On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Ning Qingqing was a little melancholy.

In her House of Consciousness, Qi Ling and Heart Demon had another fight because of their life experience(?).

After losing both sides, they reached a weird consensus-both called themselves "Laozi" and called each other "sons".

Qi Ling: "Son, you don't endure Laozi."

Inner Demon: "I sleep with your mother, son!"

The atmosphere is unexpectedly harmonious.

Ning Qingqing tilted his head and pondered for a while, and then suddenly thought that human beings are actually like this. They all call themselves "I" and the other person "you". Isn't this the same as the system of addressing the spirit and the heart demon?

Hey, the logic of lower creatures is so easy to see through.

After reaching an agreement, the two freshly baked old fathers continued in her mind-big! Voice! dense! seek!

Qi Ling: "Anyway, next time, it's Lao Tzu's turn to eat soul power."

Inner Demon: "Wow, as your father, why don't you let you do it again? Later, they will have a big fight, and then Ning Qingqing will be called heartbroken and heartbroken. The soul will fly to the sky, and I can't support you. Xiao Wang Ba Lao Zi! Sneer."

Qi Ling: "Is it necessary to use your mouth to sneer?"

Inner Demon: "I'm afraid you don't understand, silly boy!"

Ning Qingqing: "..."

Out of politeness, she knew that she shouldn't laugh, but if they continued to talk like this, she was afraid that she could not help laughing.

When she was distracted, this body meticulously acted according to memory.

After Xie Wu rushed away, Ning Qingqing wandered in the corridor blankly, looking around the familiar tables and chairs, plants and trees, she was a little unbelievable, and she kept wondering whether everything just now was true.

The feeling of throbbing chest cavity is really novel.

As a heartless and carefree mushroom, Ning Qingqing does not reject such wonderful physical feelings.

It's just...it's so sour.

She had a lot of fun, hearing Qi Ling and the heart demon say that she would have a quarrel with Xie Wuwang later, Ning Qingqing almost couldn't control the raised corners of her mouth.

People like Xie Wuwang can stay motionless after being hit by an earthworm wave, and without frowning after a thousand or eight hundred knives, as if killing people and slapped ashes... Would he actually quarrel? Still "a big fight".

It's like an old monk breaking the ring!

She couldn't wait to see his red eyes because of loss of control (?), hear his hoarse voice because of agitation (?), and even under the impatience, she couldn't help but mouth dirty (?).

Hiss-surging, very surging.

After wandering "absent" for a few laps, Ning Qingqing became a little impatient. She slumped under a jade pear wooden pillar without an image, looking down to the sky and complaining: "Why is he not coming back."

Qi Ling: "Son, take a look at Xie Wuwang when will you come back? Don't talk about her, even I'm getting impatient! Ahhh~"

Inner Demon: "What are you grunting? Is it necessary to scream when you are hungry?"

Qi Ling: "I'm afraid you don't understand, silly boy!"

With the way of the devil, he also cures the body of the devil.

Ning Qingqing: "..."

This pair of enemies was quarrelsome, but still conscientiously tried to check the accurate memory, and learned that Xie Wuwang would think of feeding mushrooms today when he was in the middle of the moon, so he would come back to quarrel.

The moon is in transit.

I'm afraid I have to wait another hour.

Ning Qingqing decided to sneak to Qianyuan Palace to see what Xie Wuwang was doing.

As soon as she stepped out of the yard, the demon in her mind immediately panicked--

Inner Demon: "Isn't she supposed to be paralyzed in the yard like she was emptied of all her strength"? How come she still has energy to jump around? There is nothing outside in her memory!"

Qi Ling: "Huh, my son doesn't understand, right? The illusion created by ancient artifacts will repair the cause and effect on its own. There are antecedents, knowing the consequences, and the missing part of the divine power will be perfectly complemented. Shit, you don't understand it. , The wild demon from the wild!"

The inner demon didn't say a word, but Ning Qingqing knew that Jai Xuan would report it, and he must be poking in secret to prepare for revenge.

Ning Qingqing followed Baiyushan Road and touched into the back hall of Qianyuan Palace.

Here and the front hall are separated by only half of the screen wall and curtain, and everything in the front hall can be heard clearly.

The black wooden screen wall in front of him was unusually smooth, moonlight shone in from behind, and his face was faintly reflected on the screen wall.

Ning Qingqing subconsciously took a picture of her face left and right.

After taking the photo, I found out that this posture of piercing in the mirror and taking care of himself is exactly the same as Yu Yuyan.

"..."

Learn for a lifetime, but learn bad for a moment.

Ning Qingqing blinked melancholy and touched the curtain.

The heavy cloth is luxurious and extraordinary, the background color is darker than the night sky, and the dark gold silk thread is used for the left and right borders. Each strand of the pattern is embroidered to the extreme perfection, and the hand is dropped sinkingly.

Ning Qingqing pulled a few times, and stuck out a little white face.

Bright light rushed over his face.

This is under the steps on the right side of Luangzuo, in front of which stands a luxuriant chandelier. It is one foot high, and the whole body is made of clear and transparent fine glass. The main branch is ignited with spiritual flames, and the branches are inlaid with transparent orbs, which refract the flames brightly and colorfully.

With the brilliance of the palace, Ning Qingqing clearly saw a beauty in blue dress dancing in front of the palace.

Sure enough, he was an acquaintance, Yun Shuimiao.

The waist was twisted like a snake, and it was the essence of earthworm fluctuations. A pair of eyes blinked and blinked, turned around, and twisted the waist, all glaring at Xie Wuju who was above Luangzuo, and seduce them very straightforwardly.

Xie Wuwang sat on his head, with exquisite food dishes and fragrant wine on the royal table in front of him.

Ning Qingqing was amused: "Throwing me there and chewing on the wood, he himself is happy and happy. I want to go out to drink too!"

Qi Ling and Inner Demon were like students who were suddenly named by the master, both of them were shocked.

Qi Ling: "Oops, what should this wine taste like? I haven't drunk it. If it tastes wrong, she will be able to see through it!"

Inner Demon: "I don't know about wine? What an ignorant hillbilly tool spirit." Succeeded in revenge.

Qi Ling: "How can ancient artifacts touch such inferior mundane things! If you know, speed tell me, don't break the plan!"

Demon: "Do you think your father has a long mouth? Does he look like he can drink? Use your brain, stupid boy!"

"..."

Ning Qingqing touched her chin, if nothing happened: "Forget it, there is no need to toss yourself, the wine is just a strong and pure smell of horse urine, so I don't want to drink it."

Qi Ling & Heart Demon: "That's it!"

Arrange arrangements, arrange immediately.

In Xie Wuwang's life, there has never been a moment when he was so irritable and almost out of control.

He knew that Ji Ruxue, who had been cheating for so many years, was lurking nearby and might be waiting for an opportunity at any time.

He knows that no matter how he counts, it is not a wise choice to leave the body at this moment.

But... not long ago, he was reluctant to give up because of her. When he broke the battle, he subconsciously hesitated and softened. At that time, he thought she was bound to die.

Unexpectedly, at the last moment, she actually broke the Sumeru mustard seed, saved her own life, and really gave him a big surprise.

He didn't care about it even if her breaking method really damaged his majesty. The joy of losing and regaining made him lazy and warm, and he just wanted to treat her better.

He always does whatever he wants.

With such a mood, he knew that she had been attacked by the machine spirit and fell into a paradox.

He thought it was just a matter of effort, but who knew that this treacherous state was actually trapped in the body of "Xie Wuwang" in her memory, and he could only snub her and hurt her based on his previous experience.

Once she is in pain, she will be grabbed by the spirit power. That soft little woman is like a very delicate flower, easily hurt and easy to break.

Qi Ling's scheming was exactly on the point.

At this moment, she must be weeping and sad.

He remembered that she came outside the temple during the day, secretly holding a pair of carefully carved wooden figures in her hands. He knew that it was a 100-year-old gift she had carefully prepared for the wedding, but because of Yun Shuimiao's affairs, he eventually did not receive this gift-it was ruined by her when she ran away from home.

He didn't care once. She was uncertain, she thought, and she gave him a lot of things in bits and pieces. It’s just a pair of wooden men, and it doesn’t matter if they are ruined.

But at this moment, thinking of how she found the temple in front of the temple joyfully and shyly with the wooden figure, his chest was suffocated.

This shouldn't be the case. They should be...well.

If she had explained to her more, she would believe him, and she would bend her eyes and smile and pass the gift.

She is ingenious and has carefully prepared the little wooden figure for many days. Isn't it a lifelike carving? A pair of small wooden men, consider him and her.

That's it.

Thoughts turned here, and the eye sockets and heart sockets seemed to be pierced by a hard needle. This unspeakable pain was when the blood and fire were drained far away.

If he could control his body at this moment, he would have embraced her, and had the greatest temper to comfort her, and then took her out of this paradox.

However... he could only watch "self" throw her alone in the courtyard and weep alone, but he was forced to sit in this bright and clean hall, drinking and having fun.

Thinking about it at this moment, I am also extremely unhappy, drinking boring wine!

Why bother.

Obviously it should be a tender night, with the gentle fragrance of nephrite in his arms, and the little wooden man she gave him by his side.

She doesn't need to be sad, nor does he need to be upset.

It won't... be designed by a mere tool!

After Xie Wuwang became angry, he slowly calmed down.

The most terrible calm before the storm.

He would not sit and wait for death, nor would he watch her be swallowed by the spirit of the machine.

In his life, he never knew how to write the word ‘give up’ and would never learn it.

He will control all of this, crush the bug into crumbs, and take her...home.

The soul is icy and cold, but the body is smiling uninhibitedly, raising his slender and cold white hands indifferently to applaud, holding up the wine, and respecting Yun Shuimiao, who is dancing so hard, to show his praise, and then raise his lips to his lips. Take a full drink.

The Adam's apple rolled.

Xie Wuwang: "..."

Who can tell him how the wine in the delusion has a sour, spicy and smelly smell? ! The smell of smell came out, and the rush of breath at the entrance made people tremble.

But this body didn't notice anything, and it drank it mechanically, one cup after another...like it was about to drink to the ground.

Xie Wuwang: "..."

There is no love to live, silently endure.

Ning Qingqing quietly put down the curtain in his hand.

He lowered his eyes sadly.

Boring.

She thought it had become a horse urine-flavored ‘good wine’ that would make Xie Wuwang’s face ‘poof’ on the spot.

Who knew he was drinking so cheerfully, one after another without even stopping.

The taste is very heavy!

In awe, she swam back to Yuliyuan in silence.

Looking at Yuanyue's position, Xie Wuwang should almost come to her for a fight.

Think about it, there is still a little excitement.

Just passing the mountain road, the bitter night breeze made her whole body cold. She was about to go into the house to hide, when she saw a tall and slender figure blocking the way.

He raised his head and met a pair of deep and cold eyes.

Observing the mushroom with meticulous powers of observation, he immediately found that Xie Wuwang's pupils were shaking extremely slightly. To use a not-so-appropriate analogy, it was as if there was also a heart demon and instrument spirit in his head fighting between heaven and man.

Qi Ling: "He's here, he's here! He's coming with alcohol and anger!"

Inner Demon: "Son, stay focused. Don't catch anything later, come to your father to cry again."

Qi Ling: "Heh, this is reminding Lao Tzu that you are going to use a sly trick to steal my soul power? I thank you and your family!

Inner Demon: "I'm the only unfilial son in my entire family!"

Ning Qingqing: "..."

No, you two, like you guys, how can you let Mushroom concentrate on Xie Wuwang's quarrel plot!

Too much.

Ning Qingqing let her body move without love.

"Didn't the Daoist just put the Hexin furnace in? What are you doing here?" She raised her lips mockingly, her expression reflected in Xie Wuwang's black eyes, smiling more ugly than crying.

Xie Wuzuo stared at her quietly, curling her lips indifferently for a long while.

"It's not so anxious." He didn't drive away the alcoholic spirit, his temperament was rather lazy, his neckline was slightly open, and he could clearly see the delicate collarbone and the small, semi-strong and beautiful chest.

Ning Qingqing: "..."

He probably didn't know how strong his alcohol was, it was like falling into an old stable.

Her voice trembled slightly: "Xie Wuwang, how can you do this to me?"

Seeing her black and white eyes dizzy with tears, Zhen Xie Wuwang's mind that had just calmed down boiled like fire again.

'do not Cry! Qing, don't cry! ’

Regrettably, he could not control this body to continue to cause irreparable damage to her.

"A Qing," he slowed his voice, his eyes turned cold, "Don't be greedy."

Ning Qingqing was almost amused by him. He did something on his own to misunderstand others, but he blamed others for being greedy?

She wanted to teach him how to be a human being, but considering the feelings of the two "old fathers" who had been working hard and waiting eagerly, Ning Qingqing silently withdrew from the black hand of temptation.

Quarrel and quarrel, honestly follow their arrangements, seriously quarrel with Xie Wuwang.

The mushroom continued to lie dormant.

"Insufficient greed?" She looked at him in disbelief, "I want my husband to be single-minded, what's wrong with this? Xie Wuwang, if you are tired of me and tired of me, just say it straight, I will never rely on it. You! I absolutely, I will never serve a husband together with others. If you find someone else, you can, and we will leave!"

He didn't speak, but condescendingly stared at her coldly, his black eyes were completely silent, and her sorrow was nothing to him.

Except for... the faintly trembling pupils, and the imperceptible strands of blood bursting from the edges of the pupils, there was no fluctuation on his face.

"Say, Xie Wuwang! Are you trying to get together!" Tears welled up in her eyes, "Say it!"

"Don't make trouble, A Qing." His brows were impatient, "It's ugly."

Her body trembled slightly, shaking like a fallen leaf, and her little pale hands were raised unconsciously, embracing her shoulders.

She looks extremely cold and painful.

The continuous stream of tears took away her temperature and soul.

Xie Wuwang's dark pupils trembled more severely, and he gasped impatiently. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe the tears from her face, he wanted to embrace her in his arms and kiss her bright red eyes, and he wanted to make any promises to her. , As long as it can coax her to be happy.

Unfortunately, he can't do anything.

The heart is falling towards the abyss.

He had promised her, after she lost her one-time life, he had given way back.

By your husband's side, you are the only one.

If you knew earlier that you would make this step eventually, it would be better to fulfill her wish as soon as possible, and it would not be reduced to today.

But just guarding her alone, how difficult is this?

He is not a person who values ​​desires, except for her.

Her tears were still streaming, drop by drop, like the whole world, falling on him.

He knew that this was not the end yet.

At this moment, he couldn't imagine how many tears she would shed after he let her leave alone? Especially... when she throws away or destroys the pair of little wooden men, how will she feel like a knife?

She can't make it through.

Xie Wuwang tried to seize the control of his body again, until the sound of "pop" resounded in his ears, it was still only a bloodshot on the edge of his pupils.

He stared at her, as if to engrave her face.

Ning Qingqing was very disappointed at the moment.

She was naive. After hearing the words of Faith Demon and Qi Ling, she thought that Xie Wuwang would quarrel with her like ordinary people. What's this, he didn't even turn the corners of his eyes red, and she was expecting a swearing hoarse, I'm afraid I won't see it in this life.

But it wasn't her who was most disappointed at the moment.

Seeing her tears flow without money, the spirits and demons waiting to be fed did not catch anything.

"Am I ugly?" She murmured, staring at him dimly with tears, "I'm not ugly, but ugly people are ugly. Xie Wuwang, I don't want to see you anymore."

He was not threatened by her, but chuckled lazily.

She slowly turned around, her soft and graceful back walking down the corridor to the courtyard door.

She could feel Xie Wuwang's gaze sinking on her back, but he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

She actually wanted him to explain, but he let her step by step into the cold and dark night.

Stepping out of the hospital gate, Ning Qingqing left with Yujian.

"A Qing," the gentle voice smiled, "Don't come back when you leave."

If Xie Wuwang could move at this moment, he would definitely burn this disobedient body to fly ashes. His heart has always been extremely cold, his reason has always been unshakable, and he has never had any irrational thoughts in his mind.

But at this moment, he separated himself from this body, and sincerely wanted to kill it.

However, he had to use the spirit of this body to feel her going away a little bit.

When Ning Qingqing floated away from the sacred mountain riding a sword, she was actually a little embarrassed.

Because the heart demon and the tool spirit are fighting again.

They all thought that the other party had stolen her soul power. After all, she looked so sad and desperate, how could she not be able to supply one bite?

Both know that if they ask the other party to eat like this, it won't take long for the other party to become much stronger than themselves, and there is only a dead end!

Thinking about it this way, the heart demon and the tool spirit no longer care about the feelings of father and son, and do their best to fight together.

Ning Qingqing: "..."

It's really a disaster for the father and son to kill each other...

This thing can't be done authentically.

He remembered that she had been away for six days.

On the fourth day, he lazily hinted that the Buddha would go looking for her, and persuaded him with kind words.

And he, after chilling her for two days, personally picked her back.

When he saw her, she was no longer awkward with her cold face. Although she was still a bit wronged, she couldn't conceal the joy of losing and regaining. She couldn't do without him at all.

Everything in the past was exactly what he expected.

However, it's not the same thing at the moment.

He didn't know how long she could last, maybe a few days, maybe a few hours, maybe... a few breaths.

Every drop of painful tears she shed is fading soul power.

She is withering and dying.

He could only look at it like this.

Looking at this body, walking towards the highest position that belongs to him, towards the hustle and bustle that he doesn't need.

Towards...

He remembered that after she left, he would drink a lot of wine every day...

That, taste the unforgettable wine.