THE GUIDE TO CAPTURING A BLACK LOTUS

CHAPTER 1: THE SUBSTITUTE MARRIAGE

The girl in red sits in front of the dressing table.

    A long soft hair was pulled up neatly, with a golden phoenix head on his head, and a pearl in his mouth, hanging down on his smooth forehead.

    There is a big red camellia slanted on the sideburns. The edge of the petals was a little dry, not a new pick in the garden, but a flower that was hurriedly pinched out of the vase in the afternoon.

There are no more flowers in the garden.

    The night is like ink pouring, the rumbling thunder is like the roar of a wild beast, the lightning flashes, the heavy rain is pouring, the clattering sound is like ten thousand horses galloping, don't even think about it, those unshaded flowers have already made the rain become one. The ground can be red.

The thin fingers with protruding joints stroked the withered petals. She thought, no matter how rushed, she must always be more festive.

    The person in the mirror smiled slightly.

    Today is my big day.

    The smile spread, and the snow-white face froze suddenly, as if turning into a lifeless mask in an instant. The next moment, the muscles on his face began to move slightly-the smile slowly faded.

    There was a light of curiosity and calm in the idiotic eyes.

Ling Miaomiao sat slantingly and carefully looked at the face of the person in the mirror: a pale face, slender eyebrows, apricot eyes, thin lips, and then a sharp and thin chin.

    It looks like Xiaojiabiyu. If the distance between the pupils of the eyes of the water spirits is closer, it is still possible to fight together to be a fox and charming beauty who can discharge the eyes, and follow the route of harming the country and the people. It's a pity that Ling Yu's pupil distance is slightly wide, giving people the illusion of being gentle and non-aggressive.

    Ling Miaomiao sighed: If there is no heroine, it means that there is no heroine. You can see it from the face.

    She stroked her thin chin and frowned slightly.

Ling Yu was too skinny, so skinny was uncomfortable. Throughout the ages, it has been blessed women who are more plump. According to the superstition of the older generation, this face is a short-lived portrait.

    Ling Miaomiao stood up, her scarlet wedding gown fell on the ground, and her figure was vaguely reflected in the bronze mirror.

    The wedding was in a hurry. I didn't know where I borrowed the wedding gown. It's not appropriate. I pinned my waist with a thin silver needle. I covered my hands with wide cuffs. I wore it straight on my body. The clothes were embroidered with gold threads. Shrinked in the folds, the details cannot be seen.

Ling Yu was as thin as a bean sprout. He was used to lowering his head with his chest, and leaning forward with his shoulders, looking a little cringe.

    Miao Miao straightened her back hard, squinted in the mirror, saw a frowning and impatient face, she immediately stretched her brows in fright--maybe her preconceived impression of Ling Yu, and even this body was also affected by her. Dislike it, this is really not right.

    In this era, people's shuttle in parallel worlds has become commonplace, and any accident in life may trigger a multi-dimensional travel. The reason why Ling Miaomiao stepped into Ling Yu's world is to blame for her indignantly writing a book review in the middle of the night.

This book is the transformational fantasy masterpiece "Catch the Demon", which is known as the "Ten Years Return, Gorgeous Turn Around" by the Queen of Dog-blood Romance.