On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Ning Qingqing closed her eyes and felt Xie Wuzuo press down heavily.

She thought she might disappoint him.

Her cheeks were a little sore, it was because of a smirk. If it is a sweet smile from the heart, no matter how long you smile, your face will not be sour.

The body couldn't lie. He was looking forward to the warm fragrance of nephrite jade and the water coming out of lotus. I am afraid that he could not give it.

After all, she can't do it all.

The familiar cold scent reached close, and she didn't have to open her eyes to know that he was turning his face slightly, hanging his thin lips very close to her lips, waiting for her wish to be hooked.

In order to prevent him from discovering that everything she did just now was false, she had to take the initiative to welcome her.

She lightly opened her trembling lips and pressed them on.

She didn't know exactly what was wrong in her heart. Xie Wuwang was not at all concerned with Yun Shuimiao. As soon as he acted like a baby, he fulfilled his wish and ordered Futuzi to send the girl away.

What is her dissatisfaction?

Why is there pain in the middle of my chest?

Her lips touched him. His lip line is thin and long, very special, you don't need to look at it with your eyes, just trace it, and you will know that it is very beautiful, unlike anyone else.

The person who embraces her passion is about to do the most intimate thing with him, but she is not happy at all.

He was motionless and let her kiss.

After a while, her mouth went numb, but he didn't respond at all.

She gradually became a little flustered, not knowing what to do, so she could only bite the bullet and continue.

He closed his teeth slightly, and clearly didn't use much force, but just like his cold heart, he erected an insurmountable copper wall against her.

She didn't know what to do, her lips gradually trembled.

Finally, he spoke indifferently: "A Qing is perfunctory?"

She opened her eyes to look at him, and saw that his black eyes were clear and cold, not half lost.

After being together for so many years, he rarely called her ‘Aqing’, every time he spit out these two words, the next thing was to give her a cold knife.

…Aqing is going to leave? I advise you to think twice.

…A Qing, always happy to be content.

…Aqing wants to listen to lies?

She felt a shock, and suddenly realized that he actually knew everything. He looked at her with a strong face and laughed, awkwardly guarding her one-third of an acre of land, carefully maintaining the treasure she was reluctant to give up.

His eyes were calm and waveless, and when he watched like this, she felt that her mind was completely cut out, spreading out in front of him, and let him examine it.

He can see through everything easily. The reason why he indulges her is because she promised sweet rewards, but now she can't give him what he wants. He was upset.

She felt embarrassed for a while.

She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck in a loss, raised her face, trying to block his mouth, but he put a finger against her lips. The irresistible force came from his fingers, and she was pushed into the pillow by him.

The corner of his lips had a faint smile, and his voice was erratic and beautiful, but it made her feel cold.

"So reluctant," he asked slowly, "what do you take me for?"

She shook her head subconsciously: "No..."

She was a little sad, but not reluctant.

She just never took the initiative. With him, no matter what aspect, he has always been dominated by him, and she has become accustomed to passively accepting everything he gave her.

He smiled faintly, and Liangliang looked at her.

His aura was as calm as the deep sea, she looked up at him, and suddenly she had the illusion that she was standing under the deep sky, facing the whole world alone.

He is like a world. A tough, perfect, self-contained world.

And she, just a little ant, standing under the sky, dreaming of owning the whole world.

A grief rushed to his forehead from his heart, turned into a cold liquid, and dripped down the corner of his eyes silently. There was throb after throb in his chest, especially the silt that was stricken by the flame when repairing the Yuanhuo seal. At this moment, he was convulsing and pulsing fiercely.

He lowered his head slightly, the corners of his lips curled up, and sighed, "This is how I cry."

She couldn't understand his tone, like pity, disappointment, and sarcasm.

He grabbed her by the shoulder, turned her over, and pressed her into the soft pillow.

Unraveling the cloud gauze smoothly, the fire-like breath fell on the back of her neck.

His movements were too strong, awakening her physical memory, and reminding her of her and his bridal night.

On the wedding night, the man lowered his cold voice and spoke softly in her ears. He smiled better than anyone else, and his expression was warm and moving. But his actions were extremely strong, extremely cold and ruthless, he unscrupulously opened and closed the conquest, as if a predator was taking the life of its prey, without pity for her infrequent.

The extreme contradiction made her wonder whether she was dreaming or waking up. The pain is terrible, but the happiness is terrible.

At that time, she thought he loved her, because she loved her, so she was a little more impulsive and reckless, and she didn't blame him at all.

Thinking of coming at this moment, it is like falling into an ice cave.

This person has no real feelings at all. All tenderness is an illusion, just a means to an end, for his own happiness.

Just like tonight, he will ignore it...

"Ah!" she exhaled suddenly in pain.

The center of the spine seemed to be pierced by flames. When he pointed to the acupuncture point on her back, Yuan Huo crossed into the meridians, and accurately found the internal injury silt, and the threads began to clear the silt.

He didn't move her, but healed her.

A gentle, low-magnetic voice sounded behind him: "Hey, it will be better soon. Be patient."

The other big hand rubbed the hair behind her head.

Her head was dumbfounded, and for a while, she didn't know whether her body shudder was due to numbness or pain.

She was wounded by the flame on the seal, and he used a hundred times stronger Yuanhuo to burn away the remaining flames in her body bit by bit. The vigorous and pure Yuanhuo carefully touched her deadly vital point, if he missed a little, her life would be ruined instantly.

She knew he would not miss it. She believed him completely. Although he doesn't love her, this man is still the most reliable person in the world.

The terrifying Yuanhuo wandered around her heart.

If he was talking nonchalantly, he distracted her: "When he should be acting like a baby, he was like a boring gourd. Why don't you tell me when the injury has not healed?"

Grievance flooded her eyes, her face buried in the soft pillow, gradually getting wet.

Healing the injury is painful, much more painful than when it is left unattended in the chest. Originally it was just silted up there, a little stuffy, and the pain was also stuffy and painful, not showing the mountains or dew.

Unlike at this moment, all the suffocation that had accumulated in the depths was exposed, and it was pulled out a little bit, and the pain was sharp and distinct.

At this moment she was speechless, she leaned on a soft pillow that was damp, panting faintly, like a stranded fish.

She fell asleep at some point.

Her sleep was full of pain that he brought her, it was very real and very safe. At least she knew that this pain was not hurt, but healed.

In a daze, she seemed to hear his low whispers in her ears.

"Aqing has grown up, but it's not enough. If you are more sensible, I will like it better."

"A Qing, I have treated you with all my benevolence."

Her body shuddered unconsciously, as if responding to him.

When Ning Qingqing woke up, she found that her body was a little weak, and her chest and abdomen were completely empty.

She peeked around, the bed was cold.

Xie Wuwang has been away for a long time.

When he turned his eyes, he saw his sword, vestments and Qiankun bag all placed on the delicate wooden table next to the bed. He also moved the mushrooms. It had been fed. At the moment, he was full of energy and was shaking his hat lazily, playing with the few Lingbao chickens and ducks.

The years are quiet.

She slowly got up and brought his fairy sword over, across her lap.

The name of his sword is ‘Long Yao’, and it’s black and heavy. Even the sword is covered with simple flame marks. Its evil spirit is extremely heavy, and it is said that the monster beast killed by Xie Wuwang has its soul all locked in the sword. As soon as Long Yao appeared, no one in the Three Realms was not afraid. In order to take care of the emotions of others, Xie Wuwang seldom ordered the fierce sword out of its sheath in front of others.

But when I was with Ning Qingqing, this Jian Gu was terrible.

I don't know when, as long as she picks up Long Yao, its weight will be reduced a lot, as if being considerate of her, for fear that she would be tired.

At this moment, this fierce fairy sword capable of breaking mountains and seas was lying on her lap, as light as an empty scabbard.

Ning Qingqing's heart was slightly warm, and she sighed softly, put her hand on the sword, and entered the weak five-element white light, slowly flowing across the sword body, repairing the defect for it.

She could obviously feel it jumping for joy, and she couldn't touch her body, clinging to her like a snake and acting like a baby.

"You are a fierce sword, pay attention to your aura." She retracted her hand and told it solemnly.

This sword is about to become a spirit. If it had condensed an enchanting sword spirit, Xie Wuwang would probably send it back to the furnace for reconstruction.

Long Yao uttered a faint sword sound, humming, like a child's muttering of dissatisfaction.

Ning Qingqing sighed, took his magic weapons and robes, took care of them one by one, and then put them back on the wooden table next to the bed.

These guys have a very good relationship with her mushrooms. Putting them together, they will always rub past very slowly and squeeze into a pile. When I was with the Lingbao, that lazy mushroom was also willing to shake his head harder, just like a master shaking his head to teach a group of silly boys.

Every time I look at them, Ning Qingqing will have the illusion that Xie Wuwang's child is getting along with her child.

Too many parts of her and him have already been fused together, and to part with it is tantamount to eclipse the heart.

"Zheng—"

Long Yao Jian suddenly exploded with a terrifying evil spirit, and the sword body shook heavily, warning her.

In the next instant, a loud bang exploded above the head, and the barrier that sheltered Yuliyuan burst into a dazzling light.

"Zi-huh-"

Ning Qingqing swept out and looked up.

I saw a huge black dragon's claw, deeply embedded in the barrier, hanging diagonally on the top of the courtyard, pointing at her maliciously. The cobweb-like cracks spread to all directions, like colored glaze will shatter.

With a beating heart, she was frightened and looked at the broken dragon claw.

The stone dragon claw pierced into the enchantment broke from the root, and the section was as smooth as a mirror.

This is... the dragon on the top of the Qianyuan Palace.

Ning Qingqing looked towards the top of the cliff in amazement, and saw that Qianyuan Palace, which was as dark as a giant beast, was cut off by life.

There are people who dare to break ground on Tai Sui!

A powerful enemy is coming? !

Ning Qingqing's heart beats wildly, her hands and feet are cold. Before she could think about it, she hurried back to the house, stuffed Xie Wuwang's sword and vestments into the universe bag, and sent it to the top of the holy mountain!

Her body was weak and weak, she swept to the top of the mountain, her breath was completely disordered.

She didn't care about mixing evenly, and swept up the top of the giant hall with missing horns.

Divine Nian Jiji swept down, and she was stunned.

Xie Wuwang was facing a white sword fairy in the empty square in front of the giant hall.

Yun Shuimiao, who was supposed to be sent far away, was now shrinking behind Xie Wuwang, and Chuchu was pitifully sheltered by him.

Ning Qingqing's chest suddenly seemed to have opened, and a cold wind poured in.

The roof of the temple is really cold.

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