THE GUIDE TO CAPTURING A BLACK LOTUS

CHAPTER 9: SUBSTTUTE MARRIAGE PART 9

Under what circumstances do you need a powerful monster catcher to draw runes with his own blood?

    One is an emergency, and the other is to seek insurance.

    Although Mu Sheng didn't like Liu Fuyi, he had to admit that Liu Fuyi was an outstanding monster catcher. Before meeting Mu Yao, he had the ability to walk alone, not relying on any teammates. In addition to being extremely fortunate to have the Tower of Nine Profound Demon Catching, but also because of his superb skills, the monsters he handled were almost the same. Killed.

    Mu Sheng raised his head.

    The west wing hidden behind the lush pines and cypresses is gloomy and damp, incompatible with the spring scenery of the garden.

    "I drew a talisman at Yao'er's door, I didn't expect..." Liu Fuyi once explained to him like this, and told him to interrupt in a hostile manner before he finished speaking, "What didn't you expect? Did you wait for Sister Sister? You can only think of it when you die?"

    Liu Fuyi's face was pale, and she was silent for a while.

    Liu Fuyi is not an arrogant person, his mind is always meticulous, if he draws symbols with blood, it is not difficult to explain why he safely left Mu Yao alone in the room instead of looking after.

    Because almost no big demon can break through Liu Fuyi's bloody runes.

    Can a water mirror be so capable?

    Mu Sheng's gaze fell on the edge of the broken talisman paper, and his cold fingers touched it up, a stiff, jagged edge, not like a big demon shattered, but more like being torn apart by a man.

    There was no expression on Mu Sheng's face, his movements were graceful, but it was like the silence that had condensed just before the storm.

    Ling Miaomiao tried summer's new clothes in her boudoir.

    The light crimson is very thin on the top and feels soft to the touch. The fabric is mixed with shiny silver threads, and the smooth skin is faintly revealed. When the maid tidied her collar, her fingers brushed her bare neck, causing her to laugh.

    Miaomiao bowed her head and tied the straps, and suddenly twisted her back a little uncomfortably: "Why is it a bit pierced?" The maid lifted her clothes and looked at it, and was startled: "Ah, my back is all red."

She checked the fabric with her fingers proficiently, touched a few harder bumps in the inner part, and complained unhappily: "What's going on this year, all the yarns with gauze can be selected."

    "Miss, Take it off, this dress won't wear well."

    Ling Miaomiao half turned around and said in surprise: "One or two pimple, it doesn't matter."

    "Of course it does." The maid helped her gently take off the upper skirt. , Threw it aside without any pity, and sighed, "If it weren't for Wanjiang to send water, and the spinning farmers were half washed away, the annual tribute would have been driven out. Where does the lady need to make do with yarn with knots?"

    Wanjiang Across the southern part of Taicang, it nourishes this land of fish and rice, and it is also the lifeblood of shipping. Ling Miaomiao didn't quite understand that such an important lifeline was flooded, and it sounded like it had destroyed the houses, so why didn't she take it seriously?

    "You said...we Taicang County was hit by the disaster?"

    "Miss don't worry, it's okay." She curled her lips, "Wanjiang doesn't have to rush to the embankment every three or four years? Anyway, we won't be able to rush here."