On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

"Fangcai's words and sentences come from the true heart."

Ning Qingqing knew that this was the best opportunity for her and Xie Wuwang to repair the relationship, but she could no longer control the pain and unwillingness in her heart.

Speaking this sentence is tantamount to turning his back scales.

She was ready for the worst result—in fact, there was nothing worse than the soft knife Lingchi now.

Perhaps when she spoke the first sentence in the square, she was still thinking about her way of retreat. However, after he drove her away without hesitation and then fought with Jihuaizhou, her heart had already turned into cold ashes.

She couldn't change any of his decisions, and he didn't care about her sadness.

She is nothing.

Xie Wuwang frowned, his eyes coldly: "Madam."

Touching her calm but sad smile, his heart softened a little for no reason, and he said patiently: "Since you know this is not easy, you don't have to be tempered with me."

His big hands still held her soft and small shoulders, and the hot palms almost burned her.

She smiled, and a line of tears rolled down: "I just said, is there something wrong?"

No matter what the purpose is, as long as he responds to the battle of Jihuaizhou, the damage done to her will be irreparable. When she was in the square, she had vented her most fierce emotions. At this moment, she was very tired. The lake in the heart was like a piece of quiet water, and all the pain was just ripples on the surface of the water.

"Make sure that no one dares to talk gossip." His long and narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and the ends of his eyes were cold.

He thought she just hurt face.

She twitched the corners of her lips: "The Daoist can block a lot of people, but he can't control what others think."

"Heh." He sneered, "Do you need to care about others?"

He raised his chin slightly, and his handsome face was full of arrogance.

Don't blame him for being conceited. With the three words "Xie Wuwang", the weight is far better than ordinary people.

As long as he can get his eyes blue, others are nothing.

He squinted at her, and the strong cold fragrance spread all over the world.

She knew it was poison, and she would no longer let herself go to moths to fight the fire.

The throbbing pain in her chest made her breathless. Her lips trembled slightly, and she was speechless for a while.

"Madam," he chuckled, covering her back with a big hand, and grabbing her small, soft hand into his palm, "The hand is so cold. How grown up, I still can't learn to take care of myself. Just let me go. It hurts more."

Once again, put down his figure to coax her.

Ning Qingqing looked at him. In his eyes, she couldn't find any guilt.

He would not think he was wrong. A man with status, status, power, and power like him, every day, facing many open guns, secret arrows, and conspiracies, how can he feel like a girl in the backyard? He said that she wanted to feel sad, and that was right, because as long as she stayed in this courtyard, she would not hear or see anything that made her unhappy.

He took her into his arms.

His arms are broad and solid, his arms are amazing, his big hands cover her back, almost covering half of her body.

He lowered his head to kiss her, his eyes dark and his breathing hot.

He knows her Achilles heel, he will use the most pleasant way to easily conquer her soft.

When he panted and hugged her up, she pressed his chest and asked softly: "You kept me until now, just because this body is worthy of use, right?"

He stopped his movements and slowly looked down at her, and the corners of his delicate lips made a sarcasm: "I despise me."

She took advantage of the trend and broke free from his arms. Her body was stained with water, and this pungent smell could keep her awake, not to be confused by him, and drown in a false tender country.

"I just asked you if you want to force me to leave, you have already answered with action." She tried to straighten her back, but the sharp pain of her chest twitching made her bow slightly, like a embarrassed one. , Shrimp covered in water, "Is it going to go back?"

He fixedly looked at her, his eyes getting cold.

"Quick..."

She hurriedly interrupted him: "I don't want enough! I have said everything when I was in the square! You forced me to leave!"

"So?" He smiled without anger, and the corners of his lips curled up coldly. "Where are you going to go this time, and how long?"

In the tears, his face was dazzlingly beautiful.

She moved her lips, and the air in her chest seemed to be evacuated suddenly, suffocated and weak.

His smile was kind and indifferent, and he took a step forward and caught her back in his arms.

Her body shuddered.

"It's not the same where you are angry? It's not safe outside, it's better to be at home." He said in a cool tone, ignoring her struggle, "An Xin, you don't want to see me, I won't come back to disturb you."

She looked up at him in disbelief.

At this moment, there was nothing left on her pale and beautiful face except shock and consternation.

As if stunned by his shamelessness.

He looked down at her, awkwardly, leaned over and pecked her lips at this extremely untimely time.

He let go of her, and walked out unrestrainedly.

When he reached the door, he turned the small half of his face slightly and said to her gently: "During the enchantment restoration, don't trespass without permission to avoid injury."

Ning Qingqing took a long breath—he was trying to imprison her!

When she chased him up, he had turned into a hazy afterimage and disappeared outside the courtyard gate.

In the small courtyard, the cold chuckle he left before leaving was echoed everywhere.

She swept up and was stopped back into the courtyard by the brilliant new enchantment.

"Xie Wuwang!!"

Since that day, Xie Wuwang used a new barrier to seal Yuli Garden for a full half a month.

Every day, Ning Qingqing urged her weak cultivation base, frantically attacked the barrier, and swept aurora-like dazzling colors into the air.

She knew that she couldn't break the barrier he had set up, but she could prevent him from coming by doing so.

As long as she thinks of that person and face of Xie Wuwang, she is always so angry that she trembles uncontrollably, shaking out of shape.

He is like this.

In the early years, every time she quarreled with him, he was so cold to her.

The only difference is that she would not run away from home because of the Cold War at that time, but he was trapped in this courtyard today!

It turned out that Xie Wuwang also had a less confident day. He also knew that if she was released at this moment, she would swim into the sea like a fish and never come back.

"Boom—" The last transparent white light hit the barrier.

She emptied her spiritual energy, wilted back to the bedroom, leaned on the bed, and slowly closed her eyes.

She embraced her trembling body and tried to curl up.

She felt like a little moth, unable to escape from his palm.

Her consciousness gradually blurred, and she fell asleep when she was exhausted.

She dreamed back to when she first met him.

There is a Huangyun Sect to the east of the Qingcheng Sword Sect. The Sect Master Huangyun has a wild heart, and he is always thinking about swallowing the fairy mountain spiritual vein passed down by the old man’s ancestors. The two sects are constantly fighting and fighting. Eat a lot of boredom.

Ning Qingqing deliberately retaliated, and often sneaked into Huang Yunzong to do bad things and trouble them.

Once she was discovered when she set fire, and she jumped out of Huang Yunzong's wall in embarrassment, and fell into Xie Wuwang's arms by accident.

In the sun, the handsome face of the passing youth dazzled her eyes.

He pretended to slap her, and uttered disgustingly: "Little Taoist friends, this is not throwing in your arms, it's the top of Mount Tai."

Huangyun Zongmen chased him out, he smiled lowly, and took her to avoid the chasing soldiers again and again dangerously.

The situation was critical, and he didn't have time to put her down, so the steady and strong hands held her all the time.

The girl's heart went up and down, ups and downs, and it was sent to him bit by bit until it fell completely.

Carefree, love is beginning, and the wind is sweet.

His embrace gave people an endless sense of security, and she leaned on him, her curled up body relaxed a little.

She rolled over and snuggled against his chest.

The familiar breath eroded her, and she couldn't remember those unpleasant things in her dream. She was lying in his arms, she only felt very wronged and sad. As if something nearby hurt her, she came to him to seek comfort. She didn't even think about it, if it was him who hurt her, what would she do?

For three hundred years, she has long been used to relying on him and trusting him.

He patted her back, like coaxing a little baby, soothing her with tenderness.

His embrace is safe and reliable, and he regards her as the treasure of his heart.

Her brows were gradually smoothed by his breath, and the corners of her lips slowly conjured up a pleasant smile. In his arms, she was not afraid of anything.

He quietly stroked her hair, patted her neck, shoulders, and back with his big hands, helping her tight body to relax completely.

Soon, she was turned into a soft and boneless vine by him.

He let out a nice smirk. The hot breath approached her, first kissed her forehead, and then fell to the tip of her nose. After a while, she turned her face to one side, and her scorching eyes fell on her slightly opened lips, making her faintly awake and turning.

Opening her eyes, her head was confused, unable to distinguish between tonight and eve.

Seeing the handsome face close at hand, she palpitated her heart, subconsciously bent her eyes, pursed her lips and smiled.

When the two were first together, he liked to tease her like this, with thin lips close to her, confuse her with the hot breath, waiting for her wish to be hooked.

When she was about to get up in a daze to peck his lips, the sudden pain in her chest awakened her.

wake up.

Regaining her senses, she was extremely keen to catch the faint smile she was determined to win in his black eyes. He was confident, conceited, and arrogant, he was baited, sure she would shake her head and bite her tail.

His demeanor was calm and unconcerned. He didn't care about the harm caused to her.

The body was suddenly stiff, and she wanted to push him away, but found that her arms were wrapped around his thin waist without interest, a burst of blood surged up, and her eyes turned black with excitement.

He turned his face away a little, looked at her tolerantly and dozingly, and asked with a soft smile, "Dreaming about me?"

He used a questioning tone, but his expression was absolutely determined.

She has always been easy to coax. No matter how angry, as long as you give her some time, she can always use the sweet dates in her memories to make herself a mellow honey.

This kind of tenderness and sweetness belongs to him.

Only belongs to him.

He stroked her delicate and full lips with his thumb, and he frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied.

The color has faded. His little man is a lot haggard.

The author has something to say:

Mushroom: Help, she stewed me QAQ with a slow fire! !