Chapter 42

Ling Miaomiao was shaking all over, and his heart beat like a big drum, which almost infected the voice of mu. He broke off her fingers holding his clothes tightly and scolded: "it's Huanxi Buddha, haven't you seen it?"

He was a little surprised at Ling Miaomiao's fierce reaction. Wanjiang Water Ghost bared his teeth and came up to eat people. He didn't see her scared like this.

"Huan Happy Buddha... " She slowly regained her mind, and her heart beat steadily.

It's not that she hasn't heard of the joyful Buddha of the secret religion, but the sculptures are works of art that are divorced from the vulgar taste. Unlike the licentious intercourse that challenges the limits of the human body, there is no aesthetic feeling to speak of, which makes people feel dizzy.

Now she has some pity for Duanyang emperor Ji, a girl, who can eat and sleep when she sees such a scene all day in her dream?

"All right, dummies." Mu Sheng, for her rare faux pas, patted her stiffly, expecting her to get up quickly.

Who knows her hand is still tightly around his waist, and the temperature on her body gradually rises, slowly fumigating a intoxicating fragrance of flowers from her neck.

Mu Sheng is not a gentleman. Because of the magic, his mind is more fragile than that of the general demon catcher. This kind of environment is not good for him. His face immediately frosted, "Ling Miaomiao, you let go."

"I I can't let it go... "

Ling Miaomiao is about to cry.

I don't know what the aroma of gardenia is. When I inhale it, my limbs are like tens of thousands of ants gnawing at me. I don't listen to them. My heart is hot and dry. I want to hold my arms tightly when I see someone. I have to try my best to restrain myself, so that I can barely keep my mind. Not to mention the severe paralysis of my fingertips, the whole person becomes a large dodder flower relying on plants

As a high-risk person, she should be given a constitution that is not bad for Vajra and is not invaded by five poisons. What's the matter now!

Black Lotus as a qualified disease Jiao, must also have feelings of cleanliness, who dares to damage his reputation and integrity to rush on the body, he does not pull people down to pieces.

"Ding - High Risk Reminder: the character's [mu Sheng] liking degree has decreased by 1%."

"Ding - High Risk Reminder: the character's [mu Sheng] liking degree has decreased by 2%."

"Ding - High Risk Reminder: the role's [mu Sheng] popularity decreased by 4.5%."

“……”

Ling Miaomiao's heart is bleeding.

The next second, Mu Sheng successfully broke off her hand, put her down, like controlling terrorists, and pressed her hands on the futon.

The explosive system prompt finally stopped, and Ling Miaomiao responded with tears: "thank you."

Mu Sheng

He let go of his hand.

Miaomiao was so tired that she turned over and lay back on the floor.

Mu Sheng looked at her coldly. The girl was lying on her pillow with her long hair scattered in disorder. She closed her eyes slightly. Her long eyelashes were shaking slightly. Her cheeks were unusually red. It was obvious that she had been hit seriously Mei Xiang.

He hesitated and pushed her: "hello."

Ling Miaomiao suddenly shrank back. Her eyes were sparkling, half eager and half pleading. Her voice was out of tune: "don't Don't touch me

Teach her to take a look like this, Mu Sheng just touched her fingertips, they all seemed to be burned like fire, and the evil fire in her heart leaped up.

Just now she pasted it herself, but now it looks like what he wants to do to her.

Outside the door, the night was deep, and the fantasy and reality were intertwined. The girl lay in the middle of a group of joyful Buddhas with scarlet cheeks

As soon as one's mind is gone with the wind, one will be distracted and suppressed. As soon as one's mind is distracted, one will be restless and angry.

Up to now, no one can interfere with him like this

The light of her eyes fell on her. Ling Miaomiao was already half struggling to sit up and straighten out her hair. Her white dress embroidered with chrysanthemums reflected the purest moonlight, while her face It's the most charming color.

The rage in my heart was quickly wiped out and turned into an empty restlessness.

No way.

There is a confused guess in his heart: if we don't cut the mess quickly at this time, things will not be controlled by him from now on.

He can't predict what he will be like.

He stood up with his hands and put the demon handle. The steel ring glittered and floated in the air, just like a leading general.

The life of ordinary girls is so different from their bizarre life that they should not have intersection. He has already had a thousand reasons to leave her.

Leave. You have to leave now.

He stepped forward and suddenly took a hand across the corner of his robe.

Ling Miaomiao struggles between illusion and reality. He only remembers that he subconsciously pulls on Mu Sheng who is about to run away. In fact, it's not fear, it's the sequelae of being left on the street too many times by him.

The Black Lotus is indeed changeable, but it is a gold medal in the world.Mu Sheng didn't make a sound for a long time. Miaomiao tried his best to open his eyes, just to his dark eyes.

That pair of black eyes without a smile, seems to be seriously making a choice, serious with confusion at a loss. Eyes like snow covered fields, white and lifeless.

She was startled and then slowly released her hand.

After all, she's not mu Yao, and she's not the only one in Mu Sheng's heart that can't be replaced. Even if she talks and laughs and shares weal and woe for a second, it's just It's just

Forget it.

She pulled back her hand, turned over with all her strength, turned her back to Mu Sheng, and kneaded herself into a ball.

In the book, she, Liu Fuyi, and Mu Yao are all here. Even if they are left here, someone else will come to save them.

The cold sweat rolled down her forehead. She closed her eyes and thought, "I'm a heavy actor. I don't want to ask people who have no conscience."!

When Mu Sheng saw that she let go, his heart suddenly emptied. A kind of restlessness that he had never felt before suddenly filled his heart. His mind was in a mess again. His steps seemed to stick to the floor, and he couldn't lift them up.

Ling Miaomiao's five senses were very dull. When she didn't pay attention to turning over, something big as a palm fell out of her sleeve and fell on the marble floor with a crackle.

Mu Sheng was stunned and bent down to pick it up.

It's a half made bamboo dragonfly. The barbs at the bamboo nodes have been finely polished. Half of its wings are delicate, and the edges are as thin as a blade. The other half is still a whole piece of material, so there is no time to carve.

"Mu Sheng."

He suddenly a Zheng, only see girl side eye a clump of thick eyelashes, her voice almost can't hear strange, "later don't let that water ghost play around, rather than listen to it nonsense, it's better to ask your sister directly."

“……”

She raised her fingers feebly, just like the old Buddha lying on the beauty's couch. Her tone was quite contemptuous: "that's it. Go away."

Ling Miaomiao's cold sweat has dampened her eyebrows, her stomach spasms, and her eyes have been dyed bright red. She reluctantly reads her lines and falls into the infinite darkness the next second.

Mu Sheng looked at her blankly. He touched the bamboo dragonfly's pole subconsciously with his fingers. He felt a few notches and looked at the light. From top to bottom, he carved two crooked words: "Zi -- Qi --", and then down, he didn't know what it was and made a paste.

He rubbed his face expressionless and recognized that it was a peach heart that had been obliterated.

It seems that he is too rude to treat Taoxin with shame and indignation. He patiently carves a small five petaled flower below.

Plum blossom.

"I'll help you to make a change and return it to you when it's done --"

return it to you when it's done, Ziqi.

All of a sudden, there was a strange sharp pain in his chest, just like these scratches. The knives and knives were all carved on his heart, deep and heavy, and spattered blood all the way.

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when Ling Miaomiao woke up in a daze, he was surprised to find that he was lying on Musheng's back, and the tip of his nose was a little plum blossom fragrance floating out of his collar.

The Black Lotus is in a bit of a mess along the way. Ling Miaomiao looks slim and thin. It's not light to carry him on his back. He's like a mountain and he's down-to-earth every step of the way.

The demon's handle was shining silver and opened the way in front of them. The clay statues on the left and right sprang up with blood on their faces. Before they got close to their bodies, they were splashed by the steel ring and turned into a pool of mud.

In front of the dark, I do not know how many "Happy Buddha" block the way. The blood of the demons on the ground converged into a stream. He walked past the muddy corpse, just like walking in the snow.

Ling Miaomiao felt a sharp pain in tianlinggai. It took a long time for him to feel that he had recovered. He found that there was a round bead in his mouth, and he couldn't smell the strong fragrance of flowers.

What is this?

There was a buzzing sound in my ear: "system prompt: the item [bamboo dragonfly] has been used. That's it. "

Ling Miaomiao was stunned, and immediately felt heartache: how could the spicy chicken system be used before it was finished?

Xingshan temple is no longer Xingshan temple. The long corridor is full of fierce ghosts lying on both sides, making strange laughter. The mud Bodhisattva has evil spirit on his brow and evil spirits at his feet.

Mu Sheng's face moved for a while, long eyelashes drooped, in slightly side head to observe Ling Miaomiao's face.

She immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be dizzy.

Mu Sheng's patience has been exhausted to the extreme. Since the girl on his back is careless, he doesn't need to worry about anything.

The left hand is lined up with a bunch of incantations, suspended in the air, bite the right index finger, first gently on Miaomiao's lips, and then use the finger stained with bright red blood as a pen, from right to left, write quickly.

Miaomiao let him point a mouthful of blood, accidentally eat in a little, the tongue suddenly full of sweet and greasy with a strange fragrance.

God, someone's blood is sweet

Those water ghosts want blood. They don't treat Mu Sheng's blood as honey

Thinking about it, subconsciously, he also wanted to stick out his tongue to lick it. Mu Sheng suddenly turned back and said: "don't eat."Before the words were heard, the blood words had crossed more than ten pieces of yellow paper. The strokes of the pen were hard, and the fingers left. The charms shook heavily, like a scattered card, suddenly flew in all directions.

At that time, the wind roared, and the huge Xingshan temple was like a paper house blown by the wind, puffing around the wind. The doors and windows were shaking violently, as if they were going to burst open in the next second. The huge Buddha statue was humming and trembling, and the candlesticks and censers on the tribute table were rolling down.

The red light suddenly blooms, accompanied by the burst and tearing sound of the body, countless dumb and sharp voices rise and fall one after another, just like hundreds of people trying to shake the old shelf bed, which is about to break up.

Their hair and sleeves were blown by the strong wind, floating in the air.

Ling Miaomiao's calf and stomach trembled. When she closed her eyes, she could only hear the wind whirring in her ears.

The memory seems to return to the day when the boy was floating in the air. His sleeves were like butterfly wings, and the red light was all over the room, which made his eyelids ache. Even the wind was like a knife to kill.

Reverse character.

She didn't look at Mu Sheng's face to know that he had gone astray again.

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