On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Ning Qingqing looked down slowly.

Xie Wuwang knew her weakness.

No matter how angry he is, as long as he hugs her on the bed, he will always be able to conquer her softly in the most pleasant way and make her fascinated by him.

After turning her into a handful of crisp snow and a pool of muddy flowers, and then coaxing her, it doesn't take much effort.

But the saddest thing is that even such a simple and pleasant way is not his first choice. When she was angry and quarreling with him, he was more willing to walk away, leaving her alone and calm.

She looked at him.

She had already understood that there were too many problems between her and him.

Even if he hadn't touched the woman with a flower on her forehead, the things that happened these days have left this feeling riddled with blood and blood. The end of that mushroom is the end of her hopeless love.

The end of this relationship can be seen at a glance.

"Okay." She whispered.

Xie Wuwang was startled instead.

"Be a husband and wife, and leave your home tomorrow." She lifted her eyes inch by inch and looked at his breathlessly beautiful face, "The Taoist is the co-lord of the world, so he can say nothing. of."

His cheekbone moved slightly, and he seemed to grind his teeth.

After a long while, he said lightly and quietly: "Just miss me like this? Regardless of the injury?"

"I also hope that I will feel sorry for one or two, and the strength will be lighter...not too long." She said, and began to untie her clothes.

She spent so many days in Qingcheng Sword Swordsman, always wearing a generous white sword robe.

It's not a golden thread, it's no longer as thin as a cicada's wings, and it has no allure. However, when this unremarkable big robe hangs down, revealing the beautiful scenery hidden underneath, it is most boring.

Xie Wuwang lowered his head and laughed: "Madam's request is quite embarrassing."

At this point, it is impossible for a man to retire.

He simply took off his robe, embraced her, and fell into the Yunsi quilt.

Supporting the bed with his arms, he didn't put the weight on her.

His breathing gradually slowed down, staring at her as if he was exploring prey.

He is the Jiuyan Jihuo Dao body, and his body is usually hotter and drier than ordinary people. If she is unwilling and uncooperative, it will be difficult to act, and she can't force it.

The handsome face was lowered, and she kissed her nose tenderly, and then kissed her cheek.

The cold fragrance eroded her, and her voice was vague and vague.

"...Finally, I will give you a chance to regret it."

She shook her head: "Just leave tomorrow..."

He couldn't bear it, and he broke through her teeth familiarly, swallowing the rest of the words into his abdomen.

She was very cooperative, opened her lips slightly and did not make any resistance, but after all, she felt numb.

Even his body curled up unconsciously.

After a while, he slightly propped up his body and moved a little further away from her, squinted at her face, and after a while, he suddenly chuckled.

He stroked her hair, and his voice was low and deep: "An Xin, my husband is very clean."

The seductive ending was still there, and he tossed and kissed her lips again. His breath is still intoxicating, and in three hundred years, he has developed an excellent kissing technique. He is familiar with it, knowing how to quickly sink this soft little woman.

Big hands clasped her five fingers, and then wandered around, comforting her and deceiving her.

Coax her to get what she wants.

She gradually had an illusion-he seemed to cherish her very much and was doing everything possible to confirm that every inch of her body was in his arms and under his control. He treated her like a jewel like a treasure, greedy and reluctant to give up.

She interrupted the delusion in time. Now she will no longer be affectionate.

"Xie Wuwang..." She tilted her head to avoid his lips, and said softly, "It's going to be a peace, let me coax me with a lie."

At that time, she hadn't given up on him, she insisted on asking him whether she loved her or not. How did he respond?

—A Qing wants to listen to lies?

It was like being struck by lightning at that time, but now it was relieved. She wanted to see what Xie Wuwang said about love.

He paused slightly and laughed lowly.

"It's a grudge," he said slowly, but with a bit of her softening, Na Xiang rushed into the city simply and cleanly.

She curled up subconsciously, raised her hand to push him, her fingers clasped her, and she pressed her hands to her side.

He exhaled deeply, his eyes darkened. I've suppressed her temper for many days, but she was scrupulous about her injury, and finally didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so she just handled it lightly and tried a little bit.

His Jiuyan Jihuo Dao body is always hot.

In the past, his temperature made her blatantly happy, but now her mood is different, just like a torment.

She frowned and suppressed her discomfort forcibly.

Gradually he recovered his usual rhythm.

With ease, his thin lips tossed, kissed her earlobe, and whispered, "I hope that Madam will take back her life, so you and I will love this life like this, how about it."

She opened her eyes suddenly, her voice chilling: "You want to go back?"

The detached look of guard made him sink his face.

He snorted lightly, half-squinted his long eyes indifferently, and said coldly: "Aren't you going to listen to lies."

"...Oh." She closed her eyes and pursed her lips.

At that moment, she had already figured it out. If she agrees, then he will follow the boat and expose the matter. She shouldn't, that's it.

He holds the chance to win, and he won't lose out on the left and right.

He was obviously displeased, and she was a little bit cruel, and her weak body gradually began to weaken.

She felt that she was like that mushroom at the moment, burned by the high temperature, she was about to wither and die.

If you want to die, die more thoroughly.

She slowly opened her eyes and stared at him: "I still want to hear the truth, can you answer my last question?"

His body pressed harder, as if to stop her from speaking, but the corners of his lips curled up casually: "Ask."

She let out some aura: "I married me because I looked like the goddess of Xiyin?"

His expression quickly cooled down.

She remembered that when she asked him this question last time, he let her be enough, and then walked away.

He stared at her with a blank expression on his face.

Her eyes stubbornly pursued the true meaning in his eyes.

Finally, he sneered and said, "Yes."

If she wants to ask for trouble, he will do it all.

"Done? Satisfied?" He leaned forward and stroked her cheek.

"Yeah." She closed her eyes, her expression was gentle and harmless, and she assumed the appearance of being picked by a gentleman.

He let out a low, dangerous laugh.

In the next moment, he tried his best, with various methods.

He is so familiar with her.

Soon, she sank into hell, and the most beautiful flowers bloomed on the painful earth.

It seems that the gorgeous silk silk is hooked into strands of roughness, and it seems that the newly bloomed flower bones are ruthlessly broken.

Extreme pain, bliss.

Beautiful and broken.

The body and soul are extremely separated. She hated her instinctive love for him, and her heart was so painful that she turned to ashes, but her body was constantly floating and reveling.

There was a lot of blackness in front of me.

Seeing the uncontrollable tears overflowing from the corner of her eyes, his vision was lost and almost fainted, he kissed her cheek happily and chuckled softly.

"I don't like the goddess of Xiyin..." The thin lips rolled to her ears, hesitated for a moment, and finally did not say the second half.

—I only like you.

She fell asleep completely.

His pale little face was flushed to his satisfaction, and his lips were red and slightly swollen. The soft and petite body was nestled in the Yunsi quilt, looking innocent and pitiful.

Be cute and lovely.

This little thing is always so easy to conquer.

He stroked her hair and pondered for a moment.

He got up, half-dressed in a robe, walked unruly to the window, took her underwear, and dipped the pen with cinnabar to write for her.

He doesn't like to write, and occasionally becomes impatient with her. He writes one or two words randomly, and she secretly treasures them as a treasure.

His gaze inadvertently swept over the small wooden grid she thought no one had noticed, her thin lips curled up, and she snorted lightly.

Slender fingers tapped his forehead lightly, he hesitated, writing—

Qingcheng Mountain, just stay.

By your husband's side, you are the only one from now on.

"hiss…"

He frowned with toothache, picked up a pen, and added a line of—

If you are obedient

Added to the front of ‘husband, you are the only one from now on’.

If you are obedient, you will be the only one by your husband's side from now on.

Looking left and right, I was satisfied with my handwriting, so he threw the pen back into the jade wood pen holder, strode to the side of the bed, stared at her condescendingly for a while, and then put the ‘letter’ by the pillow.

He stretched his lips slightly, waved his wide sleeves, opened the courtyard door, and moved away.

He has given everything she wants, and when she wakes up tomorrow, she will find a step to reconcile with him.

He treated her softly.

She is very tired.

When her body and soul were severely separated, something took advantage of the emptiness to erode and swallow her fresh vitality.

At this moment, she seemed to have turned into a scorched earth, with fiery stings all over her body.

water…

no water. The body and mind are dried up, scorched and withered.

She opened her eyes vigorously, and a large area of ​​black floated in her vision. Looking at her arm, she saw the black winding magic pattern.

"what!"

"Xie Wuwang..." She subconsciously asked for help, but found that he did not stay by her side.

She struggled to get up, grabbed the clothes next to the pillow and put it on her body indiscriminately. Fingertips trembled violently, she deceived herself not to look at the black magic patterns all over her body.

The panting sound became more and more frightened, and she clearly felt that her consciousness was falling into the bottomless abyss, and the black magic breath entangled her, pulling her down.

She once allowed herself to be hurt again and again, not to temper her will, but to let her mind and spirit be trampled and destroyed. At this moment, her weak willpower can no longer resist the erosion of the magic breath.

It's too late to regret.

She doesn't even have the strength to stop her heart, and soon she will become a monster dominated by magical thoughts.

The magic lines grow arbitrarily, and her skin begins to wither.

Jie Jie strange laughter came again—

[Who made you love the wrong person! Hate it! Hate it! Hate it wanton! ]

"Do not!"

She is just a little fragile, and she has never thought of falling into a demon. Why is there a demon in her body?

She staggered and threw herself down on the bed, and her waving arm touched a jade basin.

The crisp sound of shattering caught her sight, and she looked down and saw her mushroom lying alone in the scattered black soil. Although it has died out of shape, it is still trying to raise its hat.

Her mushroom, the mushroom so proud and complacent.

She has run out of strength.

She collapsed softly in the ground covered with debris, the gray and black umbrella cap just pressed against her face, and at the last moment, it depended on her for life.

"I don't want to...become a monster..."

A drop of crystal clear tears slipped and penetrated into the rotten mushroom remains.

…

"Rainy!"