Black Lotus Tactics Manual

After Mu Sheng went out in the morning, he never returned, and did not return all day.

In the evening, Miao Miao panicked and followed Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao to find a circle on the street, but did not see his shadow.

"He may have heard us speak."

Liu Fuyi concluded, looked at Miao Miao's face, paused, and sighed, "Let him be quiet."

Ling Miaomiao sat by the bed and lit the lamp and waited until the middle of the night without a word, exhaling, leaving the lamp on the table and pulling the quilt on and lying on the bed.

Since the spring breeze once, he collected the floor coverings and slept beside her every night.

As usual, this person is very sticky and often hugs her breathlessly, and she later found a solution-take the initiative to hug him.

Once she took the initiative to reach out and hug him, he would be motionless and let her hug her, like a cool big puppet on her bed.

Today her big puppet was lost. She was lying on the bed alone, feeling the cold seeping out of the bed board, drilling into her spine, covering her whole body, and covering it with a quilt.

She rolled over anxiously, looking at the wall with her eyes open, feeling that the frost-like chill seemed to seep under her scalp, the temples swelled, and the cold wanted to get out of her eyes.

Miao Miao put her wrists on her forehead and thought desperately: Really good, she was aggrieved to cry because she couldn't find the black lotus.

Thinking about it, the door moved slightly, and someone pushed the door in and closed the door lightly.

She squeezed her breath, her heart beating in her chest.

came back……

Mu Sheng came in and saw that a warm lamp was lit on the table, illuminating the room very brightly, and could not help but stay in place.

He walked slowly and quietly, and took two touches in vain in front of the candlelight. He seemed to want to use this shimmer to roast the fire, and then looked up to see the figure in the tent, reflected in the dark pupil. The warm yellow flame looked quietly for a long time.

Miao Miao closed her eyes nervously and pretended to sleep, curling her fingertips, gently leaning on the back of her hand, cold and sweaty.

He stood there, like a ghost, to make her scared away by worrying about her movement.

A strong **** smell mixed with the cold wind outside the door slowly drifted over.

He didn't go to bed, just stood for a while and turned back out.

He hit a bucket of cold water in the cubicle, then took off his **** coat in the late autumn, and the whole person soaked in.

Exhaling a breath, he leaned his face against the wall of the bucket, the water drops rolled down his side, and the dark eyes seemed to be surging.

At that moment, he was almost melted by the lamp.

But he also felt that he came in with a bitter winter night, carrying a murderous intention and blood, and facing the warm room and the sleeping girl in the tent, like an intrusive invasion.

For the first time, he hated the blood of his body and the gloom of his whole body like the pressure of fog.

The more greedy she is, the more she hates herself.

Ling Miaomiao accidentally squinted while waiting in fear, the bell at the corner of the bed rang lightly before she woke up.

He took a shower, changed his clothes, and didn't climb into the bed quietly until the middle of the night and lay gently beside her.

Only this time, he didn't stick to her next to her, leaving a person's width in the middle. He lay stiffly on the edge of the bed, and he should fall after turning over.

what happened? She was a little irritable, her hand stretched out, she touched the man, and buckled his waist.

Mu Sheng felt that she was hugging him and pulled him towards the middle of the bed little by little.

The air was still filled with faint blood that couldn't be washed away. His eyes flashed, and he looked at her in the dim light: "Wake you up?"

"I didn't sleep." Ling Miaomiao looked at him on his side, pulling him hard towards himself, and said lightly, "What did you do to hide so far?"

The teenager rolled over and almost pressed her against the right angle between the wall and the bed, pinching her chin, eyes deep: "Don't want to ask me what I'm doing?"

"What else can I do." Miao Miao Ren lifted his face and sniffed a bit of rust floating in the air. He paused, his voice was frivolous, "The murderer set fire to chant."

He couldn't help but kiss her soft and warm neck, and seemed to be eagerly seeking solace, the movement was not gentle, and the tone was very cold: "Are you afraid?"

Ling Miaomiao took his face out and looked at it sadly for a long time: "Since the time you killed the water ghost, I haven't been watching on the side? You just ask now, be late."

She poked at Mu Sheng's face and smiled a little gloatingly: "You're not doing this for the first time, how come you're feeling maddening this time."

The teenager lowered his eyelashes.

Yes. He walked in the world for so many years, Zhang Kuang was conceited, his hands were covered with blood of monsters, and the murder was only a momentary thing, and he never felt guilty.

However, why did she feel that he was so guilty and could not be cleaned when she held him like this?

Not only did Miao Miao not smile, but instead he was more depressed, and he felt frustrated in his heart. He held his face, kissed him on the cheek, and cleared his throat.

She blinked her eyes, learned his expression, and made an exaggerated expression with a glance down: "I'm also very sad."

"I'm killing ghosts, are you afraid, child?" She whimpered and cried, "Huh? Are you afraid?"

Before the words fell, she couldn't help but laugh, and touched his hair briskly like a small animal.

The boy looked at her intently, as if he had discovered a new continent, and the light seemed to tremble in his eyes.

Miao Miao touched his arm and turned to hug him: "You're so cold."

She trembles, her teeth tremble, "Will you take a bath with cold water?"

Mu Sheng didn't say anything, and pulled the quilt up to cover her back.

She unfolded her passionately, hugged him properly and passed the temperature all over her body.

"The next time you take a bath in cold water, I won't hold you, freeze to death ... dead."

Mu Mu paused, her cool lips kissing down her neck.

Ling Miaomiao feels that she and Mu Sheng are like real-life farmers and snakes. She warmed up the snake and he came to life, and began to bite in her arms.

He kissed her lower abdomen, the kiss getting hotter and hotter, with trembling breath, his hand reached behind her, and he skillfully pulled the strap behind her.

The bell in the corner of the bed started to ring.

"Why are you going down ..." The **** the bed had water in her eyes and fished in a panic. Without catching it, he slipped down smoothly. "Don't ..."

Her words suddenly dropped, and she became a sobbing panic.

His kiss was chaotic and burning, his white legs softly on his shoulders, his ankles were small, he couldn't hold a grip, and he shook agitated, helpless.

"Child period ..."

"Sub-period ..."

Mu Sheng looked up, the girl's face flushed, and there was a little trembling in the end.

She's almost done ...

Somehow, as soon as this thought came out, deep pity and the desire to row down the mountain appeared at the same time in his heart. He thought stubbornly, what would happen if he kept on hand?

She started struggling to escape, he grabbed her by the waist, pressed her in place, and lit a fire.

Then, the clouds underneath shivered and turned into a pool of soft, collapsing water that could not be picked up.

The bells jingled audibly, and with an amazed heart, he slowly and gently gathered the pool of water to make her a girl again.

In an instant, the first snow of the year was ushered in.

Snow fluttered outside the window, boiling water was rolling on the indoor stove, and Miao Miao also put on a furry collar jacket in the house.

When news of the death of Zhao Taifei came from Chang'an, the protagonist group was eating around the table.

Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi glanced at each other, knowing clearly, but did not say anything. Mu Sheng looked at Ling Miaomiao sideways. She just paused with her chopsticks and continued to eat as usual. She was calm and full of two or two rice paddies. She also praised Mu Yao's cooking skills.

In short, everyone pretends to be deaf and dumb about a certain speculation, indulging the most suspected people to the greatest extent.

Nonetheless, Ling Miaomiao observes her words and finds that Mu Sheng seems not very happy.

When he was worried, he lowered his eyebrows without saying a word, and his face seemed to show no clues-but since playing with him, she inexplicably gained an ability, even if he concealed herself, she could still At a glance he was unhappy.

Although she didn't quite understand why Black Lotus suddenly had resistance to the murder and arson that he hadn't cared about before, she was unhappy as she sat beside a large fluffy, heavy cloud.

When Liu Fuyi stretched out the chopsticks and took the last multi-grain bun on the bamboo sieve, he suddenly found Ling Miaomiao on the opposite side staring at him hopefully.

He just wanted to feed the buns to his mouth, hesitantly removed, hesitantly said: "Miao Miao ... Are you ... want to eat?"

Ling Miaomiao shook her head, her eyes bright, holding up the empty bamboo screen on the table: "Brother Liu, can you give me this?"

"..." Liu Fuyi couldn't help crying and chewing, and chewed up the buns. "Yes, there are some in the shop at the door. I will buy a new one tomorrow."

Ling Miaomiao nodded, and in the surprised eyes of Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao, satisfactorily took the big bamboo screen back to the room.

Snow flakes accumulated a thin layer on the blue stone slab in the yard, like the soft icing on the delicate pastries. The scattered yellow leaves were dull and stained with a little white.

Ling Miaomiao squatted in the yard, her gloved hands flicked away a small piece of snow, and carefully held up the bamboo screen diagonally with a short stick, exhaling the white air, and a layer of sweat on her forehead.

Suddenly the back was warm, she turned around, Mu Sheng gently put a cloak on her, almost covering her entire body.

She stood up and looked back, the snow was still falling, the small piece of wind was swirling and flying, the large piece of sticking together fell down, like the spring of the city, the thin snow fell on the shoulders of the teenager , Apparently standing for a while.

Ling Miaomiao stretched out his hand and touched his clothes. The single-layered one loosened his cloak and put it on his feet.

"Why wear so little? Dress it for you."

Mu Sheng pinched the edge of the cloak and looked at her with dark eyes, seeming a little puzzled: "I'm not cold."

Ling Miaomiao took off her gloves, stretched out her warm hands and touched his cold face, and smiled: "Isn't it cold?" He threw the gloves on his hands, "Here you are, This is for you too. "

Seeing that Mu Sheng looked at the glove in a daze, her hand stretched to the back of her neck again, untied a few straps, removed the fur collar from her jacket, and quickly wrapped around his neck.

The dark gray rex rabbit hair is fluffy and soft, and it is more and more white and red on his face, and his eyes are pure black, like a doll made of jade. Pulled to the front, he kissed his cheek on the cheek.

"..." Mu Sheng touched her side, staring at her, and completely flew into the sky.

Ling Miaomiao looked at him and smiled, her pink lips resembled the petals of early spring, with a touch of pride, and seemed to make fun of him. She squatted down and tied a rope to the rolling pin.

"... What are you doing?" Mu Sheng looked at her back, and her eyes finally fell on the bamboo screen leaning on the ground.

A small piece of snow has accumulated on the top of the inverted bamboo screen. The unmelted hexagonal ice crystals are shining, but the ground under the bamboo screen is very clean.

"What about catching a bird." Ling Miaomiao answered briskly while busy, clapped her hand and stood up, breathless in her hand. "There is an empty cage hanging in the house, looking strange and scary."

The bird cage in the corner of the room was roughly left by the former owner of the house, and somehow it was not taken away, hung there alone, and covered with dust.

He saw Miao Miao wipe it clean and put it on the table.

Mu Sheng's eyes seemed to be a little puzzled, and he looked up at the gray sky surrounded by the yard, and occasionally birds flew over it, a dark spot, trembling, seemed to be wet by the snow. Wings.

He put the wonderful gloves into his arms, took out a few sheets of rune paper from his sleeves, and put it neatly: "I will help you catch it."

"Don't use symbols." Miao Miao grabbed his hand and pointed to the ground, laughing excitedly. "It's interesting to catch it like this." Poke him, "Come on, grab the millet in the kitchen. "

Mu Sheng looked at her smile, collected the rune paper, and went to the kitchen obediently.

The food in winter was hard to find, and the magpie was too hungry to cry. After Xiaoxue took a break, he dragged his wings and paced the wall in despair.

Mung Bean's big eyes looked around, it had been staring at the millet below for a long time. It was put by people and piled into a small hill, I don't know what to do. There was only a straw hat-like thing next to it, lifeless.

In short, no one seemed to be watching.

It flew down from the wall and began to pace in the yard, pretending to slowly approach the small mountain food deliberately.

Behind the rockery, Ling Miaomiao looked at the right moment and tucked the rope to the person next to him: "Here, you pull."

Mu Sheng was suddenly plugged with a rope head and looked back. The girl next to him licked the gap in the stone cave like a rabbit with a pair of ears excited.

"..." His eyelashes were trembling, and he was actually nervous. "Am I pulling?"

"Yeah, you pull." Ling Miaomiao pulled his clothes and pulled him to his side, joking in a low voice, "You can't catch it if you pull it right ..."

The voice did not fall, his hand snapped, and the magpie, who had entered the shadow, had just picked up a second bite of the millet, and was horrified to find a behemoth knocked over his head.

"twitter……"

"Hold it, grab it!" Ling Miaomiao jumped up and down, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him out with excitement, squatted swiftly on the edge of the bamboo sieve, and didn't care about the skirt The pendulum was covered with wet water stains, and the bamboo screen was carefully lifted to one side.

"Tell ..." The bird saw the light, rushed out of the drill, flapped her wings in a panic, stepped on the back of her outstretched hand, and it was about to break free, her eyes widened, "Ah ... "

Mu Sheng's eyes were fast, his hands were gathered together, and he held it in the air in the air, feeling the living creatures in his hands flapping his wings and struggling.

The hands that pinched the countless cervical vertebrae, gently wrapped a lively bird without blood, and the wings of the bird swept on the palm of his hand, wild, with the wetness of Yu Xue.

Suddenly, he felt that time and space had turned upside down, as if it was the kid who was many years ago, and finally put the vibrant, pure and beautiful world in his palm.

The struggling touch was a heart that began to beat slowly in a pool of backwater, banging, banging, jumping and bright red.

His black eyes flashed, looking at the girl's delicate face, and it took a long time to open his lips: "Hold it."