THE GUIDE TO CAPTURING A BLACK LOTUS

CHAPTER 11 : SUBSTITUTE MARRIAGE PART 11

    "I haven't seen it."

    Without raising his eyes, he opened his mouth and replied. After a moment, an innocent smile filled the corner of his mouth. "This is Miss Ling's home. You can't find it. How can I find it as a guest? "

    Install, then install. Ling Miaomiao gritted his teeth in his heart.

    "Then, Master Mu doesn't mind if I look for it in this room?" Ling Miaomiao said, she wanted to move forward, Mu Sheng sat on the spot, stretched out an arm, and stopped her naturally. He raised those dark and moist eyes, "Ms. Ling's eyes are not good, where is anyone in this room?"

    "Don't bother with my son." Miao Miao smirked, "You are sitting still. This is just fine. When I find someone, I'll help you find a hairpin. What do you think?"

    She bypassed Mu Sheng's hand outstretched.

    He stood up abruptly, leaned slightly, his arm was around her waist, and she was unguarded for a moment, and the whole person threw on his shoulder, and Mu Sheng took the opportunity to grab her, and actually hugged her tightly.

    There was a cold white plum fragrance in his arms, lingering on the tip of her nose.

    "Miss Ling, don't play a childish temper." He patiently advised in her ear, but his tone was tight.

    Ling Miaomiao twisted vigorously a few times, but didn't break away, "You..."

    Her face was pale, and the three words "Old Hooligan" came to her mouth, and suddenly she caught Mu Sheng's silently extending a dark hand-

    This hand was as thin as wood, and the cyan and black on it seemed to have been dyed with paint. It appeared like a small snake from behind his shoulder, and his nails were about an inch long. A blast of cold air hovered Ling Miaomiao's neck.

    This is obviously... a woman's hand.

    Ling Miaomiao screamed "Wow" with a chill on the back of his head. The next moment, he was taken by the admiration, and quickly flashed back, away from the paw, and then he pushed it away and staggered back. To the door.

    She saw that the steel ring on Mu Sheng's right wrist had slipped off and knocked on the forehead of the shadow behind her "right". This "person" appeared, was a dry female corpse wearing a color Ling Luo, her hair was scattered like a mop, and her skin was brown. Ling Miaomiao squinted her eyes and dared not look at her face.

    Through a thin eye, she saw the female corpse's head slammed to one side, making a "chirp" tearing sound.

    There was a chill in the air, and it was overwhelming.

    No wonder the West Wing is always gloomy, and there is a ghost living in it!

    Mu Sheng's eyes were deep, and his hands quickly folded. Three sparks exploded like fireworks, bursting out orange-yellow flames, and then turned into a blue flame, burning on the dry corpse like a prairie fire. , Gradually turned into a fireball.

    The air waves in the air were distorted, and it seemed that someone was screaming and shouting hoarsely, but when I listened to it, there was still silence. I could only hear the sound of "Caracalla" from the window frame, as if being hit by a huge force. Shake left and right.

    Ling Miaomiao stared at the ball of fire not far away, with cold hands and feet, his heart was in his throat.

    Mu Sheng stood still on the spot, as if he didn't even want to take a step back. There seemed to be an unprovoked wind in the room, blowing his white sleeves and jet black hair back and forth.