On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Ning Qingqing's mind was blank, the falling thunder that struck her mind sank from the Tianling Gai to the soles of her feet, and she couldn't tell whether it was numbness, itching, or pain.

Her gaze shrank into a small beam, firmly confined to the belt around Xie Wuwang's waist.

She woven this belt by herself, using ice silk from Tianshan Mountain in Nanzhanzhou. She manipulated her spiritual power to knit for him. The auspicious cloud pattern on it was woven by her skillfully. It has not been dyed with color, but it changes color with the light.

She stared at an auspicious cloud, not letting the rest of the light sway.

Not looking at the woman who is more like the goddess of Xiyin than her is her last dignity.

Xiangyun moved.

"Make a wing room." Xie Wuwang's voice came from before him.

Suddenly he approached her, his right wide sleeve slightly raised, and a big hand was ringing toward her, ready to hold her waist.

"Heh..." She laughed softly.

It turned out he knew, he knew she would hurt and she would fall.

She doesn't!

Slightly staggered, she stood steadily, and with a wave of her sleeves, she shook him away.

"Does the guest want to live here?" She still stared at the auspicious cloud around his waist and asked.

"Yes."

"East Chamber." She turned around and walked to the side corridor, "I have already cleaned up just now."

After two steps, she raised her hand and stroked her heart a little strangely.

What's the matter, is it not painful?

Numbness and hollowness.

Did she already want to let go and let go? It seems much easier than imagined...

She didn't know that when many animals fell into the mouth of their natural enemies and couldn't escape their fate, their bodies would activate the protective mechanism on their own, so that they would be completely paralyzed and could not feel any damage from the outside world, even if they were torn apart by their fangs. Even if the throat is bitten through, even if it is swallowed into a suffocating darkness... it doesn't feel like.

"Can the East Chamber?" She heard Xie Wuwang ask the woman in a gentle voice.

She happened to lift her foot onto the wooden porch and stumbled under her feet.

She helped down the porch, stood firmly, step by step, steadily walked to the front of the carved row, and pushed it aside.

In the sun, there are fine dust flying.

The woman uttered a low, hesitant nasal sound, which didn't seem to be very satisfied.

Ning Qingqing looked back and smiled: "Long stay without people, there is a little dust. How about living in the main house? I will simply clean up and it will be clean."

It's great, the body seems to have become a wooden shell, and it won't hurt at all.

Xie Wuwang glanced coldly, and said every word: "Just the East Chamber."

She smiled and nodded, stiffly walked into the wing and looked around, and then signaled that Xie Wuwang had packed up.

She walked along the wooden corridor to the main house.

The eyes were dry and empty, and I didn't want to cry.

Is it better for the sword to hang over the head, or to fall down? Ning Qingqing didn't know the answer either.

She walked back to the house lightly, walked to the window, and sat down slowly. With a touch of his hand, he touched a pot of strong tea that had just been prepared for Master.

She made herself a shallow cup and put it to her lips.

She knocked her teeth on the tea cup, and she realized that her fingers and lips were shaking.

She held the rim of the cup in an awkward position and drank it in one fell swoop.

Curiously, her body seemed to have become a broken barrel. The tea drank from his mouth and ran out of his eyes.

She raised her hand in surprise to touch the wet lines on her face, and drank another glass in disbelief.

Still ran out of his eyes.

She smiled blankly, as if the child found a novel toy, toasted and drank again.

It didn't disappoint her, every time it came out of her eyes, it made her clothes wet.

She was drinking mechanically numbly.

After drinking about seven or eight cups, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"clang."

The tea cup between his fingers fell on the tea tray and rolled twice, and the remaining tea at the bottom of the cup slowly flowed out.

Xie Wuwang pulled her up and stared coldly.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Drink tea." She replied startledly.

She twitched her wrist and found that she couldn't get it back. He pinched her to a little pain, and she couldn't help but frowned and looked at him. She touched her dreamy face, and the heart buried in the ashes struck slightly, and a puff of sour liquid slowly soaked in.

"Don't think too much." There was no expression on his face.

"I didn't think about anything." She smiled at him, "Really nothing."

His face was darker and his voice was cold: "Be more sensible, don't make trouble."

A very hot hand stroked her cheek and wiped away the tear stains on her face very slowly and hard.

"I'm not making trouble." She responded lowly, "You let me arrange the wing, and I will arrange it."

Xie Wuwang curled his lips mockingly, his black eyes staring at her condescendingly, full of ridicule.

"Oh... Are you jealous?" She raised a finger, pointed at Dongxiang, and asked flatly, "Is that what I think? Others will search for you the beauties according to your wishes? ?"

His thin, perfectly-shaped lips moved, and his beautiful Adam's apple rolled around, as if he was about to say something, but in the end he just faintly uttered a word: "Yes."

Ning Qingqing nodded.

At this moment, she was extremely grateful for the harm he brought her these days. If she was stabbed by him off guard, she would not be able to hold it. But at this moment she was prepared, her heart was broken into a pile of loose ashes, and the knife stabbed it up, which didn't hurt.

She tried to ask him in a calm tone: "You know my bottom line, why do you still do this?"

Xie Wuwang stared at her for a while with a look that she couldn't understand at all, and said playfully, "Bottom line, line?"

He lowered his head slightly, raised her chin with a finger, and stared at her.

The cold pressure made her breathe hard.

The heartbeat was getting sicker, she realized that he was awakening her from the paralysis. He would not allow a person to be absent-minded when facing him.

She gradually became a little unbearable, her eyes flickered, his handsome face disappeared in front of her, and the tingling pain returned to her chest with her breathing.

"Thinking too much." There was a cold and serious expression in his dark eyes, "In front of me, no one is qualified to talk about the bottom line."

Her lips parted blankly.

After a moment of sluggishness, she asked again: "Two hundred years ago, you sent Yun Shuimiao away. Isn't it for me?"

Xie Wuwang smiled. He didn't answer, but his smile revealed everything.

After a long while, he looked down and said, "I only pet you because I like it and I am willing, not because of your threat."

Those numb sensations returned to her body completely.

The heart seemed to be torn apart by each hand, and the air was as cold as a knife, scraping into the lungs, astringent and painful. But fortunately, it hurts a lot recently, I'm used to it, and I can handle it.

"So..." She made a weak voice, "Will you want her?"

She didn't want to shake, but her shoulders were still curled up trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

He smiled lowly: "It's not good, it depends on the situation. Maybe you can try to coax me again? You can send people away once, maybe twice, three times, or a hundred times. But don't be like the last time. If you just want to cry, just cry."

Her head was stunned, her body was one step ahead of her thoughts, and she slammed his face with her hand.

His wrist was pinched by him without accident. Taoist Xie Wuwang, how could he be slapped in the face?

He used some strength to make her hurt.

The more pain the more sober.

She was wrong, ridiculously wrong.

"Resignation," she gasped slightly, staring into his eyes, "you and me, it doesn't matter anymore!"

Xie Wuwang laughed lightly.

He casually threw her hand aside.

"Aqing, don't you understand? Without me protecting you, your appearance will attract Zhang Tianbao and others sooner or later. Do you think who can keep you in Qingcheng Mountain?"

She looked at him in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe what she had heard.

He took a step forward and stroked her cheek with a big hand.

He said gently: "He is clearly a wise man, why do I have to speak up. You and I are sentimental. No one can replace you. There is no need to worry about gains and losses. Simply follow me, don't think too much, isn't it good?"

She trembled: "So, you don't let me go."

He laughed very well: "It is to prevent you from being stupid. Qing, there is no regret medicine in the world."

The corners of his lips were smiling, but the cold eyes showed that he was patiently exhausted.

Ning Qingqing knew that he was going to leave her, cold her, and let her swallow the bitter fruit and digest it on her own.

She can no longer be locked up by him.

The five fingers in the sleeves were clenched tightly, and the thorns penetrated deeply into the palm to stop the body and voice from trembling.

"Okay. Not to mention leaving." She bit her lip, "Then you promised me to return to Qingcheng Mountain, you still can't count it?"

He stared at her, his eyes deep.

"Perhaps time can relieve me, figure it out, and be willing to serve a husband with others." After saying this, the pain in her chest was no less than a panic-stricken heart, and her shoulders shook uncontrollably, every word. Pause, "But now, no. I can't do it."

He raised his eyebrows slightly and waited for her to continue.

She took a breath: "Let me stay here to face you and others. This is too cruel. I will only resent and collapse. If you still miss me, let me leave here and calmly figure it out."

Every time she uttered a word, there was a smelly airflow from her chest, causing her voice to become halted every word, with some air cavities in the word.

His tone was lazy, and he said half-truth: "Madam is not staring here, what if I really move someone else."

"That's what I asked for." She gritted her teeth.

"Heh." He chuckled lightly, rubbing his thumb on her cheek for a while, and replied, "Yes."

He should.

Her heart was sore, and after the pain reached its extreme, she floated up lightly.

She pursed her lips and said, "I will come back if I figure it out. Don't come to pick me up, lest I'm still angry and quarreling with you."

He smiled softly, his eyes clear: "...Don't wait."

She quietly stared at his affectionate face, and the corners of her lips were involuntarily smirked. This is the person she has loved for more than 300 years.

She was grateful for his magnanimity, and she said everything clearly and didn't leave her any thoughts.

Then she can let go.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't leave her hometown, and she will never marry someone else in her life.

Before the tears welled up, she stopped her head in time: "I'm leaving."

"Fotuzi will send you off."

She nodded, went to the window, and fetched her mushrooms.

Xie Wuwang came up and gently pressed her wrist, smiling but not smiling: "Why, every month is full at night, Madam wants me to meet in Qingcheng Mountain?"

Ning Qingqing's face changed slightly and she withdrew her hand.

No matter, this mushroom was also given to her by him, so why take it away.

She didn't even want him, and she wanted mushrooms.

The author has something to say:

Mushroom: Ahhhhh! Ah Qing, you Kang Kang, my Er Kang hand! !