Chapter 22

Miaomiao can't help but step back two steps to see the expression of the black lotus as if it was looking at a monster.

"Are you afraid of that?" He turned his head and walked on his own, with a sneer on his lips.

What tolerance, but so, nothing different.

Don't want to just walk two steps, behind the crowd panting to catch up: "you wait, you stop!"

Turning around, it was Ling Miaomiao's face: "what did you just post to me?" She didn't expect him to answer. After asking, she held out a hand. The anger on her face only lasted for a moment. Then she laughed with no skin and no face. "It's very useful. Give me one."

Ling Miaomiao is quite calm: he can't be treated like a normal person. If this man is not black to the bone, he is not a black lotus.

“……” Mu Sheng's eyes fell on her palm, and her steps slowed down. "I've given you sachets."

"Come on, don't you trade with me?"

He snorted and looked down at the black ashes on the ground: "what have you changed?"

On the unreasonable, Ling Miaomiao obedience.

Finally, the sachet, which has been a hindrance to the eyes for several months, is destroyed. Ling Miaomiao finds that Mu Sheng is very happy, and even takes the initiative to talk to her: "don't you mean to have a chat?"

Just talk.

Miaomiao idly turned the rune paper in his hand: "it must have been very easy for you to learn these spells when you were a child?"

Ling Miaomiao is very sensitive to numbers. Although the formula and symbols are more complicated, there are still rules to follow. Liu Fuyi taught her for a long time, but she has basically mastered them. Heilianhua has always been smart and must be a gifted player who has never suffered much. Once you have a chance to climb up, you will seize it with all your might. At a young age, you are already one of the best.

Mu Sheng glanced at her for a long time and joked: "these basic spells are really difficult. The tricks Miss Ling just used are all the ones I used when I was a child. "

“……” I didn't expect that the Black Lotus would see through her. "That's really a coincidence."

"I advise you to save it." Mu Sheng looks at Liu Fu's clothes in the distance. There is a cold smile in his dark eyes: "it's not yours, it will never belong to you."

Miaomiao frowned: "where do you want to go? I just treat brother Liu as my brother."

Mu Sheng seems to have heard something extremely interesting: "I'm just sister Mu Yao..."

It came to an abrupt end.

Two people four eyes opposite, wonderful efforts to put away the face of consternation, Mu voice expression some at a loss.

The secret that no one had ever known, even the idea of treason that he had never explicitly admitted, was so easily and almost forgotten to speak out in front of her?

Miaomiao withstood the pressure and stubbornly changed the topic: "by the way, you had so many scars on your back that day, were they all hit by monsters?"

Mu Sheng returned to God, eyes immediately shrouded in a layer of dark, "the demon will not leave traces on me."

Miaomiao glanced at his bloody left wrist carefully. Sure enough, it was white and smooth. He couldn't help but wonder: "that's..."

"Nature is man's masterpiece," he said with a meaningless smile

"Master, don't you say Yao'er won't be hurt if he's here? How could... " The pearly woman's lips were red, and she kept wiping her tears with silk.

It was dark in the hall, the candle light was dim, and the masonry floor was cold and hard.

"Our Mu family is different from the past. If there are more people, there will be more food. It's not easy for me to raise him. If I don't point to him to protect Yao'er, how can Yao'er protect him..." The voice contains endless grievances, and every sentence is full of complaints.

"Yirong, say a few words." There was a woman in white sitting on the table. She combed her hair in a simple bun. There was a white jade lotus hairpin on the bun. There were fine lines at the corners of her eyes. She supported her forehead with her hand and reminded her angrily, "Yao'er just fell asleep. Don't wake her up again."

"Hum, it's not my sister's own flesh and blood. How can you be distressed..." The woman sobbed even more severely. The corner of her eye was staring at the man next to the woman in white. Seeing that he was frowning and impatient, she immediately stopped crying and turned to the boy kneeling on the ground. The fierce look in her eyes made him shiver. "Little boy, how about kneeling? It's all because of you Because of you, Yao'er will get hurt! "

The servant twisted his hands behind his back and pressed them to the ground. His black grape like eyes reflected the hand of the woman with the jade ring and slapped her.

"Pa --" his eyes closed, his ears roared, and his face swelled with five fingerprints, burning pain.

"Enough, Yirong." The white woman's face was a little sallow. She looked very tired, but she didn't mean to stop her. She just said slowly, "how old is he? He's not good at art. Seeing that kind of demon, he must subconsciously want to hide..."

"Hiding?" The woman's Scarlet eyes widened. "He wants to hide. Where is he hiding? Hiding behind Yao'er? "

Another slap came up and made a crisp sound, which broke the child's lips and made him bleed. He was silent, wide eyed, and his thin body trembled slightly.The woman paused, looked at her palm, and looked disgusted: "even the smell of blood is disgusting."

The woman in white sighed: "ah Sheng, tell your aunt Rong to make a mistake."

"What's the use of admitting mistakes?" The woman grabbed his face and said, "if Yao'er has any problems, you have to pay for your life!"

"Well..." Those eyes were filled with tears because of pain, but they were a bit at a loss. The twinkling of moving stars in the eyes, I do not know why aroused the disgust of all people.

"Speak, you wretch!"

“…… Sorry Sister... "

The woman was so angry that she stepped back two steps, "say it again? Sorry, who

That pair of dark eyes raised, childish eyes even flashed a little beast like anger: "only I'm sorry, sister

"Ha In her eyes, she was shocked and angry. Her red lips opened and closed, "it's against you..." She turned her head, covered her face with silk, and cried out: "master! I have a hard life - being pushed on the nose by a little boy You don't care... "

"All right." There was a low rebuke from the audience. The man in the dark brown robe stood up with his hands down, like a God. There was a fierce expression in his eyes, "please stop!"

"Master..." Yi Rong did not depend on her, and her tears were even more fierce. "We look bright outside, but what's inside? Don't you know? When the Mu family came here, Yao'er was the only one left. She had an accident in three days and raised this baby. She thought she could live in peace, but she turned out to be a god of pestilence I think it's the end of the day, Mu family... "

Her voice is used to be obsequious. Even if she is crying and complaining, the end of her voice is like a hook with an upturned hook, which makes her head ache: "master, I will give birth to this daughter for you. If Yao Er can't keep it, I won't live any more..."

The woman in white coughed twice and looked very ugly.

The middle-aged man came down with a cold face and came to the kneeling boy step by step. He was condescending, his face was blue and white, with endless prestige.

"Mu Sheng, do you know what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry Sister... "

The man frowned: "I'm talking to you -"

"sorry, sister..." Small face up, that pair of eyes with tears, tears Yingran between, if there seems to be no show a kind of age does not match the charm.

The man was stunned, and his look became complicated. He took out a whip from his arms and knocked over the child on the ground: "can't you hear me?"

"Master..." The woman in white was surprised. She coughed and stood up. She half covered her mouth with a handkerchief. "He's still a child. How did you do that?"

Pop, pop. Whip with strong wind pumping in the body, is the dull sound of flesh and skin: "next time I see a monster, still hide?"

When the whip hit the marble floor, it sounded like a firecracker: "you have to fight to protect your sister. You can't let her get hurt. Do you know?"

The harsh sound came alternately. At first, there was a small animal like hum, and finally it turned into an unconscious whimper.

"Sister, what kind of child is he?" Yi Rong curled her lips and looked at the ground with a sneer. "It's not for nothing to save his life."

Candlelight is flickering, vision is fuzzy, warm liquid flows into the eyes, hot pain.

In the damp and dark wood room, all the wounds are crying with pain. In front of her eyes is the skirt of a woman in white. Her eyes are worried and pitied. She squats down, touches his head with her cold hand, and sighs: "maybe in the beginning, I shouldn't bring you back..."

Mu Sheng closed his eyes and said nothing.

She is always on one side, hesitant to intervene, but does not protect to the end.

Like Mu Yao, she gives people ethereal hope and illusion of happiness, like a mirage seen by a dying person, like a Bodhisattva far away in the sky, shrouded in the halo of kindness, but can never cross him.

The smile of Mu Sheng is extremely ironic: "this is my Mu family's family law."

Miaomiao only remembers that his parents treat him coldly in the original book, but he doesn't want to be indifferent to this coldness. He can't help feeling disgusted and muttering: "it's cruel..."

"What did you say?"

"Well, it's nothing. I'm just thinking..." Miaomiao felt, "is the so-called demon catching family necessarily just? They have made great contributions to the world in catching demons. Does that mean they can't make mistakes in other ways? "

Murmured for a moment: "what does that mean?"

"That's to say, they went too far." Miaomiao looked at him, "I saw your injury that day. It's not an ordinary family way. No one will discipline children in this way."

Family law, I'm afraid it's not domestic violence.

Mu Sheng smiles indifferently: "it's because I didn't protect my sister well that I was beaten."

Miaomiao sighed: "why do you have to protect your sister all the time?" She asked the question she had been puzzling in her heart since she read, "can't someone protect you?"Mu Sheng's eyes stopped for a moment. At that moment, it was like the stars in the sky flowing backwards and converging together to the source of the universe.

"No way." He raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the setting sun slowly sliding toward the sky. He said blandly, "I wish I could not die myself."

The silence spread. Ling Miaomiao coughed a few times and raised the charm on his hand Do you still teach? "

Mu Sheng turned to look at her: "don't use Rune paper, I'll teach you to explode sparks."

A second ago, he was still hurting the beauty of spring and autumn for the Black Lotus, and almost jumped up: "really?"

Mujia's unique skill explodes the spark! Did she pick up the artificial gold finger?

Mu Sheng, with a smile in his mouth, took her hand from behind, adjusted it for a long time, and pinched a twisted posture. His hand inadvertently rubbed her clothes several times, making her itchy.

"I'll just say the formula once." He read it in a low voice and released her hand. "You come."

Ling Miaomiao closed her eyes tightly and read the formula nervously. Then with a bang, a beautiful spark exploded in her hand.

"Wow! Mu Sheng -- "her eyes were very bright," you are too powerful! "

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