The Guide to Capturing a Black Lotus

Chapter 259
Bedroom.

In the hot and dry weather, the cicadas chirping outside the window are hoarse, and the fan installed on the ceiling is whistling at work, blowing hot air.

The fan is old, and it obviously has the function of turning the head, but it doesn't turn smoothly. It is often accompanied by a "clicking" sound, which makes people worry that it has twisted its neck.

"Finally, the air conditioner is broken again." Half an hour ago, the roommate took a clothes pole and poked the fan blades that were drooping from the air outlet. After leaving this sentence, he gloated and ran downstairs.

Repair.

In summer, there are many people applying for air conditioner repairs. Although they have to queue up, they happen to be blowing the air conditioner in the hall, and they won't be able to come back for a while.

Ling Miaomiao was the only one left in the dormitory, and the fan was blowing vigorously above her head, but it was still hot.She was lying on the table doing papers, and fanned the paper fan under her hand, and the impetuous wind made the hair flying around her ears.

"Ka——" There was a loud noise, as if the fan had twisted its muscles and bones, and the fan blades were still idling in vain, as if hitting some obstacle, crackling.

Ling Miaomiao jumped up, "Come down, don't sit on the fan—"

Before the words were finished, the black figure's robes fluttered, fell from mid-air with a "crash", and sat on her desk.The cool aroma of white plums blows in the face, as if the door of an comfortable convenience store has opened.

The visitor from beyond the sky was not satisfied that her eyes were still on the book, so he took the pen from her hand, pinched it in his hand to play with it twice, and put it into his arms, his dark eyes stared motionlessly. she.

Ling Miaomiao: "..."

She leaned back in the chair with both hands empty, looked at him and smiled: "Didn't you say that the inspector of different scriptures has been strict recently?"

The young man paused, and reached out to pick it up from the complicated collar. The sides of his fingers were slender and beautiful. After digging for a long time, he took out a listing tag from the collar and handed it to her: "Look."

Originally very resistant to this thing, until this moment, suddenly there is a bit of showing off.

This tag is an ordinary worker's tag, with a chip embedded in the metal shell, and four numbers "0306" engraved on it, but it is a circle smaller than the normal model, and a circle larger than the necklace, just like a kitten's neck... ...well, identity tags.

Thinking of this, a ghostly smile appeared on Ling Miaomiao's face instantly.

Mu Sheng didn't pay attention to this, he was concentrating on peeking at the person in front of him.

Because indoors, the girl is casually wearing a bright red polka-dot dress. The skirt is wide, revealing her shoulders and a little collarbone. Her hair is pulled up, and a few strands of chestnut hair fall behind her neck. The bright red makes her complexion extremely white. Like strawberry shortcake in the window.

He quickly took her hand, bowed his head and kissed her fingers.

Ling Miaomiao was horrified: "Hey..."

His slender eyelashes hang down in a row, his expression is quiet and pious, only his disordered breathing reveals a bit of suppressed longing.

Ling Miaomiao quickly glanced outside the door, struggled to stand up, and pecked his face twice guiltyly, "Dabai...it's broad daylight, don't make trouble."

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It makes sense for the shemale to go the other way.

When Er Bao was 15 years old, he had already grown to the height of Liu Fuyi, his voice became magnetic, and when he carried buckets in the yard, he would reveal the powerful arm muscles of an adult man, which often made people feel in a trance.

Snow Silkworm has grown into a light, agile and beautiful girl, and she was betrothed to a son of the family of monster hunters. At her wedding, Ling Miaomiao felt a little startled—the girl who was leaning on Liu Fu's leg back then The little girl blowing bubbles has reached the same age as when she first came to this world.

On that day, she was shocked to find her first gray hair in the vanity mirror.

Standing by the door, Mu Sheng saw the whole process of her quietly pulling out her hair and hiding it, without saying a word.

Every year, Ling Miaomiao spends eight months wandering around the world with the protagonist group to catch monsters, and four months dragging Mu Sheng home for vacation, because she doesn't have to have children and worry about trivial matters, so her life is so easy. So that it seems that in the blink of an eye, these 15 years have passed.

The sheriff's daughter has turned 30 years old, and she doesn't seem to have changed much. Her appearance and temperament are the same as before, but since that day, she has combed her woman's hair in a neat bun, and she is no longer ashamed to dress up as a girl.

At night, he held her in his arms, and the young man was always the same as when he first saw her, with high ponytail, white hair band, thin, stubborn eyes, and a pair of dark eyes, looking at her in the dark night, kissing her while forcefully tearing her apart. Drop her hair: "Why do you comb like this."

"It should have been combed like this a long time ago." She turned her head away from him, shook her head and joked, "Hey, I don't want to grow old either, time is not forgiving."

Now, she is barely on the right side of him. In a few years, when Er Bao looks as old as him, how will she deal with herself?

Correspondingly, the system will send a teleportation reminder every year, reminding her that there is another world, and it has been sent fifteen times.

At the end of the year, the county guard's father passed away, Ling Miaomiao took his hand to see him off, and sent him away safely. In the mourning hall, Mu Sheng accompanied her, kneeling silently until midnight.

The night was very quiet. After crying, her mind was emptied and she began to think of her father.

He seemed to have a radar detector in his mind, under the flickering candlelight, the first thing he said was: "You want to go."

Ling Miaomiao was startled: "I didn't..."

He smiled abnormally, his side face was dimmed under the flickering candlelight, "You don't have to hide it from me, I know it all."

"Actually..." Ling Miaomiao paused, counting with his fingers, "Look, Erbao has grown up, Xuecan is married, Brother Liu and Sister Mu have both children, and they have a family of their own. Here, there is nothing to regret..."

"Yeah." He interrupted, seemed to understand her very reasonably, and replied softly, "It's okay."

Ling Miaomiao felt a little relieved, and the next second, he stuffed a cold and smooth bead into her palm, lowered his eyelashes, and added flatly: "When you leave, just crush it for me."

Ling Miaomiao looked at it for a long time by the candlelight, and there seemed to be changing bright red patterns on the translucent beads, like swaying water patterns.

She felt that something was wrong in her heart, so she pinched it tentatively. The person beside her swayed, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of dirty blood. Her face turned as white as paper in an instant, she still stubbornly stared at the ground, and knelt up straight.

Ling Miaomiao was so frightened that the three souls left and the seven souls left: "You are sick, Mu Ziqi!"

She grabbed his shoulder, opened his mouth, and forced the bead into him. His blood was all over her hands. The two were out of breath, and their shadows dangled under the lamp, like a pair of ghosts.

(End of this chapter)