the magic power will become stronger and stronger ...

"Yes." Liu Fu nodded and looked at her approvingly, "This is the 'evolution' of the Meizu ethnic group."

"If you let them 'evolution', what kind of powerful monsters will be produced in the end, and the world can't bear this kind of power, no one can predict. The Meizu ethnic group doesn't want the power to concentrate on a few people, so, They hide themselves and will not reproduce easily. "

Ling Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could breathe out, she heard the next words.

"But I guess Mu Rong'er is an exception."

"She gave birth to a boy, but the boy's demon power has not been halved, but doubled. I don't know if it is because of the combination with people."

"..."

"Correspondingly, Mu Rong'er's powerful demon power was almost deprived by him. After she had this child, she was almost as weak as an ordinary woman, and there was no way to resist the bullying of ordinary people."

Ling Miaomiao listened in surprise, pinching her hands red.

The people in the hall didn't notice the orchid leaves swaying outside the flower window, the corner of the clothes outside flashed and disappeared silently.

"I also heard a statement." Liu Fuyi said, "As long as the child is killed before he grows up, the demon power belonging to the mother will return to her body."

"It turns out so ..." Ling Miaomiao murmured, "No wonder when Mu Ronger first fled to the flower break, Durian suggested Mu Ronger drowned the child.

So, in that heavy rain of perceptual dreams. The Durian holding an umbrella looked at the Rong Niang kneeling on the ground with pity through the door slit: "I told you earlier that it would be a scourge if he kept it."

Mu Rong'er was kneeling in the rain, although his tone was soft, but he was firm: "Xiao Sheng'er is my child, my baby ..."

...

"Mu Rong'er is not willing to kill this child." Liu Fuyi whispered, "Even if Zhao Qinghuan has already borne her, she still feels that this child is her baby."

"She wanted to go back to Qilin Mountain with her baby." He frowned, hesitantly. "But something happened on the road that made her give up this plan and return to Wufang Town again."

Ling Miaomiao remained silent for a long time, tentatively asked: "Is it ... the red light on the ship?"

According to the old man's narrative, Mu Rong'er was bullied by the wicked people on the boat, and suddenly the baby cried out loudly. The moment they wanted to strangle the child, the sky was red, and the four killed at the same time.

In this scene, Liu Fuyi did not know it, but Ling Miaomiao was no stranger.

In that perception dream, Mu Sheng suddenly burst into such a red light when he was bullied by a few older children at the end of the alley, and under the tremendous anger that shakes the mountain, several people around him Suddenly died in a moment, then his hair grew long, from the shoulders to the waist.

At this moment, she probably guessed something, but did not say it.

"Huh." Liu Fuyi nodded his head, "I guess this time, Mu Ronger found that his demon power doubled, and it was something that was not controlled by him. If he were to take him back, the Meizu ethnic group might solve this dangerous alien, The child is no different from other people and needs cooked food and hot water. She decided to return to Wufang Town and find a way for herself. "

"Durian, it's probably a piece of bread." Mu Yao received. "She lived on the misery or joy of the world. One of her purposes is to collect the sad tears of these suffering women, save them, and then Swallow it together. "

"There will not be deep friendship between the big monsters, and even more hostility." Mu Yao sighed, "I guess that Muronger really has nowhere to go, so he went to find this man, but Durian didn't want to be troubled, just persuaded him. Kill the child and restore his own power. "

"Later, it was probably Mu Rong'er who shed precious blood and gave it to her, before Durian agreed to leave her and her baby child to take shelter.

The four alchemists in robes held four half-open boxes and knelt in a row.

Duan Yang's fingers painted with Dancome lay on the box, stroking one by one as he walked.

She stopped in front of the third, took out the soft slumped mask, and walked slowly to the mirror.

The four alchemists kneeled on the ground and looked at each other, looking at her quivered skirt with jewels.

Duan Yang turned back, her other face was cold and beautiful, her finger touched her cheek twice, and said lightly: "Not enough."

He said, taking off the mask on his face, rubbing it into a ball and throwing it aside, and then taking out the mask in the second box, wearing it carefully in front of the mirror.

The alchemists shook even more.

Earlier in the palace rumoured that the indulgent Emperor Crazy was crazy, and they still did not believe it. Later, it was also rumored that the Emperor Ji was okay. Qin Tianjian, who didn't love his mother, was directly assigned to this little girl.

They only dare to meditate in their hearts. Now it seems that Emperor Ji is not good and is crazy.

Okay, what should I do to change my face?

"It's a waste." She lifted the mask off her face again. Her delicate face was pulled and deformed by the mask, which appeared distorted and horrible. Her movements were rough and direct, and she didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

Emperor Ji's chestnut pupil shone in the sun, and his eyes were coldly ridiculed: "A big Chin Tianjian, wouldn't even a decent mask be done?"

"His Royal Highness ..." An old man seemed to be intolerable, and he looked up in disbelief. "It's very similar ..."

Emperor Ji bent down and suddenly grabbed his chin with great disrespect. His bright red nails were buried in his beard, and the others screamed in shock and dumbfounded.

"Not enough." She raised her lips and looked at him coldly. The words almost squeezed out of the teeth. "I want it to be exactly the same, perfect, understand?"

"Your Highness ..." There was an internal supervisor at the door running panic, "Something happened!"

He suddenly stopped in Emperor Ji's gaze, swallowing his saliva, his voice getting lower and lower, "Mother Toffee ... encountered ... stabbed."

"..." She froze for a moment, and a cold and ironic smile appeared on her beautiful face. "... Is it so patient?"

The inquisitive internal supervisor widened his eyes: "What do you say ...?"

"It's nothing." She lowered her head slightly and pinned her hair behind her ears, "Honmiya said, there's no need to prepare cakes for the concubine anymore-no need."