On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

The monks and monsters who used to die endlessly squeezed into a pile.

"Hey...shoo-hey...shoo-"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

After all, the monsters don't take a bath, they look furry and cute from a distance, and get together close by, but the bashful smell is life-threatening.

From time to time, a big smelly beast's feet hit the monk's nose.

In the midst of jumping, the trackers dragged the burning huge wall and aimed at the Demon Abyss.

"Om—"

The incandescent earth is falling towards the Demon Abyss.

Xie Wuwang hung on one side, coordinating the overall situation blankly.

Finally, the thin lips moved slightly: "Withdraw."

A group of monks let go, greeted the surrounding monsters, and evacuated the dangerous area together.

Ning Mushroom manipulated thousands of myceliums to flick back to the formation, returning all the divine power and flame power to the giant formation.

She was left with only a small ball, like a cloud of flocks about to disperse, dragging the thin silk threads that dragged on the left and right sides, and swam strenuously to a safe place.

‘Why doesn’t anyone care about me--" She dragged herself aggrievedly into a strip, ‘I have no strength, no more—’

trickle!

The soft mycelium Xiaoyunxu hit the man's hard chest.

Xie Wuwang took her into his arms, flew over her long body, and fell to safety.

He took a large robe from the Qiankun bag, tied it to the scorched dead tree casually, turned it into a cloth pocket, and put the bunch of hyphae in it.

It's like putting a soft young bird into a nest.

Ning Mycelium: "..."

She chased his fingers out of the cloth pocket, and looked around, she saw a whole area of ​​purgatory burning with incandescent flames occupying all of her vision, spreading to the end of the horizon.

Just like the whole world.

The light of the three circles of seals was shining brightly, reflected in the sky, as if a star map had descended into the world.

The muffled roar and struggle of the ground were suppressed to death.

Her mind was firmly grasped by the magnificent sight before her eyes.

In the center of the giant formation, a mountain gradually rises.

It's like a monster under the sea surfaced!

As the mountain peaks become higher and higher, the white flames covering it will flow around like a waterfall, and the peak of the mountain is about to burst out of the waves.

It is in the shape of a mushroom!

A twisted and ugly mushroom is like a mold that has been magnified hundreds of millions of times.

Under the pimple-covered umbrella cap, the folds are ready to unfold...

Ning Qingqing's heart was startled-it was going to spray spores!

The Cthulhu knew that he was unable to return to the sky, so he had to do his best to send the spores out in an attempt to come to the sky.

Ning Qingqing eagerly protruded most of the hyphae and glanced at Xie Wuwang nervously.

I saw his dark eyes were cold and faint, as if he was already fighting.

"Look." He pushed her back into his comfortable cloth pocket.

She didn't have the strength to flop, she could only hang a strand of mycelium on the edge of the nest honestly, and watched him teleport towards that side of flame purgatory.

"Zheng——"

Long Yao came out, and things changed.

When Sen Leng's murderous intent was spreading, the witnesses couldn't tell whether it was the evil **** that bulged like a mountain was more terrifying, or the man with a sword in one hand was more terrifying.

Xie Wuwang in front of people is always elegant and undisciplined. Most of the people who have seen him have become dead souls in flames.

Until this moment, everyone knew that under the hypocritical and gentle skin of Daojun Xie Wuxie, there was a fierce killing **** Yan Luo hidden.

He made no secret of those violent and cruel killing skills.

Accompanied by the chuckle of the cold into the bones, the sky full of violent flames was dyed into pure black by the evil spirit, with one sword and one sword, wantonly torturing.

The dying evil **** screamed sharply, condensed into a twisted and trembling ball of slime, and fell downward.

The cruel hunter rushed to kill with a sword in his hand.

The final blow, like the sky and the earth flooding, the waves of flames congealed at the tip of the sword, and the wailing evil **** was blasted down into incandescent purgatory!

Backhand, return to the sheath.

He returned to his careless appearance. Behind him, the black and white twin flames rushed straight into the sky, strangling the sinking Cthulhu completely.

He did not turn his head, his long eyes lifted, and he looked out of the battlefield coldly.

His long body swayed slightly, his feet lifted, and flashed away.

Seeing him return safely, Ning Qingqing fell out of her cloth pocket excitedly, and got out of her body when she landed.

Without time to find clothes in a hurry, he simply used mycelium to form a cloud-like gauze to cover his hollow mushroom.

Lifting his eyes, Xie Wuwang was walking through the sea of ​​flames and teleported towards her.

The flames in his black eyes were not extinguished, and the cold murderous intent and evil intentions were slowly converging, and the wild flames between the heaven and the earth were like a scene, making his face even colder and whiter.

It is the appearance that can make mushrooms addicted to color.

She trot up to meet her.

This is her hero.

Really righteous, the hero of the storm.

She opened her arms, and with her tenderness and affection, she fell softly into his embrace.

He caught her.

His fighting spirit has not yet dissipated, and his breath is hot and fierce.

As he embraced her, he gave a big hand, and his voice was slightly hesitant and hoarse: "...cloudy yarn? A Qing, this place is not suitable."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

In the past, she put on the cloud gauze, which was a vague expression to him that she was willing to bear all his presumption.

The face rubbing against his chest froze suddenly, and she raised her head imperceptibly, her eyes drooping and she told him: "This is mycelium!"

Xie Wuwang's face is thicker than the city walls, and if he smiles casually, his smile looks bad and beautiful.

When she really threw herself into his arms and smelled her favorite cold fragrance, she found that she was shy again, unable to say a word of love.

After a moment of silence, she gently grabbed his clothes and tilted her head to look towards the world burning with incandescent phoenix flames.

"Is it over?" she asked.

"Soon."

She opened her eyes vigorously and stared at the gorgeous earth without blinking.

Her mushroom has been completely hollowed out, and when everything is over, she will have a good sleep and repair all her hyphae.

She will last until the dust settles.

Huang Huo sank downward.

Finally, the beams of light reflected in the air extinguished one after another, and the nine thousand miles of Ten Thousand Demon Pit fell completely, and together with the Demon Abyss, it burned into a clean black fertile soil.

A wisp of embers swept out of the ruins and fell on Xie Wuwang's fingertips.

The knuckles moved slightly, and the brows were lightly raised.

"Cthulhu's memory." He groaned, his fingers closed, and swallowed the Cthulhu's memory fragments.

Ning Qingqing opened her eyes, her curiosity was blazing, but she couldn't bear the sleepiness that swept across the sky.

Her eyes went dark, and she fell into deep sleep.

Yuli Garden.

The sun is good, Xie Wuwang put the big wooden nest on the roof to dry it fluffy and dry, then took his sleeping beauty into the wooden nest and placed it under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

He was leaning against the wooden nest, his cold white jade fingers playing with a piece of wood carelessly, talking to her one after another.

"A Qing."

"Today, exterminating Huaiyin Mountain, sending the first battle like snow, your duck and demon beast participated in the battle and killed a thousand miles in the red land."

His voice was calm as if he was chatting with her: "At this point, all the sect families that colluded with demons and were enemies of the righteous way have been destroyed, and no one is left. Qing, this is the peaceful and prosperous age you like, when will you wake up? have a look?"

He looked down at the wood in his palm, not satisfied, and frowned and threw it into the universe bag.

The gaze fell on her.

She breathed evenly and her face was calm, as if she would wake up at any time.

But never wake up.

A dark cloud passed over the Yuli Garden, passing through his heart by the way.

With the memory of the evil god, he has understood the origin of the gods and demons.

But if that were the case, the woman in the wooden nest would not wake up again.

He did not move, watching the dark clouds above his head move away.

When the sun fell, he stretched out and turned her hands over, drying the palms and backs of her hands.

"It's time to take a shower again." He squeaked. "If you dare to do anything to me in the pool, don't blame me for not being a human being."

He bent down his tall and straight body and pressed it to her ear.

The voice was low, the breath was hot, and he uttered two words into the bones of his bones.

After all, stepped back and looked at her left and right.

"What a woman with a thicker skin than a brick wall, she doesn't know if she is blushing and shy when she hears this."

He picked her up in disgust, and strode towards the side chamber spirit pond.

The mist filled his eyes, covering his eyes.

Her thin arms swayed gently in the warm water waves, touching him from time to time.

"One last warning." He threatened her gloomily, "Try touching me again?"

For a while, that little hand was really shaken to the other side by the water.

He caught it back and placed it on the upper reaches of the wave.

The fingers running down the river touched him again.

He smirked happily, raised his hand to stir up a ray of bright flames, and carved a new stroke for her on the jade wall by the pool.

"You asked for it. Don't cry then."

Time passed.

When staring at Ning Qingqing's sleeping face, Xie Wuwang became more and more easily lost.

He has a high level of cultivation, a wide range of knowledge, and has his own knowledge and experience of everything in this world.

After getting the Cthulhu's memory, in a sense, he has realized the true Tao.

The chaos is first divided, the clear qi rises and the muddy qi sinks, the world is divided into two polarities. When the two poles merge, everything will be biochemically and endlessly ever since.

Everything in the world originates from chaos, and naturally gathers turbidity into one.

Evil and demons, both because of greed and evil in the world, grow unconstrained, which in turn stimulates the turbid energy in the source of chaos and gives birth to consciousness. The combination of pure evil and the original power created the demons and evil gods that humans cannot match.

In contrast, there are good thoughts and righteous qi to urge the source of clear qi, and lower the righteous **** who punishes evil and eliminates demons.

The battle between good and evil is in the hearts of the people. The evil spirits are eliminated, and the good gods born from the heart shall return to heaven and earth.

Never come back again.

Xie Wuwei calmly blew away the sawdust from his fingers.

"A Qing."

"Yin Zhi Su failed to survive the 1384th trial, and died in prison this morning, unable to continue to contribute to the world. It's a pity."

"Do you remember him?" He chatted with her one after another. "Your guesses were correct before, except for the details."

Cthulhu's spores can only be parasitic in the bodies of extremely simple minds, such as monsters.

Yin Zhi Su, who is fascinated by medicine, happened to be a "extremely simple" person who became the first human host.

Yin Zhi Su has no concept of good and evil, and occasionally communicated a few words with the evil spirits in his body, but it didn't make much difference.

His life changed after he fell in love with Yuyao and then lost the love.

He wanted to cause disasters to bring the Xiyin goddess back to the world, and the evil **** also wanted to infect the human monks with spores. The two sides hit it off and went astray, using the son and mother devil gu to make the devil gu spores that can infect humans. Medicine and poison have something in common since ancient times, and the sound of the sound is mastered in this way, and he can be called a genius.

In addition, Yin Zhishou indeed knew about Lian Xuejiao's separation from Yuyao a long time ago. His method of revenge was to let Lian Xuejiao give birth to Yin Chaofeng, and then use the Devil Gu to control his own son and do evil.

Innocent people become paranoid, even more vicious.

Xie Wuwang's eyebrows moved slightly, returning to his senses, his gaze retracted from the distant clouds and fell to the peacefully sleeping woman.

He didn't mention the story of the love and murder of Yun Shuimiao before Yin Zhisu was arrested, nor the ending of Yun Shuimiao.

Gently trace her eyebrows, nose, and lips with her fingers.

"A Qing, if I fall into a demon, will you wake up?"

His voice was calm and calm, not like a joke.

Today, there are guests from Qingcheng Mountain to visit Ning Qingqing, who has been sleeping for a hundred years.

Xie Wuwei hugged her into the Lingchi early in the morning, soaking her cheeks so that she was ruddy, and soaking every strand of hair with mellow blossom dew, making her fragrant and warm.

He chose a vibrant green dress for her to put on.

This green suit is made of nine layers of shark yarn, and nine layers of cloud-like silk are stacked in one place, and the thickness is not as thick as the rice paper he usually uses.

The shades of green are dyed with the spiritual power of wood, naturally with the fragrance of plants and trees, and the changes in light and shade are natural. When they move, it seems that the essence of wood of the four seasons is gathered on her body.

Dressed her up properly and placed it in the Yunsi quilt, looking left and right, but always felt that something was wrong.

After staring at her and pondering for a long time, she was strategizing, wise, and never forgotten. Taoist Xie Wuwang suddenly realized an extremely serious problem-he had forgotten that when Su Ri was lying on the bed, she looked like a cloud of ink. Is your hair pressed under your body or on the pillow?

Thinking about it, getting more confused.

He picked her up, wrapped his long arms over the waterfall-like blue silk, gathered them all behind her, and then helped her to lie down and cover the bedding.

Only a few hair strands swelled up and nestled on top of her head.

When he fiddled with it again, he found that the hair under her was not smooth, and it was bent in many places.

Xie Wuwang: "..."

He pulled her out of her head and put it on the pillow.

It feels wrong to put it on the left and right.

He stared at her hair, and a clear blankness floated in his black eyes-how did so many days come?

Fortunately, Ning Tianxi and his party arrived outside Yuliyuan in time and interrupted Xie Wuwang's entanglement.

He invited guests from his natal family into the courtyard and entertained everyone courteously, but his heart was always lingering with profound obsessions.

When everyone looked at Ning Qingqing on the bed, he couldn't help pressing his thin lips slightly, as if a string was stretched in his head.

I'm afraid that others will ask him why her hair is so strange.

Fortunately, the people of Mount Qingcheng didn't notice this "top priority".

"Daojun." Ning Tianxi touched the wine gourd on her waist and sighed, "It's been so long, I'm afraid Xiao Qing'er won't wake up again. Why not let her return to where she came from? The scenery there is excellent. , A small river, a clean meadow, there will always be small yellow and white flowers in spring and summer, Xiao Qing'er must like it."

Xie Wuwang's smile didn't flicker: "Head Ning, she is just a little sleepy."

Ning Tianxi sighed lightly and lowered her head.

"Daojun!" A loud and loud voice exploded abruptly.

Xie Wuwang moved his eyebrows slightly and looked up.

Wu Xiaqi, the second female disciple of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, stood up: "Don't get me wrong with Master. Master just wants to bring Xiao Qing'er back to Qingcheng Mountain, not to bury her! You don't know, in the past few years..."

"Cough!" Ning Tianxi coughed heavily, trying to interrupt Wu Xiaqi.

Wu Dahuahua ignored him and said: "In the past few years, there have been so many people who are active in their minds! They often turn around and put pressure on us, which means that Qinger can't wake up, but he occupies the pit and does not shit. The position of Mrs. Daojun is freed up so that they can arrange some Tianjiao ladies for you!"

Ning Tianxi helped her forehead: "The Daoist will listen to the nonsense of the little guy. I listen to the old man just as farting, and I won't take it to my heart..."

"Heh! Heh!" Wu Xiaqi didn't give any face, "You have a dead duck beak! Those great, great, great-great-granddaughters of ancestors, and disciples of the hidden world and the three thousand-year-old trees who have blossomed and harvested... You have to Do you have to entertain with a smiley face!"

Ning Tianxi lowered her eyes melancholy: "It's not like that, that is, Xiao Qing'er has slept too long, which has delayed Dao Sovereign."

"I'm worrying too much." Xie Wuwang smiled and said softly, "A Qing Su Ri can't spit out ivory from his mouth. Now it's quiet, I really like it."

"That's true." The old eighteen who stood behind Wu Xiaqi couldn't help but interject, "Xiao Qing'er's mouth is really a cat dislikes a dog."

Everyone laughed.

Only oneself knows how much bitterness is hidden in the laugh.

Today, from five, six, seven, eight, twelve, fourteen, eighteen... to the last little junior sister, everyone is here.

After Xie Wuwang killed the Heretic God and swallowed up the memory fragments of the Heretic God, he conveniently wiped out all the remaining seeds of the Heretic God in the world.

Now, all the disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect who were infected with Devil Gu spores have been rescued. The news Xie Wuwang has been chanting in Ning Qingqing's ears a hundred or eighty times, but it is a pity that she never even trembles in her eyelashes.

At lunch time, after Ning Tianxi and his entourage inquired about what food was near the sacred mountain, they left with contentment.

Xie Wuwang only sent people to the gate of Yuliyuan.

He dared not leave her too long.

As long as he looked away from her for a moment, he would always unconsciously think of her falling off the bed and struggling helplessly on the ground.

I was scared once.

Back in the house, I saw that she was still sleeping peacefully.

"Small conscience." He chuckled softly. "Others came all the way and didn't even look at it."

After all, the clothes were lifted, and the Da Ma Jindao sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for the wood on the table.

Throughout the afternoon, there was only a squeaky sound of ‘簌簌’ in Yuliyuan.

At dusk, he faintly raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

"Old ancestor, great-grandson? Closed disciple?" He curled his lips, smiling gently, "Comparing this monarch to Mao Keng. So courageous."

Recently, Xie Wuwang said fewer words every day.

He was silent, taking her bath and changing clothes every day meticulously, taking her to the sun, helping her move her joints and massage her muscles.

It is the eighteenth time that Ji Ruxue has come to the door to make fun of him.

The words that Xie Wuwang said to Ji Ruxue when he burned Yu Yao's body in the past are now being repeated by Ji Ruxue to ridicule.

Every time Ji Ruxue visits, Xie Wuwang will definitely meet him. When he ridicules, Xie Wuwang always silently accepts it with a smile.

As time passed, Ji Ruxue was a little embarrassed.

If it were not for the deepest affection, which man could bear such a bird's air? Xie Wuwang is also a man of temperament!

Thinking like this, when Ji Ruxue left the holy mountain, she couldn't help but sigh, and secretly decided not to poke Wuwang's scar next time, but brought some fine wine and drank with him.

"That's it..."

Send as snow and lonely as snow.

Watching this person disappear outside the enchantment, Xie Wuzuo sneered and sat on the bed sloppily and glanced at the sleeping woman An Ran.

"A Qing, you can bear to see him making fun of me like this?"

His smile was the same as before, but the light in his black eyes was dimmer day by day.

Tighten your fingers and hold the wood in your palm.

Ning Qingqing had a long, long dream.

From her being picked up by Ning Tianxi back to Qingcheng Mountain, to falling off the walls of Huang Yunzong's courtyard and falling into Xie Wuwang's arms, to knowing each other for three hundred years... scene after scene, all the pictures passed by like a revolving lantern.

This is how people are about to die.

She is very melancholy.

After finally eliminating the Devil God and the Evil God, and spelling out a peaceful and prosperous world, she wants to let go?

It's not fair--

Psychological imbalance-

The depressed mushroom passively watched himself wandering in Yuli Garden, rushing into Xie Wuwang's arms again and again sweetly.

She was even more sad.

Now she has seen through his duplicity and knows how much he loves himself. Looking at the dark flames in his eyes and all kinds of superb and powerful techniques, the depression in her heart almost overflowed her forehead-she could see it and couldn't eat it.

She has no chance to be greedy.

The poor Mushroom watched the passage of time with a sense of melancholy.

Even when it came to the saddest love in memory, she didn't feel sore.

After all, she knew his intentions very well, and also knew what the price this hard-billed dead bird was going to pay next.

...Of course, the most important reason is...

This time, it was their last time!

It never happened again.

Let's do it and cherish it.

She sighed faintly, watching the picture of herself falling tragically in love, and then watching herself get up a little bit.

She watched the smile on her face shattered into ashes, and watched more tough flowers bloom out of the ashes.

The shattered smile, one by one, condensed back again.

In a trance, an overlapping illusion appeared in front of his eyes.

She gradually couldn't see her face.

The face that gradually returned to the sweet smile always suddenly turned into a wood-like material.

It's terrifying!

What's even more shocking is that this wooden face is a bit bad for carving.

Sometimes the bridge of the nose is crooked, sometimes the lips are open...

Ning Qingqing's mood changed from horror to dazed. It was also the first time she had seen the revolving lantern before she was dying, and she had no experience for reference.

Face... from time to time it turns into wood... Is it normal?

Time goes forward day by day.

This mushroom with a wooden face began to "slaughter the Quartet", war monsters, war weapon spirits, war demons, and war evil gods.

Her ending is coming soon.

The only thing that made her feel gratified was that the carving of the wooden face gradually improved. Looking at the sweet smiling face, she couldn't help being infected from time to time, and she giggled along with it.

Finally, it's the last moment.

Cthulhu Fuzhu, in the memory picture, she lay in Xie Wuwei's arms, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In fact, there are regrets. If she had known that she would not wake up again after this sleep, she would have told him what was in her heart early.

Unfortunately, there is no chance.

Her thoughts gradually dissipated, and her intuition told her that she would dissipate in the world and return to the source of goodwill and love.

It's beautiful and peaceful.

The picture disappeared, and there was only a warm white light in front of me.

Good~ comfortable~ service~ ah~

Suddenly, amidst the peace, that wooden face floated abruptly.

Ning Mushroom: "..."

This face is extremely agile, it is her appearance and the sweetest smile on her face.

It kept laughing at her.

For some reason, she laughed very sadly.

She stared at it, staring at it all the time.

The beautiful, calm, and warm white light gradually faded like a tide.

She felt her body become heavy.

The wooden face has been leading her in front, leading her through a long, long passage.

Suddenly, it seemed that the drowning man poked his head out of the water.

She took a very long breath and suddenly opened her eyes!

The world goes round and round.

She saw someone.

"Thanks...cough, nothing wrong."

The man leaning on the bed didn't seem to be able to recover, and he didn't move for a while.

Ning Qingqing's vision was very blurred, she tried her best to open her eyes and looked at his hand.

I saw him holding Yulimu in one hand and a carving knife in the other.

A lifelike wooden face will make the final stroke.

is her.

She subconsciously touched the Qiankun bag he placed next to the pillow.

Look inside.

Thousands of Yulimu people.

Some noses were crooked, and some lips were cut... They were neatly arranged to guide her home.

He brought back the lost wooden man and brought her back.

Mushroom's heart trembled fiercely, the corners of his eyes drooped, and he burst into tears.

"I am back!"

(End of text)

The author has something to say: I will update it tomorrow.

Thanks to everyone who accompanied me along the way.

Writing on this subject is really stressful hahaha!

I withstood it and wrote down the story in my heart completely, so happy!

In fact, this is exactly what this article wants to express-

I hope that girls, be brave, firm, and confident.

Please believe in yourself and fly strong against the wind and waves.

(Sorry just finished writing the ending, I'm a little second in grade)