On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

The shadow of the sun moved in the courtyard, and Ning Qingqing happily found that the place she had picked was indeed a blind spot, and she couldn't get even a little bit of sun.

The fly in the ointment is that the buzzing noise made her very loud.

She was obviously trying very hard to get moisture and nutrients, and she was trying her best to survive, but she screamed reluctantly, saying that she was boring alive, her body was no longer alive, ugly, nobody wanted, and embarrassing. Throw it at grandma's house...

She believed that this guy was incompetent and furious, like a bald duck yelling at the swan cub-"What are you doing so ugly and still alive? You hurry up and die!"

It is actually afraid of being a beautiful whooper swan.

Yes, that's it.

This guy knew that once she became healthy, she would become the most beautiful mushroom in the world, so he spared no effort to hit her, and wanted to make her alive.

Sneer~

She shook her head restrainedly and arrogantly: "Please face your ugly heart. You say these things out of jealousy."

Demon: "???"

Who can tell it, a lunatic who has lost all his cultivation, with magic lines on his face, withered and black skin, hoarse and unpleasant voice, and buried himself in the mud, what is there to be jealous of? Before, although she would not entertain the evil spirits, she would still reject, suffer, and see some flaws in her heart. Now how...

The inner demon was a little flustered, amplified the volume, and worked hard to perform his duties.

[Xie Wuwang humiliated you like this, how will you behave in the future! ! ]

Ning Qingqing was so frightened that her pupils trembled: "Why should I be willing to become a man!"

Inner Demon: "...?" It needs to slow down.

Seeing that this guy was silent, Ning Qingqing couldn't help but bend her eyes proudly.

The low-level creatures are really simple-minded, and they can see through it at a glance. Such inferior methods of suppression and derogation are simply unbearable.

The ears finally calmed down, she patiently absorbed those cool and sweet nutrients in small pieces, and carefully consolidated them in her gray-black and shriveled body.

The nail of the index finger of the right hand with overflowing mycelium has gradually swelled and plumped under the continuous nourishment, restoring the powder and moisture.

But now she is faced with a choice-whether to continue to nourish the rest of the body bit by bit, or to supply nutrients to the mycelium to make it thicker and longer?

Ning Qingqing shook his head, lost in thought.

Well, as a smart and mature mushroom, you should think about the long-term.

Fix the most important, signature fungus cap first, and then focus on the development of hyphae!

It was so happily decided.

Xie Wuwang sat casually on a great teacher's chair, pointing his finger on his forehead, waiting for his subordinates to report one by one.

Huang Yunzong, the dead Huang Xiaoyun, had some meaning.

Not long ago, she was pregnant once.

In any case, she refused to say who the man who made her pregnant was.

Without waiting for her parents to come up with a charter, in order to protect the man, she secretly used very fierce means to forcibly shed the fetus in her abdomen, ruining her body, and never conceiving again.

Sect Master Huang Yun was so angry that, in a rage, he almost missed and killed his daughter.

The hairpin was broken at that time.

The hairpin was the man's gift to Huang Xiaoyun. After the hairpin was broken, she shut herself in the room and never went out again.

Later, the three close relatives died tragically, and Huang Xiaoyun did not show the slightest sadness. As in the past, he was gloomy and dull, and did not talk much with others.

She went out the door yesterday and hanged herself in the house when she came back.

Xie Wuwang seemed to be distracted after listening to the report of his subordinates. After a long while, he put the two truncated hairpins together, slowly tied them up with silk thread, and put them into the Qiankun bag.

After briefly confessing to the criminal officer, Xie Wuhuang got up and returned to the holy mountain.

He did not return to Yuliyuan.

He knew Ning Qingqing and knew that her anger hadn't disappeared so quickly, so there was no need to go back early to see her cold face.

The raging fire that raged for seven thousand miles yesterday attracted the nervous sight of all parties, and it happened to take this opportunity to beat it.

Do business first.

A faint light across the warm Yuli Garden, falling back to the top of the mountain.

She will always stay there anyway, and it will be the same when she goes back.

With a flick of his wide sleeves, he walked towards the main hall.

The natural power that radiated from his body made the left and right sides bowed their heads and held their breath, quietly following.

He sits high in the Qianyuan Hall and handles official business carelessly, sitting for three full days.

When busy with business, he never gets distracted to think about it.

The envoys of various sects and families arrived one after another, panic, guilty, and temptation, looking down from a high position, all kinds of thoughts at a glance, very boring.

He smiled faintly, and said a few words in a warm voice from time to time, frightening one or two people's faces.

After dispatching the Three Sects of Southern Xinjiang, Xie Wuzuo raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Futuzi.

He found that the fat man's eyes fell to the corner of the case more than once. There is his sound transmission mirror, and it hasn't been illuminated once in three days.

"Front right." He slowly supported the desk and leaned over, "Are you very leisurely?"

Futuzi's fat face was immediately filled with smirks: "No no!"

Mung Bean glanced at the sound-transmitting mirror unconsciously, turned her back, and secretly curled the corners of her mouth—it was clearly Dao Jun who always looked at the octagonal sound-transmitting mirror and said that others were idle?

"Go to the Donghuai Secret Realm and get the refined jade." Xie Wuwang's eyelids moved slightly and glanced at him faintly.

Futuzi stood still with an agitated spirit: "The refined jade of the town? If you take the treasure of the town, the Donghuai secret realm will be abolished."

"so what."

Futuzi carefully glanced at the corners of Xie Wuwang's faint smile, a bitter smile on his fat face.

"Yes—subordinates comply with the order."

Anyway, he is always the bad guy. The Donghuai Secret Realm belongs to the Huaiyin Mountain, and his own sacred mountain right-front envoy destroyed a large secret realm in Huaiyin Mountain. Later, Zhang Tianbao's life in Huaiyin Mountain may be sad!

It is needless to say who Daojun is venting for.

Moreover, the wife's cultivation level has been stuck in Yuan Ying Dzogchen for many years, so refining the **** jade is very beneficial to advancement.

Futuzi rolled out of the Qianyuan Palace smoothly, and went straight to the Huaiyin Mountain Boundary to do business. On the contrary, he was looking forward to the reconciliation between Daojun and his wife as soon as possible-other people didn't serve him in front of him on weekdays, and he couldn't feel as deeply as him. He had already figured it out over the years, but if Daojun and his wife were upset, it was always himself who was unlucky.

It's really hard to be a subordinate! It's hard work to do errands!

After this errand that ruined people's foundation and undermined yin morality was done, I don't know how many little people would be pierced by others.

"Alas!"

He must be cursed for being so fat!

It took seven days for the Buddha to come and go.

He rolled back round and round, covered in wind and dust, and held the god-refining jade in the spirit box to Xie Wuwang's desk.

Glancing at him, he seemed to be dissatisfied with the unpredictable Taoist monarch.

"Who makes you so anxious? My business is not finished." Xie Wuwang flipped the official document between his fingers and sighed, "It won't last long to refine the jade, it's a mistake."

Futuzi: "..." Ha ha.

If you are not in a hurry, why not say it earlier?

He squeezed his round face into a gold ingot, watched Master Daojun pick up the spirit box, and walked out of the Qianyuan Palace.

Arriving at the black giant gate, the tall Yuli figure suddenly paused, and turned his face to the side with his back on his back, with a light tone: "Kunlun and Huaiyin Mountain are only hitting fifty boards each."

Futuzi: "The Taoist Sage."

Smile.

Xie Wuwang swept down the Baiyu Mountain Road and stepped into Yuli Garden.

In this courtyard, he would never release his spirit to visit her.

Because he knew that she would always stay obediently waiting for him somewhere.

On cloudy days, she likes to lie on a chair in the promenade and watch the rain fall. If the sun is good, she will bask on the big wooden platform behind the house, like a lazy cat.

Occasionally, she would hold a large jade pear wood broom, sweeping around in the hallway, in fact, she had already wandered away, with a silly smile on her face.

If you come back by chance, you can still bump into her soaking in the spirit pool, so needless to say next.

When she was about to cultivate, she would stay in a deserted house in the east and west side. Although she hadn’t said the reason, he had already seen through the cautious thinking—he didn’t like to spoil her in those places, where she was. It's easier to calm down.

He smiled lightly and glanced casually towards the porch chair closest to the courtyard gate.

He remembered that day when she suddenly got up from the porch chair, obviously still angry, but she couldn't hold back the appearance of her eyebrows being greeted. When she looked behind him, his mood fluctuated for a while, but it was not regretful that he had brought that woman back, but it was a pity that she had the agile joy on her face.

His eyes flashed across the corridor, but she was not seen.

She would never go to Dongxiang, she minded that other women lived there.

He randomly pushed open the West Wing door to take a look, and then walked towards the Lingchi.

She is not in Lingchi, nor is the big wooden platform.

In the main house.

He chuckled softly, and the corners of his lips raised casually.

I've been resting for ten days, but I still can't get to bed?

Stepping over the wooden threshold, I saw the broken soil on the ground.

He was slightly startled and frowned. She always keeps the house clean and tidy, and it has never been so sloppy.

Is this still tantrum? It's too capricious.

He lowered his eyebrows and stepped into the bedroom.

The jade basin was broken on the ground, and the front of the couch was full of loose soil. The soil layer clearly left traces of a woman struggling with all her strength. From the edge of the bed, she quietly dragged it toward the outdoors, shockingly desperate.

He glanced at it and restored the scene-she fell off the bed and tossed on the ground. Those slender fingers that had scratched his shoulders and arms limply grasped the soil on the ground...There was no way to ask for help.

For a moment, all the breath of Xie Wuwang's body disappeared.

Immediately, the low and terrifying coercion spread in all directions.

When violent vigor surged from the bottom of his eyes, he had already swept back out of the main room and followed the slight trail on the ground.

Across the promenade, his eyes stopped.

Her head.

His small face was pale, his eyes closed tightly, his petal-like lips opened slightly, and his long hair spread out like seaweed.

Only one extremely beautiful head was placed upright in the corner behind the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

"boom--"

The killing intent was soaring, and the courtyard enchantment was shattered into thousands of light particles.