On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

The noise after another awakened Ning Qingqing.

She opened her eyes, subconsciously stretched her hand to the side of the jade pillow, and touched the cold sound transmission mirror.

The bronze octagonal mirror was engraved with intricate patterns, and Ning Qingqing's fingers trembled slightly, eagerly touching the core of the mirror along the hard texture, injecting a trace of spiritual power, and then sighed, quietly waiting for the sound from the mirror.

For a long time, there was no movement in the sound transmission mirror, and there was still only the noise that came from afar. The sound of music, singing, and coveted chips are intertwined.

It is the direction of Qianyuan Palace.

Ning Qingqing was completely awake, she frowned and got up, put the sound transmission mirror in front of her, and found that the mirror surface was dark and there was no spiritual fluctuation.

She dazedly rubbed the icy texture on the sound-transmitting mirror, and she couldn't believe it.

How could... not a word?

Before she fell asleep, she passed a message to Xie Wuwang, telling him that the seal against the evil beasts in the evil-shielding cave had been loosened. She was injured while repairing the seal and asked him to come back earlier.

After the sound transmission, she fell asleep, and she slept restlessly, with layers of chaos and dreams. What made her most anxious was the dream of Xie Wuzuo's hoarse voice coming out of the mirror, anxious and painful, calling her name repeatedly to tell her not to die. Ning Qingqing wanted to reply that he was okay, but the fingers in the dream couldn't touch the mirror heart. The more anxious he was, the more he couldn't hold the sound transmission mirror firmly.

She was struggling in her sleep like drowning, but she couldn't wake up all the time. She regretted terribly, and regretted that she should be troubled by telling him that she was injured.

Then, the dream suddenly turned into a complete nightmare. She dreamed that when Xie Wuwang was in a state of chaos, she was attacked by hideous demons, monsters, and traitors one after another. His robe was soaked in blood, dripping from the corners of the robe. Ning Qingqing flopped desperately, but couldn't wake up. The more he tried to grasp the sound transmission mirror, he pushed it farther and farther...

A chaotic dream made her suffer to the death.

Her heart is like a knife, and there is no way to ask for help, wishing to replace her.

She was desperate and ups and downs in her dream, and she didn't know how to get rid of it. Unexpectedly, it was a singing and dancing feast in Qianyuan Palace that eventually pulled her out of the nightmare.

Xie Wuwang did nothing. He is back. If he doesn't return, Qianyuan Palace is an absolute forbidden place, and no one dares to take a half step.

He came back, but did not reply to her voice transmission, nor did he go to Yuliyuan to see her who was injured.

Layers of cold sweat pressed the clothes against Ning Qingqing's body, dull and cold, the lingering palpitations in the dream had not faded, the heart was still beating uncontrollably, and the hands and the back of the feet felt sore and numb. She gasped for a while, then slowly calmed down.

"It's just a dream."

She hugged the soft and delicate Yunsi quilt for a while, and suddenly felt that she was too stupid.

Xie Wuwang, how could it be like in a dream.

He can never make the hoarse and eager voice in his dreams, nor can he be upset because of her.

His face always has a faint smile, but his heart is cold.

In the first battle with Taixumen, Xie Wuwang's most powerful subordinate, Zhang Pingyang, who had been with him for the longest time, died in front of him, and he did not show the slightest difference.

After extinguishing the Taixu Gate, he sits high, making people move out of the wine to reward the three armies. He chuckled from beginning to end and ate with one hand. After waiting for the crowd to get drunk for three days, he pointed to Bai Yunzi, who had the best drink and taste, and took over as Zhang Pingyang's left front envoy.

It was such a cold-hearted person, but Tiansheng Palace was willing to give his allegiance to him with all his heart.

He treated her hot and cold, and she loved him like a moth to a fire.

Ning Qingqing put the sound transmission mirror back next to her pillow and went to the ground barefoot. The gentle touch came back along the skin, diminishing the melancholy that hurt the spring and sadness.

The Yuli Garden where she lives is located on the cliff behind Qianyuan Hall. The entire courtyard, the floor, walls, roof, and corridors are all built with the best jade pear wood. , It is very supportive. A jade pear fairy tree is enough for two small and medium-sized martial artists to fight against each other, and Xie Wuwang made this courtyard with great effort, just to hide her one.

Before falling asleep, she took the Tiaoyuan Pill, and the internal injury that had been bruised on her chest was more than half healed.

Living in such a spiritual wonderland, using the best healing medicine, what can happen to her? Such a small injury is not worth mentioning to Xie Wuwang. If she is in a good mood and happens to be bored, she might be interested in comforting her with a sentence or two. If she is doing business, then it is reasonable to ignore her.

If you want to care about it, it would be hypocritical.

In the early years, she mistakenly thought that he and her married couple was a close couple, because he neglected her, and she had asked him to make a few noises somehow. Every time, he didn't say a word, staring at her carelessly, his eyes gentle and indifferent. Afterwards, he treated her even more coldly, and after she was angry, wronged, and sad, she finally couldn't resist thinking about her own faults, telling herself that he was the temperament that shouldn't be forced too much, and then she found an excuse to make peace with him. it is good.

Xie Wuwang wouldn't care about her, so he picked up when she went down the steps.

After repeating it several times, Ning Qingqing completely understood that it was pure wishful thinking to change Xie Wuwang.

Whatever happened now, she had learned to adjust her emotions for the first time, and she was no longer unnecessarily hurt.

Ning Qingqing walked out of the bedroom and saw a half-round Qingyue hanging above the courtyard. Yuehua Shop was sprinkled on the exquisite eaves and corridors, overlapping with the orange jade pear fairy wood with a lustrous light, and it was enough to illuminate without the need for lights.

The floor of the corridor is also paved with Yuli fairy wood. Ning Qingqing walked through the row of carved doors, stepped on the fairy-like spirit wood, and walked around from the door in the left corridor to the observation deck behind the main house.

Yuli Garden is built on the cliff of ten thousand meters wide. The observation deck is a large wooden balcony backed by the main house. When the weather is good, you can move a soft couch here to bask in the sun, which is extremely comfortable and cozy.

Below the observation platform is an endless abyss, and the rolling clouds flood the wooden floor, covering the ankles. Ning Qingqing supported the horizontal railing and looked out, only to see a vast empty space, with a panoramic view of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and dots of lights spreading to the far end of the earth. This is an extremely prosperous area.

As far as I can see, it is the country of Taoist Xie Wuwang.

His status and power in the realm of cultivation are like the emperor of the world.

Ning Qingqing retracted her gaze and looked at the cliff east of the observation platform. A hundred meters away, there was a cave glowing with fire. There was an evil-shielding cave with an ancient fierce beast sealed in it.

The seal was set by Xie Wuwang with his own life and vitality, and only his Taoist companions could approach it. When Xie Wuwang was out, Ning Qingqing guarded the seal—it was not dangerous, because this ancient beast was asleep most of the time, and occasionally woke up with a flutter, and couldn’t break through Xie Wuwang’s seal. More often than not, let the seal loose.

Ning Qingqing repaired the seal in time, just to prevent the ants from breaking the embankment.

She has long been accustomed to taking care of everything at home properly, so that he can completely relax his mind every time he comes back, without having to worry about these trivial things.

It was her careless yesterday that accidentally hurt herself. If Xie Wuwang's subordinates made such a mistake, he would have to be punished. He just ignored her, which can be said to be very tolerant.

She thought about it this way, vaguely felt as if something rustled to the bottom of her heart, buried in a corner she would never look at.

After looking at the solid seal, she slowly turned around, ready to go back to the bedroom to continue adjusting her breath.

Just two steps out of the cool clouds and mist, a breeze suddenly came from the top of the cliff, sending the charming and sweet singing to her ears.

The tone is so crisp that even a woman of her can hear her ears faintly.

Someone gave Xie Wuwang the best lady again.

Ning Qingqing gently pressed her lips. This one is the bottom line that she will never allow to trample on.

She had quarreled with Xie Wuwang many times, and only once could force him to make a definite concession.

Two hundred years ago, Dong Haihou sent a Mei Ji. Mei Ji is an extremely rare water-based pure yin body. It is an excellent neutralizing tonic for Xie Wuwang’s Jiuyan Jihuo Dao Body. benefit.

Xie Wuwang accepted Mei Ji and allowed Dong Hai Hou to seize Luoxia Immortal Island in the South China Sea.

That time, Ning Qingqing had a big quarrel with him and left Tiansheng Palace frustrated.

She found a secluded place in the bamboo forest and tried to get him out of her heart little by little. About three or five days later, Xie Wuwang's fattest Futuzi found her and told her that Daojun had sent away the furnace and did not accept it.

Although Ning Qingqing did not follow the Futuzi back to Tiansheng Palace, her heart was already shaken. A few days later, Xie Wuwang, dressed in white, appeared in front of her under the moonlight, and stretched out his hand to her.

Behind him, Zhu Ying, a tall and handsome man, looks so unique.

The cold fragrance on his body is even more fatal to her.

That was the first time Xie Wuwang bowed his head to her. Ning Qingqing couldn't resist at all, and immediately took his hand and let him hold her in his arms.

After that, no matter who put a woman next to Xie Wuwang, he refused without leaving any room.

Ning Qingqing gradually let go.

Knowing that Xie Wuwang did not accept people, it has been many years since no one has sent Meiji off. Today, who is the one who is not dead?

Unconsciously, Ning Qingqing walked out of Yuliyuan and stepped onto the white jade trail leading to the top of the cliff.

Maybe it was because of the nightmare, or maybe it was because the injury had not healed completely. At this moment, she seemed to be a little weak, and she missed him very much. If you want to get closer, it is best to listen to his voice.

I also don't know how Xie Wuwang refused to accept the stunningly beautiful woman on weekdays. Would he say it was for her?

Ning Qingqing's ears became hot, and hurried to the top of the cliff.

Qianyuan Palace is like a black giant beast, lying on the top of the cliff, even the moonlight can't illuminate it. This was the core main hall of Tiansheng Palace, where Xie Wuwang gave orders.

The range from Yuliyuan to the back hall of Qianyuan Palace was Xie Wuwang's private forbidden area. Ning Qingqing went straight all the way without encountering a half-person figure.

She walked into the empty apse, which was separated from the front hall by half a screen wall and tent, and everything in the front hall was clearly audible.

The singing has stopped, and a shrill male voice sighed: "Is it impossible for such a superb product to enter the eyes of Daojun? Daojun is really affectionate and loyal to Mrs. Zun!"

Hearing this, Ning Qingqing's heart couldn't help but miss a beat, a stream of heat surged through her back, and small bubbles were also boiling in her chest. Her body was as light as a feather, and she couldn't even feel her internal injuries for a while.

She held her breath and listened, wondering how Xie Wuwang would answer.

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[Stream of consciousness, no rhythm, no male lead, 1V1 mind and body, sweet HE]