Black Lotus Tactics Manual - Chapter 94

“What did the alchemist say to Gongzi Zhao? Why did he leave Murong Shi away?”

“Yeah! It’s about to be born at this time …”

There was a loud noise from the audience, and the audience was filled with indignation.

The old man raised his hand, beckoning them to be restless and wait for a while to calm down, “The alchemist just handed Zhao Gongzi a piece of paper and said to him, ‘That Murong is not an ordinary person, if you don’t want to be blinded by her In the drum, I was bewitched by people, so I tried it. ‘”

Suddenly the audience was silent, and only the old man’s voice was ringing: “Mr. Zhao immediately froze. He did not immediately go to Murong, but looked at the paper on the table and quietly recalled the days of these years.

“He thinks that in the twenty years he has lived, he has never seen a beautiful woman like Murong-at least according to his standards, no one looks better than Murong. She is unpretentious, The temperament is also easy-going and gentle, just like a snow lotus on the mountain, without any mundane contamination, so he often wonders, how does a naive person like her grow so smoothly?

“He sat in the study room for several days, and he made a terrible guess: Is Murong in his eyes really the real one? He hates women’s disguise and manicure most in his life, and Murong seems to be tailored for him in one fell swoop. Every move is to his will. If Murong ’s innocence is pure and pure, would it be a disguise from the beginning? ”

“Princess Zhao is not a naive person. He was born in the splendid Zhumen with a splendid appearance and a corrupt inside. He grew up in the center of the whirlpool of power struggle. Conspiracy and scheming, and people’s resentment, he has seen more, and he is not sceptical to speculate the reality with the greatest maliciousness. This The suspicion made him fall into the ice cave, only to feel that his longing for a better life was all broken overnight. ”

“He began to recall his strong feelings for Murong again and again. From the day he first saw him, his love for Murong has continued to increase, lest he cannot take his heart out of his lungs, and even a self-confident person like him, She always feels ashamed in front of her. ”

“And is his fascination with her true?”

“He thought back in panic. Was his exaggerated love for Murongs originated from the heart, or was it a magical obstacle caused by confusion?”

“He started to get angry. Our son, Zhao, has always lived happily. He is not asking for fame and fortune in his life, nor is it a splendid glory, but it is a” true “. He does not hesitate to bear the name of “Tun Caiao Wu”, but how can he tolerate being misled by a woman by other means and producing a false feeling? ”

After finishing the problem, Ling Miaomiao went to the cubicle to boil water and took a bath, and changed to clean clothes. Then she took a sigh of relief, wiped her hair, and returned to the room decently and comfortably.

“Ding-System prompt: The character to be attacked [Mu Sheng] has reached 95% favorability. Please make persistent efforts. The prompt is complete.”

Somehow, she was very disgusted with the sound of systematic Annunciation. She always felt that a cold number was inserted between her and Mu Sheng, two living people, which made people sad.

Ling Miaomiao adjusted her mood and walked in slowly.

The broken porcelain pieces and stagnant water on the ground were cleaned, and the remaining water stains were also wiped dry. The room was almost spotless, and there was almost no life-and-death battle between them.

The warm incense burned in the room, and the air was sweet and full of flavour, which made everyone feel relaxed as soon as they entered.

The teenager’s clothes were well-dressed, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, and the sunlight fell through his dark green tent and fell on his dark hair.

If it weren’t for him, he was carelessly rubbing a skull, it was a very quiet and beautiful scene.

Ling Miaomiao snatched the skull in his hand, put it aside smoothly, leaned down, blinked and looked at his face: “What are you doing?”

He raised his head quietly and watched her with dark eyes like autumn water, earnestly said: “Waiting for you.”

This looks innocent and well-behaved, and it almost hardly bears bullying.

Ling Miaomiao looked at him with a tilted head and smiled: “Waiting to thank you for your life-saving benefactor?”

“… Sorry.” His eyes flickered, looking at her face with anxiety, as if afraid of being abandoned by a puppy.

“… Childhood,” Ling Miaomiao sat beside him, her hair-wiping hand stopped, and he talked to him with a square scarf, “I can promise you that I won’t talk to Brother Liu alone in no one’s place. . ”

She deliberately bitten the word “alone” and turned her head to look in his eyes. “But you can’t help me talk to others, otherwise what’s the use of my long mouth?” She raised like a cat Lifting the chin, “You said, is there such a reason?”

Mu Sheng reached over, took the square scarf over her head, rubbed it gently, carefully avoided her ears, and raised her corner of her mouth mockingly: “Miao Miao, you can do anything.”

He paused, his eyes black, “I’m just jealous …” There was a slight confusion on his face, and all the anger, hatred, and admiration slipped away, softly, “Do you know how jealous I am?”

“… that’s about three chapters.” Ling Miaomiao looked at him and sighed, “Don’t we mention Brother Liu in the future, will we?”

“Well.” He agreed softly, sniffing a slight fragrance in her hair, a little shimmer reflected in his eyes, and the tone became lighter, “I promise you everything.”

When the words fell, he leaned in, closed his eyes, kissed skillfully, and thick eyelashes decorated this face quietly and tenderly.

Miao Miao paused, gently pushed his face away, and then said, “Do not tie people without moving.”

The teenager opened his eyes and his tone was unusually innocent: “I haven’t tied anyone else, I always killed it directly.”

“…” Miao Miao was speechless for a while, not knowing whether to scold him or praise him frankly.

“Then you shouldn’t even tie me. I’m the wife your Ming media is marrying. If you forcibly bind me, it’s … it’s the next three abuses.”

She thought that she had said something very heavy, and she should leave a stroke in his thin self-esteem, so that he could feel pain and reflection, and somehow he looked at her and smiled slightly.

I wonder if it was the “wife who was marrying the Ming media” who pleased him. His expression, and even the tone, were all soft and confused.

Like a smoker who is ill and suffering, he smiles and laughs in the smoke, with a faint signal of help, desperately and shamelessly shows to others: “Now do you know what I am?”

Ling Miaomiao looked at him, her heart was angry, Liu Liu frowned, “What? Primate, man.”

She grabbed his collar and pulled his jade-white face fiercely in front of her. The two almost tipped their noses to the tip of the nose: “Children,” she looked at him, her eyes turned with his eyes, and her teeth were gnashing her teeth. Whispered, “I treat myself as something, don’t other people treat you as something, you know?”

The unreasonable grief was like a sharp sword urging her atrium, spraying a sour and irritated juice, hoping to hit the face in front of him a few times to see if he was still awake.

She stared at him bitterly, somehow thinking, tilting her face and biting his lips with her mouth open.

The teenager looked at her deeply, and immediately closed her eyes, kissing her lips softly at the bite.

Miao Miao spread the hand of his collar, loosened her fangs and teeth, his hand held her face, and kissed eagerly and eagerly.

The bells in the corner of the bed rang softly, like a pair of chilling children hugging each other to warm each other, but wishing to rub them into their bodies.

“Mr. Zhao thought for three days and was determined to confirm it.”

“He didn’t verify it with rune paper as the alchemist said. Instead, he found Murong and asked her directly.”

“They closed the door and talked for a quarter of an hour. When Mr. Zhao went out, he looked as if he was ashamed, and he immediately packed his luggage without saying a word, and left Wufang Town. Murong’s stomach was leaning on the door, looking at the face with panic. He. She didn’t stop, but opened her beautiful eyes and watched him leave desperately. ”

“The expression on her face is like a glazed beauty who was shattered.”

“Mr. Zhao is seriously ill. One month later, under the arrangement of the Zhao family, he married a noble girl of the official family. Zhao’s sister was very proud, but from that day on, he almost never smiled again. Ever. ”

“What about Murong’s children?” Someone shouted in the air below.

“Murong gave birth to a child alone on a thunderstorm night.”

“She didn’t ask the mother-in-law, but she sat on the cold floor of her home, opened her eyes in the dark, slender fingers grabbed the legs of the table, and gave a moan like a dying kitten. She woke up faintly until midnight She gave birth to a child, her skirt was soaked in a muddy pool of blood, and the whole person was soaked in sweat, as if it was taken out of a water tank. ”

“There was a lot of thunder outside, she fumbled in the dark. She cut the umbilical cord with the prepared scissors, and stabbed her palm accidentally in a panic-before that, Mr. Zhao didn’t even allow her to touch with scissors. She cares Without getting blood on her hands, she picked up the crying child, buried it in her thin shirt, and kissed his forehead. She was so exhausted that she fainted like that. ”

Ling Miaomiao thought to herself that although she had never eaten pork, she had seen the pig run anyway. The man in front of him had lived for 18 years, but he hadn’t even seen a pig run, and he felt a little pity.

After pitying, she felt that as the slightly richer party, she should take the initiative to lead him before she could fulfill her responsibilities.

In this way, the little panic and hesitation were instantly replaced by a solemn sense of responsibility.

She hugged the teenager’s neck with little skill, leaning her entire body on him.

Mu Sheng froze for a moment, and felt her strong desire to overthrow herself, so she leaned back and let her press on the bed obediently.

Ling Miaomiao was lying on his body, his fingers forcibly calming his robe, his hands were shaking tremblingly, and he couldn’t untie them for a long time, and he cried awkwardly under his gaze.

Facing her eyes, she had a thin sweat on her forehead, and her dark black apricot eyes were panicked with embarrassment, and her semi-dry hair was scattered on his blouse. A little account.

The teenager grabbed her fingers in the air, his eyes dark, with soft water.

After stalemate for two or three seconds, he hugged her waist and turned over inside the tent, and the positions of the two were reversed. He stood up slightly, pursed his lips, unfastened his robe with his right hand, and his fingers shook slightly unnoticeably.

“This way.” He looked at her for a long while and spit out three words.

Ling Miaomiao looked at him, speechless.

He untied it, but did not take it off, hung his clothes, and leaned over to kiss her earlobe, brushing her eyelashes on her cheek, as if someone scratched it with feathers.

His kiss was also unstable, with a fiery smell, down her earlobe, down to the neck, and then down, smelling a little floral fragrance on her lapel.

He was dazzled for a while, and his hands were touching her warm cheeks, grasping the laces on her upper front, and pulled away a little.

“Can’t you do this …” Miao Miao’s fingers scratched his back at a loss, his eyes rolled around, and said in a small voice: “I … a little uncomfortable.”

The sky outside was dimly visible, and the light in the tent turned warm yellow, spreading on her forehead.

The teenager was kissing her side face, Wen Yan raised her face to see her, the black hair slipped down, a thin layer of sweat was rarely on his forehead, his eyes were a little dazed, and he said softly: “I also … sick . ”

Miao Miao instinctively felt that such a stalemate was not a way, but she felt a little afraid of the unknown. Until his fingers touched the staggered whip marks on his back, his heart suddenly softened: “Then you just … how come you feel comfortable.”

“Um …” He seemed to have promised, and finally took that step, feeling the person under him breathing in silence.

He lowered his head and lifted her sweaty hair from her forehead. His voice was low: “Does it hurt?”

Miao Miao clenched her teeth, her eyes flickered, and she fell back, gently, as if reassuring him in reverse: “It’s … okay.”

His heart was filled with warmth, and he felt that he seemed to be floating on the cloud, and his happiness was a bit unreal.

Kissing her lips with her head bowed down, she didn’t give her a chance to cry, and slowly let herself go.

In the chaos, his fingers pressed against her lips wildly, and she raised her teeth on the lower lip: “Don’t bite yourself.”

Miao Miao’s tiger teeth grinded anxiously with his fingertips and scolded gaspingly: “Don’t bite … I … do you bite you?”

He really reached over the back of his hand obediently: “Yes.”

She stretched her hand gently, pushed his hand away, and quickly sealed her lips along the original tooth marks, as if **** the lid to a bottle of unstable soda.

His eyes were fast and he raised her teeth again with fingers, rubbing her lips with pity, with a chaotic breath, said in her ear: “Miao Miao, you can speak.”

The author has something to say: Miao: I haven’t even seen this pig running next to me.

Sound: Eaten. (Whisper BB)

Water ghost: Enough! Enough! If you are dead, you still have to suffer this kind of torture.