The Guide to Capturing a Black Lotus

Chapter 46

When Mu Sheng came back, the two trees were full of people.

Duanyang emperor Ji holding Liu Fu clothes, really staring at a pair of eyes with black eyes, full of love to guard him. Seeing him coming, the sleepiness in his eyes suddenly became a wake-up call, and his face was full of words: "don't do anything to brother Liu!"

Mu Sheng was too lazy to pay attention to her, and turned to another green tung tree. Curled up under the tree to sleep a girl, the body's outer clothes are sleeping also don't know.

He looked coldly and saw that Ling Miaomiao's eyebrows were frowning tightly. He didn't know what he was dreaming about. Obviously, he was sleeping uneasily.

At night, the temperature is very low, so it is not suitable for sleeping in the open. These lovely flowers, like them, who have never experienced wind and frost, are likely to fall ill if they sleep like this.

Ling Miaomiao He frowned and said don't follow rashly. This man turned a deaf ear to his words.

A road maniac, I don't know how miraculously went on the right road so long and complex, found them.

Sleep in the wilderness

Muyao has already gone to liufuyi's side lightly. She doesn't know what to negotiate with Duanyang.

Mu Sheng looked at her sister from a distance, taking a handkerchief to wipe Liu Fu's face with love. There was no expression on her face.

He picked up the clothes on the ground and put them back on Ling Miaomiao. He piled some firewood not far away and made a fire.

The girl's tears rustle down, I do not know what kind of sad dream: "mother..."

I was stunned.

In my impression, Taicang only saw the sheriff, but not his wife. The sheriff had not been there for many years, and his family was cold and quiet.

Ling Miaomiao, a heartless man, has no mother to take care of him.

He suddenly felt pity for his life, and his face softened, as if he could share the loneliness in his heart in this quiet night.

*

"Niang..."

"Don't call me mother!" A stick on the boy's thin butterfly bone, made a purple mark on his back, "blame you, blame you, if it wasn't for you, how could we be in such a situation?"

In the eyes is the misty water color of Xizi lake, the rouge on the lips is the beautiful sunset in the sky.

Or she, gorgeous that she, but dead, bitterly staring at him: "where to go tomorrow, remember?"

Swallowing all the tears back to his throat, he nodded.

"Good boy." She rubbed his head, eyes sharp hate like an arrow, "that man is the enemy of our family, kill him, let him live forever, we can have a way to go."

She chuckled and looked solemn for a moment, but in a flash she began to cry, holding him in her arms and pouring warm tears into his collar. "Xiao sheng'er, I didn't mean to hit you. No one loves you as much as I do in the sky and the earth - "

his eyes like black grapes reflect the bonfire in the hospital, the black paper money remains burned, just like a few butterflies with black wings.

The boy's black hair fell on his shoulders.

In his eyes, he was just confused. In the end, he felt a layer of hatred.

Yes, kill him, kill her enemy, whatever she wants to do, he will do for her, let her sad people, he did not leave any.

*

I remember the day when I left Wufang Town, it was very cold.

Her tears are stars falling into the sky, one by one, with the rain falling. Her face was so pale that there was no warmth in her palm.

His knee was soaked in the puddle, and he had no consciousness. Staring at her kneeling in front like a clay figurine, he began to swim and count her eyelashes, one, two, three

She shook for a moment, and her lips were so pale that he was startled and forgot to count.

In such a downpour, the faces of the stone lions on the bridge head are hidden in the white fog, the door creaks and opens a crack, and the people inside are carrying a heavy pomegranate red skirt and supporting umbrellas obliquely:

"Rong Niang, it's no use kneeling. I gave you face, but what kind of guests did you offend? "

The sharp eyes fell on him, and his voice was filled with a cold and wet complaint. "I told you earlier that it was a disaster for him to keep it, but you just didn't listen..."

She raised her head, rain hit her smooth forehead, her delicate skin like white porcelain was washed by rain, washed away all the common Rouge powder, showing more earth shaking color.

This kind of ethereal beauty is a feather on the nine days, which does not fall into the world.

"But But we have nowhere to go... " She laughed sadly, raised her head to meet the rain, like countless times before, with a bamboo ladle with petals of hot water bath, "Xiao sheng'er is my child, is my baby."

"Alas." The man sighed, staring at the end of his shoulder length hair, and his eyes complained, "you know what the price of cutting off the moon is, why do you have to ruin your future..."

"My life has been ruined." She stares at the vermilion courtyard door, carefully looks at the peeling paint on it, "but Xiao sheng'er, he can't become a monster."

Her hair fell and she turned her face. He was surprised to find another pair of chestnut double pupils in her dark eyes.*

Ling Miaomiao wakes up with a start. She is covered with her outer clothes. The bonfire is burning warmly in front of her eyes, making a slight "crackling" sound.

She stared at the beating tongue of fire for a long time, then reached out to touch her face and felt the cold tears in her hands.

On the back of the green tung tree, Mu Sheng sits and rests against the trunk.

Over the years, he almost never really fell asleep. Although he closed his eyes, he kept alert all the time. A short rest was enough to support him to move on.

But in this dense forest, everything is sleeping, sister, everything is well, just within reach. On the back of the same tree, there was a warm fire and a sleepy Ling Miaomiao.

He fell into a long lost dream in her humming and hawing.

*

the bright sunlight came in from the window and cast it on the dark green tent. The tent was very thin and filtered the light layer by layer. Everything was softened and blurred by the warm sunlight. Small copper bells hung at the four corners of the tent. As long as the people on it turned over, they would make a clear sound.

There was a young girl lying on the bed, her bare legs cocked up, her toes small and delicate, her legs swaying.

When he came into the room, the girl did not notice it. She put a thin book in front of her and propped her cheeks on the bed. She read the book carefully and sometimes laughed, which made the bell shake even more severely.

When he approached, he found that the girl was only wearing a red belly bag, which only tied a thin thread on her bare back and tied a knot loosely.

This bright red thread sets off the snow-white skin, which is pressing people's eyes. Her hair is not pulled, randomly spread on the bed, from the raised butterfly bone, to the concave waist line, and then to the ups and downs of the buttocks, just like a sketch out, smooth to the extreme.

From that figure, he slowly recognized that it was Ling Miaomiao, which he had never seen before.

But in the dream, he walked forward so naturally, picked up the script in front of her and threw it on the floor in the distance.

The girl raised her head and said, "I'm watching. What are you doing with my book?"

His face and her close, innocent smile: "the sky is too dark, hurt the eyes."

"Nonsense." The girl frowned, "bring it to me quickly."

He just stood in front of him and said, "I don't know."

“…… You can

She clenched her teeth, suddenly with both hands, she wanted to pick it up by herself. Unexpectedly, when she let him reach out on purpose, the thin cloth also fell down.

She was so surprised that she had to bury her ears in his arms and cover up the scenery.

The bells in the corner of the bed kept ringing.

"Why are you shameless..." She scolded him hard, twisted him a few times and patted him on the back.

He didn't think so. He stroked her waist line so naturally and held her tightly, as if he had repeated it thousands of times.

His hand overlapped with the dream person's hand, fell on the warm skin, and rubbed along her waist, just like a baby's first unsophisticated touch of the enlightenment toy. He was a little confused to think that the most delicate stroke in the ink color was originally such a taste.

*

Mu Sheng suddenly stood up, his cheeks were slightly red, even his ears were red, and the confusion in his eyes gradually turned into great anger.

Why and how could it be her.

Back and forth, that's all that's left.

The peaceful and lazy dream, like the dreamland of poppy sea, induces the wandering wanderer to sink, which is the peace he never experienced in his life.

He never dreamed of his sister, but let her dream first.

Sister It can't be. It's not suitable from head to toe. Sister can't profane it, but she can't touch it. She thinks over and over again that she feels distant and strange.

It's as if this empty place with all kinds of charms will smile at him angrily. The person who is intimate with him and sink together can only be Ling Miaomiao who rolls in the world of mortals.

He turned his head stiffly. Ling Miaomiao was still sleeping on the fallen leaves. Her clothes slipped off again. The dew wet the thin silk shangru, revealing her white shoulders.

He threw the clothes back to her and stood in the same place, his hands clenched.

Heart, presumably or by the influence of Mei Xiang, will be so extraordinary.

As he walked deep into the forest, the withered leaves at his feet murmured, and the boy went all the way to the side of the stream, listening to the sound of the stream crashing against the stones.

He stepped into the stream and sat down without expression, half immersed in the cold water.

*

when Ling Miaomiao woke up for the second time, he was awakened by freezing. It's still dark. It takes a lot of effort to get used to the eternal night in the dreamland, especially when the temperature drops suddenly after sleeping. The wet and cold environment makes the cold soak into the bone.

"System prompt: after using the extra reward [image catalysis], please make persistent efforts. That's it. "

Image catalysis?Miaomiao was at a loss. He tilted his head and thought for a long time. Was that dream image catalysis?

The dream is full of endless misty rain in Wufang City, and the fine rain becomes the white fog covering the whole city. Close your eyes, and the intense sadness will rush to your heart.

Well, you should know more about the Black Lotus. You can use it if you use it.

Her heart is especially soft at night. She reaches into her sleeve and pinches a stack of Rune paper. She feels at ease and makes up her mind. When she sees the water ghost again, she will take the lead to put it out for Musheng.

Now, she knows more than the water ghost, and she will never want the Black Lotus to exchange sweet blood.

On the other hand, after spending most of the night, Duanyang emperor Ji finally can't hold on. She closes her eyes and falls into a strange dream. Her hand is still on Liu Fu's clothes, maintaining a posture of holding a doll. She didn't see it at all. Beside her, the dark figure gathered and formed. She walked to Ling Miaomiao after sleeping muyao with a grim smile.

Miaomiao felt the darkness in front of her eyes. Then she looked up and stared at the dark figure.

Ling Miaomiao

The man neither attacked her nor talked to her. He just stood for a moment, then turned around and walked step by step into the dense forest.

"System prompt: Task 1, two fourths of the progress task starts, please make preparations."

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