On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

She is actually...extremely beautiful.

After solving the flame seal, Xie Wuwang looked back at Yuliyuan.

On the pale and handsome face, a pair of ink-washed long eyebrows slightly furrowed.

A corner of the barrier protecting Yuliyuan was damaged in this disaster, and the flame licked in, scorching half of Ning Qingqing's favorite big wooden platform.

Xie Wuwang landed on the incomplete wooden platform.

This is her favorite place. She would lie down on the fence and watch the sea of ​​clouds, and lie on a wooden platform to bask in the sun, and occasionally he would push her on the fence, and she would always be too ashamed. He deliberately didn’t tell her that he had blocked all sight with his spells. He liked the way she looked around nervously for fear of someone passing by, and preferred to be under his strong control. She gradually couldn’t tell her nervousness. , But unconsciously grasped the Yulimu Lan with soft and weak fingers, holding the knuckles white.

At this moment, the poor big wooden platform no longer looks like it used to be. It is half missing. The edges are scorched and curled, uneven, and some dark sparks can be seen between the woods. She grasped the wooden fence that she had leaned on. Most of it has been destroyed, and there is no incomplete beauty, just messy.

Half of the wooden platform was turned into ashes, and even the beautiful figure who left her there was a little bit of ashes in his memory.

Subconsciously, he slowly raised his hand and grasped the empty space.

The heart seemed to fall uncontrollably towards an unknown abyss for a moment.

His pupils contracted, and he stared at his slightly trembling fingertips, feeling the heartbeat suddenly chaotically.

The eyes are cold.

He hates losing control.

Xie Wuwang lowered his eyes, his pale face looked like a ghost.

After a long while, accompanied by a soft, low smile, the entire big wooden platform broke away from Yuli Garden, whistling, sinking into the abyss.

The handsome and tall figure has swept back to the top of the holy mountain, and with a sweep of his wide sleeves, Daojun sat back on his huge Luang seat lightly, controlling the boundless power.

He sits on the world, and a wooden platform is ruined.

Just build it again.

He narrowed his long eyes, casually took out the sound transmission mirror, and threw it on the royal case.

It flickered violently, as if it were broken.

The bloodless fingers were lightly placed on the forehead, and he took a nap for a while, until there was no more emotion and breath fluctuations, then he squeezed the sound-transmitting mirror and injected spiritual energy.

Yu Haotian’s voice was dull and anxious: "Loulan City, Xibo Dao, Jianyu Zong, Fang Clan, and Bai Clan jointly attacked. Yu Yuyan, deputy head of the Xingdian, and Futuzi escorted Daojun’s wife back to the holy palace, and lost contact in the middle. No audio!"

For a while, the smile on the corners of Xie Wuwang's lips changed and remained the same.

After a long while, he finally laughed, his body swayed back and forth slightly, he spoke, and his low and sweet voice echoed in the tall Qianyuan Palace, and for a while he couldn't tell whether it was gloomy or pleasant—

"court death."

Ning Qingqing realized that he had to face a demon king with the strength equivalent to the Eighth or Nineth Heavens by himself.

When she was with Futuzi, she asked him curiously about the strength of human monks.

She is Yuan Ying. Above the Yuan Ying is the transformation of gods, and above the transformation of gods is the refining of the emptiness.

In a word-there is no fight, she can't fight even the Devil King throws a strand of hair.

"...At least I can't lie down anymore."

Ning Qingqing staggered to get up.

I lie down for too long, my legs are numb, and my body is trembling.

At this moment, Yu Yuyan, who had been beaten with chicken blood, was already hitting the most critical bottleneck. Give her 30 breaths, and she would be able to break through the spiritual seal left by "Yu Haotian". Although the dantian was broken and the realm dropped, the lean camel was bigger than a horse, and there was no problem in fleeing with Ning Qingqing.

‘Give me a little more time...’ The air was already dense with the smell of the corpse king that was fragrant and not fragrant. Yu Yuyan was sweating all over, and her pupils trembled with tension.

She saw the exhausted Ning Qingqing stand up with all her strength, her weak body no longer supported, she staggered slightly, like a trembling leaf in the autumn wind.

Yu Yuyan was almost overwhelmed by the sad and sorrowful frenzy, her eyes flushed, and she slammed the shackles fiercely.

‘You hold on to me for a while! Don't die, have you heard it? ’

Ning Qingqing, whose legs and arms were numb because of the wrong posture on her side, did not hear Yu Yuyan's voice.

Ning Qingqing shook his sore limbs and carefully hid half of his body behind the big mushroom pole erected by the iron bridge.

The smell of night lavender in the air is getting stronger and stronger, and I don't know if it is dazzling. In the passage that the demon corpse gave up, there seems to be a dark shadow flickering, sometimes condensing and disappearing.

One by one, the devil's corpses were unsteady and knelt on the ground.

Their "kneeling" is different from that of human beings, because they are not conscious but out of instinctive fear, so they kneel in various ways. Some have directly broken their legs, some have knelt to the left and right, and some have twisted their feet around their necks.

Ning Qingqing: "..." The good horror atmosphere suddenly became very funny.

Tuk tuk.

The right shoulder was knocked twice by a hard object.

The undefended simple mushroom turned back sharply.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" The person who screamed in his heart was Yu Yuyan.

She watched the Devil Corpse King flash by a few times, and then fell to the big mushroom at the bridge head, outflanked Ning Qingqing from behind, and stretched out her dark claws.

Poor Ning Qingqing felt nothing.

‘Twenty breaths! I still need twenty breaths...’ Yu Yuyan was so worried that she almost shattered her silver teeth.

Stream-like sweat ran down her forehead and fell into her eyes. With her eyes wide open, she desperately stopped the Demon King with her sight.

"Stop ah ah ah-fifteen, fourteen..."

If she moves at this moment, it will fall short, and the three dead people will die here without any struggle.

Yu Yuyan could not move, she could only watch and watch.

The tall figure of the Demon King blocked Ning Qingqing. Yu Yuyan didn't know what she was encountering, only that this weak woman once again stubbornly dragged the Demon King, and continued to buy time for the two people in the observation platform.

Tears welled up from the eyes, gurgling down with sweat.

Ning Qingqing turned her head and saw a dry and dark face.

In order to take care of her height, the Demon King hunched a little and put his face in front of her eyes.

Its black hands pinched her shoulders, covered in skin and bones, like a dried black-and-white chicken feet.

It slowly opened its **** hole-like mouth, and a fishy stench came on its face, almost knocking Ning Qingqing away.

In the half-rotted mouth intertwined with black and red, the pitch-black fangs reflect sharp light under the moonlight.

It uttered a low growl in its throat, and then the title fell, intending to bite her neck in one bite!

Ning Qingqing immediately gathered a sufficient amount of earthworm fluctuations and drunken bees, and slammed the devil corpse queen's neck fiercely.

...Can't move.

The skin of this thing is like a thin layer of metal, there is no gap to drill.

There is no spiritual power fluctuation on its body, and it cannot trigger a spiritual power co-shock.

Ruined!

"Wait, I am not a human being, I am a mushroom..."

The Demon King obviously didn't intend to listen to her to finish her words, the huge mouth was already close to her neck, and the tip of the tooth almost touched her slender neck.

She hurriedly raised her arm to block it.

I felt wronged in my heart, give it a bite, and it will know that it is not a human but a mushroom, and then it will eat the next two.

The wide sleeves slipped down, revealing the arms full of magic patterns.

The demon king's fangs touched the magic pattern and stopped.

It slowly backed away a little, a pair of pure black eyes slowly turning, looking at Ning Qingqing.

She was wronged and pitiful, but there was no fear in her expression.

The Demon King drooped his gray eyelids, blinked very slowly, and there was a hint of joy on his expressionless face.

Ning Qingqing: "?"

Immediately, it caught Ning Qingqing, like a gust of wind, rolled over the city wall with a whirr, and jumped straight down from a height.

Ning Qingqing: "Hi..."

The heart is raised to the throat all at once, irritating! Very exciting!

"boom-"

The Demon King smashed a wooden building, and when he landed, he bounced again, drawing a huge parabola, and quickly bounced toward the densest place of devil corpses in the center of the city.

Ning Qingqing: "..." Isn't it about sharing this mushroom with your friends?

The wind blew across her ears, Ning Qingqing did not hear Yu Yuyan's distressed roar: "Madam!"

Ning Qingqing was venting her thoughts in the open space. If she wanted to ask her if she had any wishes at the moment, she naturally hoped that she could find a chance to reproduce and spread the spores all over the ground before the devil corpses started the full mushroom feast.

"Well…"

She slowly turned her head and stared at the black demon king who looked like a shriveled iron.

Anyway, she is also covered in magic lines now, otherwise... let's try its pheromone?

Her entangled and a little fascinated expression fell into the pure black eyes of the Demon King.

Suddenly, the Devil Corpse King made a small swing in the wind and grabbed her a little further.

Ning Qingqing: "?"

If she is not mistaken, is the Demon King disgusting?

It speeds up and rushes into a large mansion that was originally magnificent and bloodstained at this moment.

A huge plaque hangs above the tall and wide giant gate inlaid with ebony wood. The three characters "City Lord's Mansion" are written on it, and a few lines of black blood are splashed on it, as if a large cross is painted on the three characters.

The strange thing is that there is no demon corpse in the mansion.

The Demon King released her, poking her back with a sharp finger, motioning for her to move forward.

Moving forward, the scene is even more bizarre.

The two columns of palace lanterns hanging on the side of the corridor were actually bright, because the lampshade of each lamp was splashed with black blood, so the light became gloomy, spilling through the gap between the dirty blood, like dark Shen's **** light.

The potted plants were lit, and the faint green fire slowly burned.

Ning Qingqing looked around, but didn't feel scared. This yellow spring color scheme may arouse fear in the human heart, but for mushrooms, the dark and humid environment is suitable for living.

But the smell here is really bad, bloody.

Whether it is the garden path paved with cobblestones or the wooden corridors on the left and right sides, you can see large sections of dragging blood marks everywhere, as well as some broken limbs. It can be seen that the guy who made these traces is malicious and very bad.

Although the mushrooms are not human, she puts herself in the position to think about it. If someone does not eat them but deliberately spoils them and tramples the mushrooms everywhere, it is really a naive behavior that annoying mushrooms!

After stepping onto the tenth level and entering a huge hall, there is no longer an open-air venue in front of it.

The palace lanterns on both sides of the passage have been smeared with blood stains, maintaining the usual gloomy style. The cloisters and halls are located indoors, and all the wooden windows are sealed. The whole building is like a sullen and unpleasant giant tomb.

I don't know how long I walked, my vision suddenly brightened and widened.

In the depths of this strange city lord's mansion occupied by the devil corpse, there was a big stage hidden unexpectedly.

A huge piece of white silk was pulled horizontally on the stage. Ning Qingqing was used to seeing the dirty and bloody. When she saw this piece of clean white, she was a little dizzy for a while.

It was as if his eyes were broken and part of his vision was erased.

On and off the stage, the lights are brightly lit.

In the hall of about twenty feet square, there are more than thirty "people" scattered around.

There are thirteen or four Devil Corpse Kings, and the others are ordinary people who are scared, and some are infected people who have been bitten by devil corpses and are convulsing and mutating.

Ning Qingqing sighed secretly: "The fat man is right! If you accurately smash through this big house when you land, you can really hit a dozen Demon Kings at once! I used the mushroom umbrella to change the direction, but in the end I went around and came back here. This is destined. Since destiny has allowed me to take root here, there may be a chance for reproduction. ’

Mushrooms are very advanced and proud. No matter how sinister the surrounding environment is, they cannot stop them from thinking about deep-seated philosophical issues.

Spores may like a flower, a tree, a fish, or a person when they fly, but this race that travels with the wind knows the truth about what happens and what happens. They will not be entangled in any passing scenery, because the place where they finally take root is their real destination.

Simply put, if she really meets the right pheromone, she will go.

Higher creatures are as ruthlessly close together.

However, once she successfully reproduces, she will never accept other pheromones.

Higher creatures have absolute cleanliness!

A movement ahead interrupted Ning Qingqing's thoughts.

A demon king raised his arm, and threw the infected person who was twisting around him onto the stage, and landed in front of the white silk silk.

The infected person has the poison in his body and is transforming towards the corpse. The convulsions and struggles before death are weird and hideous. The neck is bent back to an arc that normal humans can't do. The hands are like twists and chicken feet, hanging on both sides of the body. Side shaking and spasm.

Ning Qingqing looked around and found that the expressions of the Demon Kings were very serious, and the scene was silent. Occasionally, there were sounds of teeth bumping, legs shaking and touching their underwear.

After a while, a huge shadow suddenly appeared on the white silk silk on the stage.

The shadow began to follow the twitching mutant on the stage, mimicking it vividly. If it weren't for its movements to be a beat slower than the mutant, everyone would subconsciously think that it was his shadow.

Although every move is imitating a pre-stage actor, it can be clearly seen that it is frivolous, disdainful, and condescending, with mockery between its actions, just like watching an ant struggle in the palm of his hand.

The audience was quieter, an infected person who had been bitten by a demon screamed, and was immediately twisted and thrown into the corner by the demon king beside him.

Ning Qingqing hurriedly pressed her lips, and quietly shrank her head.

Even the mushrooms can't stand such a terrible shadow play.

She turned her gaze cautiously, and did not find the owner of the shadow—it seemed to be hiding behind the curtain.

As a mushroom, she finally realized the horror of what Futuzi and Yu Yuyan said about the "behind the scenes".

She... Did she find the master behind the scenes?

Soon, the infected person who was thrown on the stage turned into a corpse. He no longer twitches, but just like the demon corpse outside, turning his eyes in confusion, stretching his neck to sniff.

The giant shadow disappeared on the white silk.

A demon king jumped onto the stage, picked up the freshly baked demon corpse and slapped it to death, and then strode out of the semicircular hall.

The demon kings in the audience raised their hands together and began to applaud.

"My... Emperor... Your Majesty... Your next... God... Might..."

A slightly vague sound rolled from his throat, intertwined into a terrifying low buzz.

Ning Qingqing: "!"

Intelligence error! Who said that the devil's corpse can't speak?

Moreover, they seem to have a demon emperor.

Look at that shadow, it's such a big one!

She couldn't help turning her head and whispering to the Demon King beside her: "So you can talk? Did you hide it on purpose?"

The Demon King glanced at her, his dry lips moved, and his face showed disdain: "Who cares about...lower...beings."

Ning Qingqing pouted secretly.

In the eyes of the noblest mushrooms, these monsters are also low-level creatures.

Is there a chain of contempt among the lower creatures? It's a laugh.

The silence quickly returned to the scene, and mutants were thrown onto the stage one after another, for the demon king behind the white screen to imitate for fun.

People who are scared and paralyzed on the ground will be bitten by the Demon King and thrown on the stage.

Several other people were brave and pretended to be born alive and well. When they got on the stage, they punched and danced in front of the white screen, which raised the interest of the Demon King and made them live a long time.

It's a pity that physical strength is limited after all. Once the movement slows down, the shadow of the Demon Sovereign will disappear on the screen in awe.

When the magic shadow disappears, the front desk actors have a dead end.

Ning Qingqing quickly figured out the doorway.

You have to jump all the time, and jump in a different way, so that the guy behind the scenes can't get a little bored.

I only love the mushrooms planted in the soil and sighed faintly.

She can understand the difficulties of the Demon Kings-with such a tossing Demon King, they must have lived very hard. Applause should be neat, flattering should be passionate, yawning clearly bored and pretending to be intent.

Of course, the corpse kings did not have her turn to sympathize, because now it was her turn to perform on stage.

Ning Qingqing drooped the corner of her eyes melancholy.

Before the Demon King threw her, she consciously grabbed the edge of the stage and turned it up, her posture flowing smoothly.

She shook her legs and sat down on the edge of the stage, slowly looking around, without moving.

The Demon King who had captured her gritted his teeth threateningly and was about to bite. Obviously, if her performance makes the Demon King dissatisfied, the Demon King will also be implicated.

Ning Qingqing raised his hand.

The hyphae fell to the center of the stage, and the tidal-like small hyphae spread and spread quickly, and soon condensed the trunk, limbs, and a round head.

The shadow fell on the curtain, looking like an ordinary human being.

The demon kings in the audience looked at each other.

This... doesn't seem to be bad, huh? Wait a minute to see what your Majesty means.

The huge black shadow did not appear-a person standing still on the stage could not arouse the devil's interest.

Silence spread, and the corpse kings rolled their eyes and stared at the guy who had caught Ning Qingqing.

Just as the atmosphere became more and more tense, Ning Qingqing moved his fingers.

I saw that the bacteria man's body suddenly fell backwards, and his head came forward from behind, interspersed between his knees.

"Hou Ou?" The Demon Kings widened their eyes.

Is it so exciting to come up so difficult?

A huge black shadow covered the white cloth.

The Demon Sovereign imitated this action very seriously.

Ning Qingqing was completely rude, manipulating the bacteria man's hands and feet to beat himself into a knot.

The shadow of the Demon Emperor was no longer as sluggish as it was before. It seemed to hesitate for a while before slowly following it step by step.

Seeing it finish with difficulty, Ning Qingqing directed this weird group of things and started to bounce around the stage.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

Jump higher and higher.

Image? nonexistent.

There was silence in the audience, and the thing behind the scenes was also strangely silent.

After a while, a very young voice floated out: "Don't move."

Ning Qingqing shrugged. Do not move.

She gathered the hyphae in the middle of the stage and brewed for a while, and her left arm thumped and fell to the ground, only a trace of invisible hyphae was attached.

All Demon Kings: "..."

Ning Qingqing smiled and said: "No, just say it, don't be embarrassed, just change one—I know a lot!"

There was a muffled laughter.

Immediately after hearing a weird noise, the giant Ying tore off his arm.

Ning Qingqing: "..." It turns out that the master behind the scenes is a fool!

The young voice floated a little bit: "Come and not be indecent. What you do to me will be returned to you later. It's fun."

Ning Qingqing was not at all shocked: "Oh."

She manipulated the mycelium, picked up her left arm and put it back.

Demons: "..."

The shadow was silent, and forced his arm on, but he looked a little crooked.

The wise Ning Qingqing no longer provokes the demon emperor, she separated a part of the mycelium, formed another humanoid figure beside the fungus, and started a fat beating.

The Demon King was silent for a moment and summoned a Demon King behind the scenes.

Soon, Ning Qingqing successfully created the first terrible murder.

After killing the Demon King under him, the shadow of the Demon King looked silly and cheerful.

She remained silent, leading the Demon King to summon the trembling Demon King to the stage one by one, and torn them into pieces one by one.

The Demon Sovereign obviously didn't care about the life and death of his subordinates, it only cared about making fun of itself.

Soon, more than a dozen demon kings died clean.

Ning Qingqing was extremely proud. The clever mushroom, solved so many corpse kings without a single soldier! so much!

"Interesting." The young voice chuckled, "Someone has fallen into a trap! When I go to kill him, I will come to you again, good, good, and fun."

The huge white silk slowly floated down.

Ning Qingqing retreated nervously to the edge of the stage-this behemoth might be able to squash her with one foot.

"…what?"

There is no troll behind Sibo whose head is touching the ceiling.

The curtain continued to lower, down to one person's height, but there was still nothing.

"Are you gone?" She tilted her head in wonder.

The white cloth continued to fall, and when Ning Qingqing's chest was so high, she finally slowly revealed a face with delicate features.

The Demon Sovereign was born very beautiful!

It's just... it's a little dwarf.

It stepped on the stump of the Demon King everywhere, directed at her, and blinked its right eye "ding".