THE GUIDE TO CAPTURING A BLACK LOTUS

CHAPTER 16: BAMBOO FOREST AND GREEN APRICOT PART 4

    "Why are you here?" Mu Sheng's voice didn't have a hint of temperature.

    The moonlight was reflected in Miaosecond's black and white eyes, and he took a step forward: "I've been waiting for you, I've been waiting for a long time."

    Looking at his expression, I must have just touched Mu Yao's nose with gray, right in her arms. . What's the icing on the cake, isn't she just here to give charcoal in the snow?

    Jiang Feng blew her clothes, there was still a trace of wine mixed with the smell of Liu Fuyi's sachet on her body, and a wave of irritation surged in his heart: "The wine game is over so soon, rushing to the next one?"

    Ling Miaomiao's face changed instantly, and his brows raised: "How do you speak?"

    "Am I wrong?"

    Hey, seeing this gunpowder posture, I must have had a big fight with Mu Yao just now. Ling Miaomiao pressed for a long time, smiled and suppressed her anger: "I have finished drinking with Brother Liu, what does that matter. I am looking for you now, not for the sake of drinking."

    Mu Sheng raised his eyes and played tricks on her. She lost her interest and sneered impatiently: "Miss Ling has insomnia again? My sachet is useless, and I don't have the good smell of Liu Fuyi." The

    vengeful petty kid.

    Miu Miu Ling laugh loudly, to see his face, it is estimated hurt unclear, a courage took his arm, "You can not put me to think about the benefits? I came to take you on drugs."

    Mu sound rejection I didn't shake it off for a while, affecting the wound, and the cold sweat suddenly fell down, a little annoyed: "Let go."

    "Don't move!" Miao Miao lowered her voice and held her tightly, "Look at you, does it hurt?" She dragged him into her pavilion, with the evil courage to kill and overwhelm her, "Don't want to disturb your sister, don't make

    noise here!" Mu Sheng's struggle stopped.

    Sure enough, Mu Yao is the dead spot of Black Lotus, and she has tried her best.

    Mu Sheng was dragged by Ling Miaomiao and settled on the chair, her dark eyes were like stars sinking in a cold pool, and her entire face was gloomy: "Miss Ling, you are too much trouble."

    Ling Miaomiao ignored him, carefully closed the door and lowered the curtain to light up a candlestick.

    There were only two of them left in the dimly lit room. She turned her face away, without a trace of laughter: "Are you sick? Mu Ziqi, if you have any injuries, you must hurry up and treat them without medicine..." She looked at his fingers. The bright red that oozes in between, frowned, "As for tossing yourself like this?"

    Her expression was rare and serious, almost as if she was angry, but the care in her eyes was very similar to that of a person before.

    Mu Sheng's expression was stagnant, he took his palm away and looked at the mottled blood between his fingers. The blood on his clothes had bleeded out and slowly spread out.

    "I never use medicine."

    "Ah?" Miao Miao's common sense was challenged, "Then do you have any supernatural powers? For example, incurable self-healing or something..."

    "No."

    "Then you..." Miao Miao Miaodor took a breath and summed it up, "Ah, it's a fluke for Mr.

    Mu to live to this day." Mu Sheng watched her silently, her expression dull and unclear.

    She lifted her dress and squatted down in front of Mu Sheng, with a soft tone: "I will help you to see it?"