The Guide to Capturing a Black Lotus

Chapter 12

"What, you're leaving?"

Ling Miaomiao's mouth was wide open. "I'll start tomorrow. This Is it in such a hurry? "

The words did not fall, the mind repeated repeated sound of warning "Ding", just like the flood that broke the dam, rushing out.

You don't need to hear that her task completion is too low. Now the leading group is leaving Taicang, not to mention that there is no improvement in Mu Sheng, even the intimacy with Liu Fuyi is not enough.

"Miss Ling," Mu Yao gave her a gentle smile, which was hard to see. "We have been harassing here for a long time

There is a natural and unrestrained look in her eyes, especially when it comes to "home around the world", her voice is clear and loud, just like a swordswoman.

"No Soon... " Ling Miaomiao waved his hands and begged carefully for a while, "or You can stay for a while, I I'm still afraid. "

Muyao drank a sip of tea with a smile and looked tolerant and firm.

Miaomiao sees this hopelessness and turns to Liu Fu's clothes. Before he opens his mouth, the voice of Mu Sheng floats over.

"Afraid? Is Miss Ling still scared to sleep by the demon? " There seems to be a little moon in the black eyes, half squinting and laughing, "do you need to give you my sachet?"

As he said this, he poured out three or four autumn fragrance sachets from his sleeves and spread them on the tea table. The mouth of these sachets was tied with a bright white ribbon, which matched his hair band.

"Why, I think Master Liu's sachet is enough?" He saw that she hesitated, rather than smile, a pair of white and slender hands gathered in a few sachets, and in a twinkling of an eye he took them back.

Ling Miaomiao felt a chill on her back.

"Ah Sheng, don't be kidding." Liu Fuyi interrupts reproachfully and helps her out. Liu Fuyi, who was better dressed in white than snow, turned to look at her and said gently, "thank you for the hospitality of Miss Ling and Lord Ling these days."

"You don't have to thank Mr. Liu..."

Don't rush to thank you

Ling Miaomiao was anxious in his heart. After a while, he said, "I want to go with you."

It's not a question, but a strong statement.

A silence, three eyes together, gathered in her face, look different.

"Miss Ling, you can't joke about this kind of thing." Mu Yao frowned and said in a serious voice, "it's very difficult to catch demons. Let alone deal with those demons. It's hard for you to imagine living in such a romantic and outdoor life."

Mu Yao has a strong and independent personality. As Mu's parents and current principal, she is also an elitist. She can't accept a pig teammate who can't carry on her shoulders or lift her hands.

"I can." Ling Miaomiao stares at the innocent apricot eyes, and says, "I'm very strong. I can eat anything."

"We don't have a meal for you." Mu Sheng raised the corner of his mouth, and the next moment he was scolded by Mu Yao, "ah Sheng, is it time to joke?"

Schadenfreude's Mu Sheng instantly switched to the aggrieved channel, dropped his eyelashes very gently, and immediately became silent.

Ling Miaomiao laments in her heart that there is no such thing as the sheriff's house. If she is not forced by her father to the leading group, how can they accept her?

Mu Yao turned her head and said firmly: "Miss Ling has never experienced such a life. I'm afraid she doesn't know how hard it is..." She couldn't persuade people. Seeing Ling Miaomiao's appearance of crying, she showed some chagrin and motioned Liu Fuyi to go on.

Brush clothes smile: "Miss Ling why suddenly want to go with us?"

"I..." Miaomiao thought for a moment, staring at a pair of dark star eyes, eyes dry, tears naturally secreted, "I don't want to live such a day..."

Her tone became more aggrieved and her eyes were covered with water mist. "Before I met you, I also succumbed to the fate of my parents and felt that it was my life to be trapped in the boudoir all my life."

She looked at Liu Fuyi with tears in her eyes. "But when I met you, I knew that people could live a natural and free life."

"But it's not as natural and free as you think..." Mu Yao frowns and interrupts, but she waves her hand to finish listening.

"I don't want to stay in this small world all my life, marry a stranger, be trapped in daily necessities, and finally grow old. I can choose my life, I want to leave some different colors in my life Even if it's dangerous, I'm not afraid of it. In this way, I can think about it later... "

At the end of the speech, Ling Miaomiao closed his mouth, and the two lines of tears flowed down at the right time. Looking at the eyes of Liu Fu's clothes, it was like two burning sparks.

Miaomiao was moved by herself. If she was the leading role, Liu Fuyi would embrace her next second.

Mu Yao was powerless and silent, and her glance at Liu Fu's clothes was full of worry.

Liu Fu's clothes fell into meditation. After a long time, he took out the handkerchief from his arms and kindly handed it to Miaomiao. He looked at her and wiped her tears. His eyes were very gentle, and his tone was even encouraging: "this is a big deal. Have you discussed it with your father?""Brush your clothes!" Mu Yao is extremely nervous. In her opinion, Miaomiao's boudoir daughters are always too idealistic. What they think is romantic and romantic is actually not the same thing. "Miss Ling, I understand what you mean, but..."

"Mr. Liu, sister mu, I promise I won't hold you back. If I can't beat you, I'll hide. I'll keep fit every morning. I can run very fast."

Ling Miaomiao saw that Liu Fu's clothes were loose. She was overjoyed and vomited out a string of promises. She patted her chest and lied without changing her face. "I discussed with my father, and he also agreed with me to go out for training and broaden my horizons."

At the end of the speech, he bit his lips and fixed his eyes on the person in front of him.

"I don't think so."

"I don't agree."

The voices of Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi both sounded. They were both stunned and turned their heads to look at each other.

One to one, embarrassing situation.

"Yao'er, Miss Ling is not as delicate as an ordinary lady. She has some courage and insight..."

Especially in the face of the water mirror, he did not change his face, but also talked with him about such a complex trap. He was very admired for his clear organization and quick response.

In fact, when Ling Miaomiao sighed that he had a high IQ, he also thought in his heart how amazing Miss Ling would be if she was born in a demon catching family - what a pity.

Mu Yao's look is a little complicated. She looks at Fu Yi's fresh expression when she mentions Miss Ling. She wants to say something, but she doesn't say it in the end.

She said coldly, "I must be responsible for Miss Ling's safety. If something happens, who will be responsible?"

"I won't let Miss Ling have an accident." Fu Yi's reply was understated, and the words showed his unique calm and conceited temperament.

This once again angered Mu Yao, her face even worse: "no way."

"Yao er." Fu Yi frowned, "I know you are worried about the progress of catching demons, but are you too arbitrary to refuse before you have seen Miss Ling's ability?"

Mu Yao raised her eyes and looked at him, full of disbelief: "in your eyes, am I such a person?"

Ling Miaomiao saw that the atmosphere between them was becoming more and more tense. For a moment, he was at a loss and sweating.

"Ding - task reward: due to the over completion of the host's intensified conflict task, reward [image catalysis] once, and remind the end."

Ling Miaomiao was so depressed that he wanted to cry.

What is image catalysis? Is this invisible reward really mocking her?

She slightly tilted her head and saw Mu Sheng watching the fire from the other side, with an elusive smile on her lips. She was happily watching the conflict between the hero and the heroine break out.

No one can count on him.

"Stop arguing..." Miaomiao stepped forward, inserted between them, relieved, "I know sister Mu is for my safety, I won't catch demons, it's a small matter to die, it's a big matter to affect you..."

She looked at Mu Yao and said, "I promise that I will be smart. I will never love to fight when I need to run. I will never involve my teammates when I need to kill myself. I will focus on the collective..."

She took Mu Yao's hand and put it in the palm of Fu Yi's hand. As she withdrew from the two, she carefully added, "both of you are powerful people. You must protect me together I'll grow up, I promise

Muyao's hand was cold and he put it in the palm of his hand. He looked at her pale and stubborn side face. Suddenly, he felt distressed. He held her little hand in his hand and tightened it tightly.

Mu Yao looked at him with a more relaxed look.

Mu Sheng saw Ling Miaomiao retreating into the corner and let out a sigh of relief. She narrowed her eyes slightly: doesn't she like Liu Fu's clothes?

What is she doing now?

"Sister." He spoke slowly.

Miaomiao stares at the Black Lotus, and her heart is in her throat.

"I think..."

"Don't worry, Mr. mu. I don't have to eat two or two meals at once!" Miaomiao was afraid of regeneration, so she stretched out her hand and made an exaggerated oath, "it's ok if I don't eat for a day."

It's no laughing or crying. He looked at her a pair of apricot eyes inside nervous and look forward to, turn to glance at is soft voice coax Mu Yao Liu Fu clothes.

After a while, he said softly, "I think Miss Ling is quite suitable for catching demons."

With that, he gave Ling Miaomiao a meaningful smile.

To find someone to wrap Liu Fu's clothes tightly, so that he has no energy to disturb his sister, he can't wait.

Mu Yao left in a gloomy mood, and the thin white gauze sleeves flew over the wooden railings of the corridor.

White Oleander opened, a tree of snow-white decorated in the corridor next to. When Mu Sheng and Miao Miao walked side by side, Miao Miao sneezed at the smell of flowers.

"By the way," Mu Sheng asked faintly, "what was Miss Ling thinking when she looked at my sachet just now?"

"Ah?" Ling Miaomiao blew his nose hard, and then he began to think at a loss. His eyes lingered on his jade carved face, a little embarrassed: "I'm thinking that the ribbon on the opening of your sachet is familiar, and it can't be tied with your hair band?"Mu Sheng laughed, slender fingers around the hair band on his head, "are you very interested in this?"

“…… No Ling Miaomiao's words are right and wrong. At last, he praised sincerely, "it's really beautiful. It matches you."

Mu Sheng chuckled and put down his hand. The bright hair band fluttered in the wind, and the black hair seemed to stop a fluttering butterfly.

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