On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

I don't know how long it took, Ning Qingqing woke up dizzy.

She was hungry and thirsty. She subconsciously reached out a handful of soil and put it in her mouth.

"Hmm-puff!"

Wrong, soil is not eaten like this.

She subconsciously looked for her own hyphae, those neat and dense, jade thread-like hyphae. When they reach into the soil, they can absorb the nutrients the body needs.

What about mycelium?

She looked down at her hand.

"hiss-"

She drew a long breath of horror, her pupils trembled, and she looked at her whole body in disbelief.

what happened?

She became an ugly humanoid mushroom!

You know, she is most proud of her jade, jasper-like color, and flawless, large head and small body. Even her hyphae are so different and unusual. Milky white, but transparent jade.

But now...

She stared at her gray and black withered hands, feeling resentful from the bottom of her heart.

It's so ugly. Irregular, chaotic lines, totally inconsistent with ecological aesthetics.

Think about it, a mushroom sticking out dense and neat, soft like a wave, the roots of the same thickness and length, spread forward with the same rhythm, what a beautiful picture that is.

Imagine a bunch of hands or feet growing on this human-shaped mushroom?

Hey... She doesn't want to be a centipede.

No, wait, the biggest problem now is not ugliness!

She looked at the scattered soil and the broken jade basin turned aside.

She remembered. The feeling of empty, painful, burning heart almost killed her. She had turned into a pool of gray and black rot, lying on the soil and couldn't move. Later, a drop of nectar came from nowhere. , Rescued her back.

Although he is alive, his physical condition is very bad. There are countless burning knives in the body, especially the throat. With every breath, you can clearly feel a pungent and scorching breath. All the moisture inside is taken away.

She is deflating, deflating constantly, like a kelp being exposed to the scorching sun.

If this continues, it won't take long before she will die again into a beach—such a big beach!

She must go back to the soil as soon as possible!

She pulled a few pieces of jade basin on the ground, gathered the black soil scattered under her body, tilted her head and thought for a moment...

Thinking with mycelium, I knew that her original home could no longer accommodate her.

She, yes, home, no, la!

"Well…"

Suddenly, the wind blew up.

A strange wind buzzed in her ears, as if several voices were superimposed on each other, oozing out maliciously and thickly—

[It feels so painful, isn't it? Know it now? He does not love you! Do not love you! ]

[Stop struggling! See how ugly you have become. Without your beauty, he will not love you even more! ]

[Hate it! Blame it! Give me your body, and I'll help you kill that unsuccessful person! ]

Ning Qingqing shook her head from side to side.

Something seems to be talking to her. She could understand every word the lower creatures said, but it sounded particularly silly if they were connected together.

The idiot also spoke with a circumflex and frustrated, very sensational.

She is a very polite mushroom, she will not laugh at creatures with impaired intelligence.

She pursed her lips gracefully, got up with difficulty from the debris on the ground, and walked out.

At this moment, her body was very uncomfortable, she was so thirsty that she felt like smoking and scorching fire everywhere on her body.

She could clearly feel that she was declining rapidly.

The original home is gone, she must find a new home as soon as possible to take root in the hyphae.

sad? It's not that it's not that, wherever she takes root, it is her home.

She is very weak, but not afraid. When each mushroom is making spores, it will know that not everyone has luck to grow up.

It’s already good to be alive!

She bowed her back and dropped her arms in front of her, dragging the dirt, slowly moving out of the house step by step. She felt that she could be on the ground at any time, so she couldn't get up again.

The buzzing sound like a fly came again—

[Do you want to die! You can no longer absorb spiritual power, and if this continues, you will undoubtedly die within a quarter of an hour! Don't expect Xie Wuwang, he has abandoned you! He won't come back, only I can help you! ]

Ning Qingqing shook his head lazily.

This guy still only expresses some complicated and useless information. Of course she couldn't go deep into the meaning, because if she understood what the fool said, wouldn't she also become a fool herself?

Smart and advanced mushrooms will not do stupid things.

She stepped out of the door of the main house and wandered slowly on the promenade.

After turning his eyes around, he settled under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the southwest corner of the courtyard.

There is a wooden corridor on the back of the osmanthus tree, where the soil looks very fertile and fluffy, and the surrounding area is not sun-dried, moist and comfortable. The ground is covered with a layer of fallen leaves and finely chopped osmanthus petals, which is very sweet at first glance.

She bent her eyes and shook her head vigorously.

"Rainy!"

As a mature mushroom, you can definitely grow your own.

Ning Qingqing moved under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, leaned back against the tree, squatted down and started digging holes.

Now she discovered the benefits of being a humanoid mushroom. If she was asked to dig up the soil with beautiful jade hyphae, it would definitely make her feel distressed, and her hands would be different. Anyway, it's so ugly, it doesn't matter if it gets muddy, as long as it doesn't break.

The soil here is really fertile and loose. Holding up the cool, moist, soft and fluffy soil, she couldn't help leaning forward greedily and sniffing deeply, then arched her face in and whimpered comfortably.

Demon: "?"

The former site of Huang Yunzong.

Xie Wuwang's lips curled up with a smile, and his eyes fell on the girl's neck without emotion.

The hideous bruise traces were sunken deep in the neck, undoubtedly hanged, and the half-open eyes of the body were full of pain and regret.

Huang Xiaoyun. The last orphan of Huang Yunzong Huang's family.

"Daojun, this thing was found on the deceased, so I keep it in my heart." The criminal officer of the Xingdian Dian, wearing dark red clothes, lowered his head and offered a silver plate.

On the silver plate is half a broken hairpin, which is extremely delicate, not by ordinary handwork.

Seeing Xie Wuwang carelessly take the broken hairpin away, the criminal officer lowered his head lower, hiding his surprise. He really couldn't understand why the Daoist would come here personally to inquire about such a trivial matter.

"The subordinate is inspecting the surrounding environment to confirm whether it was a homicide or..."

Xie Wuwang moved his fingers slightly.

He suddenly thought of Ning Qingqing's slender, white neck.

When he was intimate, he liked to lie behind her, go around a hand in front of her, and hold her snow neck. The fragile beauty that is fragile at the touch of a moment is all in the palm of his hand.

He has big hands and her neck is too thin, so every breath, pulse, and heartbeat of her all fall into the palm of her finger.

Absolute and strong control.

Regarding her injury, she didn't move her like that today.

Maybe it's been a while, but this time I seem to have a special taste.

As his breathing deepened, he lowered his eyelashes to cover up the dullness in his eyes.

Somewhat impatient with what's in front of me.

"It's suicide." Xie Wuwang gave the answer directly, "check the people she has contacted in the past few days."

For him, this kind of thing was too clear at a glance—the eyes and expressions of the corpse were clearly written, and Huang Xiaoyun did not expect it would be so painful to hang himself, and she regretted it.

"Yes!"

Ning Qingqing finally dug out a small pit enough to squat down.

She moved in, put her hand out, and wrapped the little soil around the side of the pit back, covering her body bit by bit, leaving only her head outside-her hands were retracted into the soil after the completion of the work, and waited until they were soft and fluffy. After the rustle of the soil fell, she stretched her neck and tamped a small circle of soft soil around her with the help of her chin.

Good~ comfortable~ service~ ah~

She sighed contentedly, squinted happily, and slowly shook her head from side to side.

There is nothing more comfortable than planting in moist and soft soil.

After planting yourself, the next step should be to dig out the hyphae.

Without mycelium, she could only watch the delicious nutrients and full water vapor around her.

Is it worse to find food, or to find food but not to eat?

Ning Qingqing didn't want to know the answer at all.

She held it back for a while, and finally a strand of thread escaped from the tip of the index finger of her left hand.

She could'see' it through the soil. It was translucent white jade with a hint of jade-blue color. It was short and small. After poking out from her fingertips, she slowly plunged into the soil and began Extract nutrients from the soil.

Ning Qingqing squinted expectantly, feeling the strands of nutrients being absorbed along the mycelium, nourishing the dry and uncomfortable body a little bit, like a drizzle, floating on the cracked and dry ground.

A drop in the bucket.

…She is also not sure if this mushroom will be saved.

[Jie Jie Jie! Is this to attract Xie Wuwang's attention? He won't come back, don't expect him to save you! ]

The voice of the lower creature came again.

It was repeated several times, and successfully made Ning Qingqing notice the word ‘hope’.

She carefully analyzed and pondered for a while, and came to a conclusion-Mushroom is in a crisis, it is definitely impossible to expect help from the outside world! Isn't that just waiting for death?

Sure enough, lower creatures are different from higher creatures, so she wouldn't count on anyone.

"Hey~"

Just make up for the feeling of Baba looking forward to rain, making her feel so uncomfortable that she wants to shrink her folds.

Rather than looking at the sky, it is better to extend the hyphae.

She thought so and did so.

The only thin strand of jade mycelium drilled an inch deeper, trying to absorb the sweet and moist nutrients and moisture from the surrounding soil into the body.

The soil here is really fragrant, with the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The fly in the ointment is that the mycelium is too thin, and she is thirsty again, like lying on the edge of a luscious spring, but she can only drink through a silk thread.

She concentrated all her strength on the only mycelium, and her bright black eyes slightly moved towards the center, shining with firm light.

She has to grow up quickly, and then spray spores to play-this is the greatest joy of being a mushroom.

That feeling... how do you put it? All creatures that can reproduce, when doing things that can cause them to reproduce offspring, they will secrete some strange elements in their bodies, making them extremely happy. And their mushrooms, as long as they spray a spore, they can get such happiness, she can spit a cloud of spores!

She raised her eyebrows and bent her eyes into two slightly wretched curves.

Hey~hey~hey~