On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Ning Qingqing is working hard to grow her hyphae.

She was very focused, and she cast her mind under the soil.

At this moment, something happened suddenly!

The surrounding soil was missing. Before she could even realize what was happening, she felt her body lighten, flutteringly caught from the soil, and fell into the dry and hot air. When the wind blew, she subconsciously The ground shrank into a ball to prevent water loss.

"I didn't see the letter I left you..."

Still that beautiful man. He is picking mushrooms again!

This guy is so shameless!

His voice stopped abruptly, and his narrow eyes widened slightly. After passing her magic lines across her body, the pupils shrank suddenly to the size of a needle.

She lifted her head and glanced at him.

His body was very hot, and the heat and cold fragrance were strangely intertwined and attacked her.

She blinked, tentatively, sniffed slightly, and then began to recollect the words he just said.

What is he talking about?

His letter to her... What do you believe?

Pheromones? Well, it must be a pheromone. Very powerful, very aggressive, and very seductive, yes, it is a pheromone with a reproductive atmosphere.

Can mushrooms be pollinated? She originally thought that only plants would do that.

She took a closer look and found that the smell seemed to be pretty good. In the cold fragrance, she could faintly identify some other information, such as powerful power and vast territory?

She bent her eyes, and when he was still frozen, she leaned forward and took a deep breath.

She was much shorter than him, and when she leaned over, her nose touched his chest, a very hard chest. His body is healthy and strong, combined with his pheromone, the offspring must be easier to survive.

So Ning Qingqing unceremoniously began to grab the cold fragrance from him.

Xie Wuwang's pupils shrank slightly and his body was stiff.

Seeing the moment of the magic pattern, the Jiuyan Extreme Fire in his body instinctively wanted to gush out, swamping all the demons that dared to show up in front of him.

If someone else gets a devil's breath, it has turned into a cluster of flame dust at this moment.

But the person in front of him is her. He calmed down, grabbing the flames and killing intent.

At this moment, I didn't care to break the love and obsession with her. I was about to ask what happened, when I saw this little soft person dumping over him and leaning on his chest.

For a moment, he even missed his heartbeat.

All of her struggles in the house are real. She was dying, and didn't want to let herself see her embarrassed appearance, so she hid her body in the soil.

He misunderstood her. She smiled at him forcibly, but was cruelly reprimanded by him.

Thinking like this, my chest feels faint.

Her body is light and soft, but lying on his chest like a heavy hill, she can't breathe a little. When he treated her like this, she could actually cling to him and snuggle into his arms, thinking that she was sure to die, and couldn't help but get close to him at last.

When the thoughts flashed past, a wisp of sweet and dull pain passed across the hard heart for a very short time.

His pupils shrank slightly, his gaze looked down, and he looked in along the wide neckline, and he could see the magic lines on her back at a glance.

The skin that was originally as smooth as fat and white as jade is now withered and gray and black, occupied by a series of hideous magic patterns, the arms hidden in the sleeves are much thinner, and the whole person is skinny and extremely pitiful.

She was breathing deeply.

He raised his hand, and put it on her back, not daring to alarm her for a while, for fear of her pain.

Leaning softly in front of him like this is really pitiful.

He, in fact, never thought about what it would be like without her for the rest of his life. She is his. He is satisfied with this wife and has already regarded her as his own. He is already the king of the world, under his strong control, how can there be unexpected losses?

He breathed out gently, trying to exhale the unspeakable burning in the middle of his chest.

"Madam..." The voice was low and gentle, as if afraid to disturb her, "Don't be afraid, it's okay. Let me see you."

Fortunately, he came back in time.

Ning Qingqing was not listening to him. After taking a few deep breaths of his pheromone, she turned her head away contentedly and tried to spray the spores.

——Of course the exchange of pheromones is for reproduction, or else?

She took a long breath and tried to mobilize the ancient and primitive rhythm from the depths of her body... She didn't know the details of exhaling spores, but she knew it was an instinct, and it was very pleasant.

She exerted her strength to give birth.

Failed. I tried several times in a row, but there was no sign of success.

Failing to eject the spores, it was not pleasant at all, and the body seemed to be hollowed out.

At this time, she naturally didn't have the mood to pay attention to what the lower creatures were saying.

Xie Wuwang was tall and looked down from top to bottom, only to know that she was shaking slightly and put her head to the other side.

Sad, painful, and unbearable.

The thin bones were constantly trembling, and it was obvious that the mood was very turbulent.

He knew that he hurt her badly this time. When she was most painful and desperate, he said the coldest and most unforgiving words to him.

He raised his hand to hold her shoulders, his tall body leaned down slightly, trying to appease one or two.

Her thin lips moved, and she didn't know where to start. He suddenly discovered that every time he comforted her before, he was always accompanied by a little bit of love and temptation. He has a deep understanding of himself and knows how to make full use of his own advantages to easily achieve his goals. In the past, there was indeed no disadvantage.

But the scene before him felt a little tricky even for him.

He couldn't imagine how painful she was at the moment. He has never tried to empathize, never stand in the position of others to appreciate the other's feelings, he only needs to issue orders, and others only need to unconditionally obey.

He frowned and looked at her petite body, speechless for a moment.

Ning Qingqing was not at all painful at the moment. She failed to spray the spores. Her heart was full of disappointment and depression-unable to reproduce. What did she do to catch her from the soil?

When he was upset, he even touched her with a pair of hot hands.

Mushrooms like shade and are most afraid of high temperatures. When he touched her in this way, the goodwill brought by the beautiful face and the charming cold fragrance disappeared, leaving nothing but disgust.

He is a fancy but not useful guy.

She jerked away from him and bowed to find her moist soil. She couldn't mention the slightest interest in this male who could not provide reproduction support, and she didn't want to waste time on him at all.

Xie Wuwang looked at her decisive back, slightly lost. Her thin body was wrapped under her dirty clothes, and she was shaking gently every step of the way. The words ‘if you are obedient’ ran across her protruding shoulder blades, which was extremely dazzling.

His little thing is really hurt this time, I am afraid it will not be so easy to coax.

However, the coaxing matter can be said later, but the devilish breath in her must be resolved immediately, and no further delay.

He strode forward, hugged her up, and teleported to the front room.

Ning Qingqing: "?"

Her weak resistance was like a breeze blowing to him.

He put her on the bed carefully, as if placing a piece of fragile thin paper.

When he held her wrist veins, his eyes smoothly ran across her lustrous right index finger.

Her body is covered with magic lines, but her face, neck and this finger are intact.

Such an abnormal magic state...I have only seen it in one person recently.

Huang Wei. The Huangyun Sect Master who has become crazy.

Because Huang Yunzong is very close to Qingcheng Mountain, he immediately sent the criminal officer of the penalty hall to inspect the scene and the body carefully after the incident occurred.

The appearance of Huang Wei's corpse was nothing unusual, except for a heart that was densely covered with magic patterns, withered gray and black.

Where was she dyed?

He squinted his eyes slightly, and his mind swept across.

The inside of her body was also eroded by the magic breath, and the viscera was also crawling with magic lines, but the heart was clean.

He slowly raised his eyes, looking into her eyes unclearly.

Those beautiful black and white eyes are still clear and clear, and she is angry at the moment, two clusters of small flames are reflected in the bright black pupils, which is very vivid.

She stared at the crushed soil under the bed without blinking her eyes, as if her teeth were itchy with anger, even the soil wanted to take a bite.

His shriveled chest undulated faintly, but he could still see his annoyance.

It made him a little surprised. He thought that she would always put on that calm and calm expression to breathe with him, but he didn't expect that she would be able to write the word ‘angry’ on his face so quickly.

He doesn't remember how many years he hasn't seen such a headstrong and cute expression. Perhaps it is the devilish breath that has affected her mind and made her regain her former childishness.

"Madam," he sobbed in a good voice, "close your eyes quietly, and I will use Yuanhuo to eliminate demons for you."

Hearing this, Ning Qingqing, who was thirsty for the earth, was shocked.

fire! To remove the mushrooms!

Here comes, finally revealing his true colors.

"Wait!" She quibbleed categorically, "I am not a mushroom..."

A finger pressed her lips.

"Knowing that you are not a demon." He leaned down amusedly, and his wide sleeves fell lazily on the bed.

He restrained her, ignited a ray of fire from his fingertips, and crossed to the acupuncture points on her chest.

Ning Qingqing lost her life in fright, flopped, rolled to the side of the bed, and stared at him vigilantly. The flame made her feel natural fear, as if she was about to burn her to fly ashes from her bones.

Xie Wuwang frowned slightly—she couldn't believe him?

She shook her head desperately: "Don't burn me!"

"It won't hurt you." He was a little unhappy, "I just treat you."

Not long ago, she was able to trust him with all her heart, because of Zhang Tianbao's affairs, she was suspicious of him at this point?

She shook her head seriously: "I can cure myself, I don't need you."

He didn't bother to care about her, he forced her to the wall to restrain him, and took out the spliced ​​hairpin from the Qiankun bag and motioned her to look.

"Huang Xiaoyun had an affair with others. The hairpin was a token that the man gave her. The father and daughter broke the hairpin when they were arguing. The magic pattern is the same as the one on your body. If you still don’t believe it, I will take you to see the heart, and you will know it at a glance. Don’t be stubborn anymore, you should believe me."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She started to say something she didn't understand again. Judging by her limited experience, as long as she does not understand, it must be bad.

"Observe," he said irresistibly.

Her strength is not as strong as his, and his appearance is very strong. She thought about it for a moment and felt that she couldn't get back all over.

So she stretched out her left arm to him, drooped her eyes and said, "Burn it, after burning my hand, don't burn any other places."

Xie Wuwang pinched the center of his eyebrows, and reluctantly held on to the gray and withered hand.

"You just believe me."

She turned her eyes to the other side: "I said you can't get into the fire, and you don't believe it. If you don't believe me, why should I believe you?"

He snorted, his fingertips flew out of the fire, and pointed at the back of her hand.

There was still an inch of distance, and I saw that Yuanhuo was about to move, almost out of his control. At the same time, a piece of scorched black suddenly appeared on the withered skin pointed to by his fingertips, like a candle fired under the rice paper. Burning!

Xie Wuwang looked stunned and waved away Yuanhuo.

There was a flame mark on the back of her dry hand. If the Yuanhuo is really put on, her hand will be ignited.

"Believe it?" she asked with her eyes drooping.

The back of the hand hurts fiercely, and the ugliness adds to the ugliness.

His fingertips shook slightly and hung over the back of her hand, not daring to touch it. The surging waves in my heart spread to the bottom of my eyes.

"Give me some water," she said.

He pursed his thin lips, stood up in silence, and fetched water for her.

Looking at his back, she whispered in disgust: "There are not enough successes, and more than failures."

Xie Wuwang: "..."