The Guide to Capturing a Black Lotus Chapter 94

Chapter 94

"What did the alchemist say to Mr. Zhao? Why did he leave Murong
"Yes, yes! It's time to have a baby... "
The audience was filled with righteous indignation as the noise under the stage began to rise, and the voices of discussion rose one after another.
The old man raised his hand and motioned to them to calm down. "The alchemist just handed Mr. Zhao a piece of Rune paper and said to him," that Murong is not an ordinary person. If you don't want to be kept in the dark and bewitched by others, you can have a try. "
There was a sudden silence under the stage. Only the old man's voice was ringing: "Mr. Zhao was stunned immediately. Instead of looking for Murong immediately, he looked at the rune paper on the table and quietly recalled the days of these years.
"He thought that in the more than 20 years of his life, he had never seen such a beautiful woman as Murong's - at least by his standards, no one was more beautiful than Murong's. She has no affectation, and is easy-going and gentle. She is just like a snow lotus on a high mountain. She has not gone through any earthly contamination, which makes him often wonder how an innocent person like her grew up so smoothly? "
"He sat in his study for several days and had a terrible guess: is Murong really her in his eyes? He hated women's disguise most in his life, and Murong's seems to be tailor-made for him, and every move suits him. What if Murong's innocence and purity is disguise from the beginning? "
"Mr. Zhao is not an innocent man. He was born in the beautiful and corrupt Zhumen. He grew up in the center of the whirlpool of power struggle. He was intrigued and resentful. When he saw a lot, he was not afraid to speculate the reality with the greatest malice. This conjecture made him feel like falling into an ice cave. He just felt that his yearning for a better life was broken overnight. "
"He began to think about his strong feelings for Murong over and over again. From the day he first saw her, his love for Murong was increasing. He was afraid that he could not dig out his heart and lungs. Even a person as conceited and proud as him would always feel ashamed in front of her."
"And is his infatuation with her real?"
"He thought back in panic, did his exaggerated love for Murong come from his heart, or was it a magic barrier produced by being bewitched?"
"He began to get angry. Our young master Zhao has always lived a very willful life. What he wanted in his life was not fame and wealth, nor splendor, but a "truth". He even felt disgusted by the unfriendly compliments of the powerful. So he didn't hesitate to assume the reputation of "being proud of talent". How could he tolerate being bewitched by a woman by other means and have a false feeling? "
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after solving the problem, Ling Miaomiao went to the compartment to boil water, take a bath and change his clean clothes. Then he took a long breath, wiped his hair and went back to the room with dignity and comfort.
"Ding - system prompt: the liking degree of [mu Sheng] has reached 95%. Please keep up your efforts. That's it. "
I don't know why, she resents the sound of the system recently. She always feels that a cold number has been inserted between her and Musheng, which makes people sad.
Ling Miaomiao adjusted his mood and walked in slowly.
The broken porcelain pieces and water on the ground were cleaned, and the remaining water stains were wiped dry. The room was almost spotless, and the life and death struggle an hour ago could hardly be seen.
The room was warm and fragrant, and the air was sweet and fragrant. As soon as people came in, they felt that every pore was relaxing.
The young man was dressed neatly and sat quietly on the edge of the bed. The sun fell on his dark hair through the dark green tent.
It would be a very quiet and beautiful scene if it wasn't that he was caressing a skull carelessly.
Ling Miaomiao snatched the skull from his hand, put it aside, bent down, blinked and looked at his face: "what are you doing?"
He quietly raised his head, autumn like black eyes watching her, seriously: "waiting for you."
It was so innocent and clever that people could hardly bear to bully.
Ling Miaomiao looked at him askew and said with a smile, "I'm waiting to thank your life-saving benefactor."
“…… I'm sorry His eyes flashed and he looked at her face like a dog who was afraid of being abandoned.
“…… Ziqi, "Ling Miaomiao sat next to him, his hair wiping hand stopped, and he said with a square towel," I can promise you that I won't talk to brother Liu alone in a place where there is no one. "
She deliberately bit the word "alone" and turned to look into his eyes, "but you can't stop me from talking to others, otherwise what's the use of my long mouth?" She raised her chin like a cat. "Do you think that makes sense?"
Mu Sheng's hand reached over, took the kerchief on her head, gently wiped it, carefully avoided her ears, and the corner of his mouth cocked up with self mockery: "Miaomiao, you can do anything."
He paused, eyes black, "I'm just jealous..." There was a little confusion on his face. All the anger, hatred and admiration slipped by and said in a soft voice, "do you know how jealous I am of him?"“…… Let's make three rules. " Ling Miaomiao looked at him and sighed, "in the future, none of us will mention brother Liu, OK?"
"Well." He meekly agreed, smelling the faint fragrance in her hair, reflecting a little light in her eyes, and his tone became lighter, "I promise you everything."
As the voice fell, he leaned over, closed his eyes, skillfully asked for a kiss, and his thick eyelashes made the face quiet and gentle.
Miaomiao pauses, gently pushes his face away, and then says, "don't tie people all the time."
The young man opened his eyes and said innocently: "I haven't tied anyone else. I've always killed them directly."
“……” Miaomiao's words stopped for a moment. He didn't know whether to scold him or praise him for his honesty.
"Then you shouldn't tie me. I'm the lady you married. If you tie me by force It's the next three abuses. "
She thought that she had said something very important, so she should leave a pen on his thin self-esteem to make him think about it and reflect on it. Unexpectedly, he looked at her and laughed.
I don't know if "the wife of the matchmaker" please him. His expression, even his tone, are all in a mess.
It's like someone who smokes a lot or is critically ill. He smiles and laughs at himself in the smoke. With a faint signal for help, he is desperate and shamelessly degenerates to others: "now you know what I am, don't you?"
Ling Miaomiao looked at him. He was angry and said, "what is it? Primates, people
She pulled his collar and pulled his jade white face hard in front of him. The two of them almost turned the tip of their nose to the tip of their nose: "Ziqi," she looked at him, her eyes followed his eyes, and said in a low voice with gnashing teeth, "I treat myself as a thing, and others treat you as a thing, don't you know?"
The unexplained indignation was like a sharp sword pressing her heart, spewing out sour and angry juice, hoping to hit her face a few times to see if he was sober.
She stared at him with hatred. She didn't know what to think. She tilted her face and bit him on the lip.
The young man looked at her deeply and closed his eyes immediately. Then he gave her a soft kiss on her lips.
Miaomiao pulled his hand by the collar and loosened his sharp teeth. He held her face in his hand and kissed her fondly and eagerly.
The bell at the corner of the bed rings gently, like a pair of shivering children hugging each other for warmth, hoping to rub each other into their bodies.
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"Mr. Zhao thought for three days and decided to confirm it."
"He didn't verify it with Rune paper, as the alchemist said. Instead, he found Murong and asked her directly. "
"They closed the door and talked for a quarter of an hour. When Mr. Zhao went out, his face was as pale as ashes. He immediately packed his luggage and left Wufang town without saying a word. Murong leaned on the door with his stomach in his arms and looked at him with a frightened face. She didn't stop him, but opened her beautiful eyes and watched him leave in despair. "
"The expression on her face is like a glass beauty who was smashed to pieces."
"Mr. Zhao was seriously ill. A month later, under the arrangement of the Zhao family, he married a noble daughter of an official family. Mr. Zhao's sister was very proud, but he hardly laughed any more from that day on."
"What about Murong's children?" There was a shout in the air below.
"Murong family gave birth to a child alone on a thunderstorm night."
"Instead of inviting wenpo, she sat on the cold floor of her home, with her eyes open in the dark, her slender fingers clutching the legs of the table, groaning like a kitten. She woke up in a daze and didn't give birth until the middle of the night. Her skirt was soaked in a pool of dirty blood, and her whole body was soaked with sweat, as if she had been fished out of a water tank. "
"There was a lot of thunder outside, and she was groping in the dark. He cut the umbilical cord with the prepared scissors, and accidentally stabbed his palm in the panic. Before that, Zhao did not even allow her to touch the scissors. Ignoring the blood on her hands, she picked up the crying child, buried it in her thin skirt, and kissed him on the forehead. She was so exhausted that she passed out
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Ling Miaomiao thought that although she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. The man lived for 18 years, but he had never seen a pig run before. He could not help feeling a little pity.
After pity, she felt that she, as the party with a little more experience, should take the initiative to do her duty.
When I think about it, that little panic and hesitation will be replaced by a solemn sense of responsibility.
She put her arms around the boy's neck, and her whole body was leaning against him.
Mu Sheng Leng for a moment, felt her strong will to push down, so she leaned down, obediently let her pressure on the bed.
Ling Miaomiao was lying on him, and his fingers forced him to take off his robe calmly. His hand trembled so much that he couldn't take it off for a long time. He was about to cry awkwardly under his gaze.
Her eyes were opposite, her forehead was sweating, her dark apricot eyes were confused with shame, her half dry hair was scattered on his lapel, and she was dyed light chestnut by the ignorant sunshine, and the faint fragrance of flowers filled the small tent.The young man held her fingers in the air, with dark eyes and soft water color.
After two or three seconds of stalemate, he put his arms around her waist and turned over to the side of the tent. He rose slightly, pursed his lips, untied his robe quickly with his right hand, and his fingers trembled slightly.
"That's how it works." He looked at her for a while and spat out three words.
Ling Miaomiao looked at him, too nervous to speak.
He untied it, but did not take it off. Hanging his clothes, he bent down to kiss her earlobe. His eyelashes swept her cheek as if someone had scratched her with feathers.
His kiss is also a little unsteady, with some fiery smell, along her earlobe down to the neck, and then down, smell a little flower on her skirt.
He was dazzled for a while. He stroked her warm cheek, took the lace of her upper front and pulled it away a little bit.
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"can you stop..." Miaomiao's fingers scratched his back, his eyes turned, and he said in a small voice: "I It's a little uncomfortable. "
The sky outside was visibly dim, and the light in the tent turned warm yellow and sprinkled on her forehead.
The young man was kissing her side face. Wen Yan raised his face to see her. His black hair fell down. A thin layer of sweat was rarely seen on his forehead. His eyes were a little dazed. He said in a soft voice: "I also It's hard
Miaomiao instinctively feels that such a stalemate is not the solution, but he is a little afraid of the unknown. Until his fingers touched the crisscross stripes on his back, his heart suddenly softened: "then you Come as you please. "
"Well..." He seemed to have been promised, and finally stepped forward, feeling that the people under him took a silent breath.
He lowered his head and lifted the sweat soaked hair from her forehead. His voice was very low: "does it hurt?"
Miaomiao was biting his teeth, his eyes were shining, and he was breathing gently, as if he was comforting him in turn: "still It's OK
His heart was filled with a burst of warmth, and he felt that he seemed to be floating on the cloud, and his happiness was not real.
Bow to kiss her lips, do not give her the opportunity to cry pain, slowly indulge themselves.
In the chaos of war, he put his fingers on her lips, and Shengsheng raised her teeth on her lower lip: "don't bite yourself."
Miaomiao's tiger tooth grinds his finger in his mouth, and scolds: "don't bite I Do I bite you? "
He really put the back of his hand obediently over: "yes."
She reached out and pushed his hand away, quickly sealing his lips along the original teeth, as if trying to screw the lid on a bottle of unstable soda.
With quick eyes and quick hands, he raised her teeth with his fingers again, stroked her lips pitifully, and with confused breathing, he said in her ear, "wonderful, you can make a sound."
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