On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

In front of Qianyuan Palace.

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After Ning Qingqing finished her sad words and deceived Ji Huaizhou to say that Long Yao was alive, she did not hesitate to squeeze Xie Wuwang's vestments and Long Yao into Ji Huaizhou.

Xie Wuwang: "..."

Two peerless powerhouses started their battle.

Xie Wuwang didn't have a sword in his hands, and there was Yun Shuimiao this oil bottle beside him. Although he would not lose, he would inevitably be injured.

He stretched his right hand in front of him.

He originally held Long Yao with his backhand and used his scabbard to easily repel Jihuaizhou’s attack. However, at this moment, Long Yao was in Jihuaizhou’s hand, but he could only hold his right hand and bear it with his shoulder and arm. Those attacks that should have fallen on the scabbard.

Long Yao is bladeless, it is a simple heavy sword of vicissitudes of life, one sword and one sword bluntly slashed on his body, which hurts extremely.

Long Yao is his natal sword, and the spontaneous defense of the body is not against Long Yao.

A heavy blow can be called a knife stabbed by a close relative.

In fact, it is. His vestment was draped over Jihuaizhou's body, and it was dazzling with a dark stream in the sun. The battle on the top of the holy mountain was the last time she put on him a battle robe. Later, the battle of the tomb and the battle of Xiecheng were a hundred times more dangerous than the current one, but he lost that layer of defense with warmth and tenderness.

Not only that, but at this moment, she personally handed the only Dragon Yao who could hurt him to Jihuaizhou's hands. One by one, the muscles and bones shattered and the pain was in the soul.

Xie Wuwang didn't blame her, but felt a little happy!

With one blow after another, the body broke every inch and the pain was endless. The blood surged in his mouth, and the battle became more vigorous.

His heart is cold and hard, he treats others cruelly, he treats himself more cruelly. Pain is nothing to him.

A light smile floated in her eyes-if this would relieve her of her hatred and pain, what's the matter?

The heavy sword shot down, but it dispelled the dark clouds that had hung in his heart for a short time, so that he had no time to think about those eyes full of sorrow.

This injury is painful and joyful.

He would rather her revenge fresh than she would wither like a walking dead.

"Come again." He said lightly.

Originally the clouds were light and the wind was light, but at this moment, the body had been severely injured, and as soon as he opened his mouth, blood surged, panting heavily.

Quite a little bit of desolation of the hero's end.

Ji Huaizhou raised his sword to greet him, and said coldly: "Jimou is fighting you upright and doesn't need you to let it go! Isn't the Daojun reluctant to leave Yun Shuimiao for a while?"

In the original battle, Xie Wuwang was able to carry people around, but Jihuaizhou fell into the wind, feeling deeply humiliated, so he said this sentence bitterly. At this moment, it sounded incomparably mocking.

Xie Wuwang chuckles: "What about it."

Instead, Yun Shuimiao came closer.

Worse, the soul is in smoke.

Zhen Xie Wuwang: "..."

For the first time in his life, the Taoist monarch, who is gazing at the sky, has experienced the taste of "regret"-he has always believed that this kind of emotion is the most useless and most contemptible in the world. At this moment, he really regretted it.

I really benefited from the illusion of oolong everywhere.

Xie Wuwang, with scarlet pupils, continued to greet him and collided with Jihuaizhou.

Gradually, Xie Wuwang's eyes became completely cold.

He clearly remembered the blow that he broke the right arm of Huaizhou.

At the end of the battle, Jihuaizhou gave up his defense, and slammed his sword into his heart. He erected his scabbard to block the tip of Ji Huaizhou's sword, then raised his left hand, which was still unmoved by his side, coldly breaking the sword arm of Ji Huaizhou.

But at this moment, he has no sheath in his hand. There was nothing where it should have blocked the tip of the sword.

Long Yao ignores his own defense, this sword will go straight to his heart!

What will happen if I die in a delusion?

For a moment, Xie Wuzuo subconsciously suspected that this was a game, a lore game that was deliberately designed for himself.

If this is the case, then Ning Qingqing is the most important part of this game.

The soul was cold for a moment, and then he told himself-she didn't mean to.

‘Aqing, you better not let down my trust. ’

There is not much time left, and Xie Wuwang's eyes burst with bloodshots one after another.

When the blood is stained with the red eyes, he will be like an ordinary person in a demon, and he will gain control of this body by coming to seize the house.

"Boom—Boom—"

A heavy sword blow destroyed his muscles and bones, bound by the magical ability to create delusions, this body did not have his own strength, but more like a puppet. This puppet is broken every inch.

As an ordinary person, his mind is probably collapsed and frantic at this moment.

Xie Wuwang was deadly silent, as if the real soul had already left this empty shell.

On the pupils, hemorrhage bursts were methodically, very regular, and there was a cold and ruthless sense of order.

Crimson climbs, covering four-fifths.

However, it was too late. Long Yao buzzed lightly and pointed directly at his heart!

The blood line spread steadily among the shrinking pupils.

The flow of time seemed to slow down suddenly, and the world picture became frame after frame.

On the exquisite and indifferent black eyes, blood and fire snaked, about to engulf the entire fallen black earth, but a simple black sword came more quickly, as if a planet crashed into the earth.

The earth is full of lava, leaving only the last small black island.

The red lava set off a huge wave, wanting to dominate the world, but he was a step too late-while he was in control of his body, the tip of the sword was already in his chest!

Xie Wuwang stared blankly.

That's all?

Seeing that he was about to pierce his heart's ventricle, his life, Immortal Sword Long Yao, suddenly shattered inch by inch.

At the same time, Xie Wuwang raised his left hand and broke Ji Huaizhou's shoulder.

"Dragon... Yao."

It shattered completely and disappeared in the wind.

Xie Wuwang didn’t know if it was this sword with spirituality that still remembered its protector in the delusion state, or if Ning Qingqing made hands and feet on the sword—Long Yao, originally her best friend, she was very close to it. , Far better than that...shit Xuexing.

Was the spirit sword suing herself for the protector, or did she beat her former friend cruelly?

he does not know.

He only knows that both left and right are heart-piercing pain.

His eyes were completely covered in red, and Xie Wuwang stood on the empty square in front of the palace, his lips slowly conjured up with a smile.

He passed by Jihuaizhou, who had broken his arm, and walked towards Yuli Garden at the back of the palace step by step.

When Xie Wuwang returned, Ning Qingqing was sitting under the window in a daze.

Inner Demon: "Son...zi, tell your father honestly, did you...do your hands and feet? Why is she crying and sad in the square, but it's Laozi who is weak?"

Qi Ling: "Sitting up in a dying illness, the family sacrifice never forgot to tell Naweng. Son, look, what kind of monster is beside us?"

Inner Demon: "Why... how can mushrooms grow in the Mansion of Consciousness? Son, are you moldy?"

Qi Ling: "Stupid cub, it's her who turned her head! Bad luck, bad luck, really bad luck! How could she not turn her spirits early, but at this time, it's not a cheating!"

Inner Demon: "Go together! Eat it!"

Ning Qingqing watched as two groups of black and white light mist fell on the new mushrooms in her house of cognition, and began to gnaw.

When she was in the bamboo forest, she felt a strong spore fall into the House of Consciousness and take root.

Unexpectedly, it really grew into a mushroom!

She was horrified, and carefully poke out the invisible hyphae, and quietly plunged into the tails of the two groups of light that looked like tadpoles.

Eat in cycles.

She cared for the diners in the House of Consciousness to fight. Naturally, she didn't care about controlling this body, so she could only let it follow the memory.

So when Xie Wuwang returned to Yuliyuan, what he saw was Ning Qingqing, who was indistinguishable from the memory.

She looked so sad, her face was so beautiful that she couldn't help but feel soft when she saw it.

He stared at her, his eyes gleaming complicatedly in his red pupils.

"Madam," he stared at her, "My wife, gave my vestment and spirit sword to other men, where would I be?"

This was a fragment that was not in the memory. She only looked at him with those sad eyes, and her petal-like lips trembled slightly.

At this time, she hadn't withered yet, her color was a little whitish, like a pear flower that had been beaten by the rain.

Can be saved back.

He lost his senses for a moment, and when it was time to speak, his body opened his mouth automatically.

"Heh." He sneered, "Need to care about others?"

In shock, I asked and answered myself.

As soon as the words were uttered, the coldness in my heart was even more biting than the pain in my body.

That's what he said to her at the beginning. She asked him, where did her husband and the man next to him fight for another woman?

That's how he responded to her.

If, at this moment, she looked at herself so coldly and said something like this...

How can you feel the same without personal experience?

There was a very light buzzing in his mind, and he panted heavily, trying to step forward to hug her, but afterwards he realized that his body was soft and broken, and only his left arm was intact.

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and he knew that this was not only the injury to this body in the delusion state, but also the real and hundreds of times more serious injuries on his body. They all happened at once.

He can ignore the pain, but he can't stop the body's convulsions and convulsions. He can feel that his physical strength and spirit are going crazy.

No matter how steady he was, he couldn't help but feel a little heartburn.

He panted heavily, followed behind her, calling her in a low voice.

"Aqing, wake up, this is a delusion."

"I'm right by your side, I haven't left you, I won't leave you."

She ignored it.

"What a...green bamboo leaves."

It was obvious that she had cheated him, but at this moment she put on such an innocent face, sadly condemning him as a bad person.

His lips brushed her cheek feebly.

She ignored him. Following the trajectory in her memory, her wandering spirit usually walked around in front of him, her sad little face going down in despair.

He locked her in the yard for half a month.

He stood in front of her, she would just keep walking numbly, and if he didn't let go, she would hurt herself.

His wheezing became heavier and heavier, and he couldn't vomit any blood until the end, and there was only a bitterness between his chest and throat. Divine Soul has been out of the body for too long, and the injury of the real body has not been taken care of for a long time, and it has worsened, making him trance from time to time.

The eyes were stinging so badly that he called her hoarsely again and again, but couldn't wake her up.

I watched her haggard and fade away little by little.

Finally, she slowly climbed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

He is in the dream. A light and sweet smile gradually appeared on the pale little face, with a touch of greenness.

He couldn't help raising his eyebrows lightly, leaning against her, and embracing her into his arms with his left arm.

In just a few days, she tossed herself to be skinny, but her body was still soft and warm. She is different from him. He is as hard as bones and blood, but she has a body of nephrite-like bones, like the clearest spring water, and like the most moisturizing warm jade.

A small ball, snuggled up on his chest obediently, like a panacea, instantly made him forget his pain, only feeling warm and lazy.

With a deep sigh, his long eyes slowly closed tightly.

Knowing it shouldn't be, but this moment is too worthy of greed.

Xie Wuwang didn't know how long he had slept, but he felt a strange movement beside him, his breath quickly turned cold, and he subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of his waist.

——Take a moment.

When his heart sank, he remembered that Long Yao was gone.

Hold your breath and open your eyes.

The dazzling sunlight almost made him tears.

This is... which scene is here?

"Everything about my concubine, but the Lord is the master." A sweet voice floated behind him.

Woman's voice.

Xie Wuwang's eyebrows jumped subconsciously, and the cold snapped on his back.

When he tilted his head, the first thing that caught his eye was a dazzling red. The woman with red plums on her forehead gently folded her hands in front of her, her shoulders were extremely flat, she pressed back slightly, her chin was slightly covered, and her expression was supple.

Not Yun Shuimiao...

Xie Wuwang's heart was loose, then tight.

When his soul was asleep, several days had passed in the paradox, when he brought a woman who looked like a goddess of Xiyin back to Yuliyuan, and Ning Qingqing left in frustration.

The red pupils suddenly contracted, and his slightly shaking gaze turned to the front.

I saw the pale and fragile woman on the porch chair closest to the courtyard door eagerly greeted him with her skirt, a pair of beautiful big eyes with slightly drooping corners of grievances, but they couldn’t help but bend into small crescents. , Shining with the light of expectation.

She thought that he brought the people from Qingcheng Mountain back.

Xie Wuwang felt cold between his teeth, and his chest seemed to have fallen into a cold stone, and his blood was frozen into ice.

This is the last light on her body.

At that time, he didn't think so, he knew she was very coaxing, as long as he didn't touch other women, she would always put away her minions obediently and snuggle up to his side again.

After all, he knew her bottom line.

He is well versed in negotiation, and those who show the bottom line too early will always fail.

Just like her. She is easy to control.

He never thought that he would lose her.

At this moment, he has no time to stop.

He watched her look behind him, saw the woman, and then the two beautiful small flames went out and shattered in her eyes.

Inch by inch, my heart is dead.

Everything slowed down in front of his eyes, and he was keenly aware of every change in her emotions. Those pains were like interlaced thread blades, which cut into his body.

He already knew that leaving sadly this time would kill her.

"A Qing..."

The chest cavity that had already dried up suddenly rushed into a mouthful of blood.

He subconsciously stepped forward to help her, but was slammed away by her.

She was very weak, with a broken smile on her face, so beautiful and shocking.

He was panting, his eyes turned black.

Divine Soul, it's been too long.

"A Qing, don't go."

In the flickering vision, her figure floats into the East Chamber like a wandering soul.

He had asked her to arrange a place for the woman.

She followed the memory, one by one doing things that made her grief-stricken.

She smiled and asked him: "Why don't you live in the main house?"

This is her home.

This is her home...

She wants to give her home to others. She doesn't want this home anymore. She doesn't want him anymore.

A red color blurred his vision, and his ears seemed to have a fierce beast gasping for breath.

Her figure is like a small watermark, slowly spreading away.

How could he let her go? He shouldn't let her go.

This time, she never came back...

If you can't keep her at this moment, the situation in the delusion will only get worse and worse.

Can't let her go.

He will tell her that this yard will always be her home, and she will always be the only hostess.

A dark flame floated in his eyes, like a body sinking in the mud, step by step, extremely heavy and slow, stepping into the warm room with her.

She is drinking tea, cup after cup.

The tea went in from her mouth and came out of her eyes.

He pressed the severe pain of burning and cutting all over his body, walked slowly to her side, raised his intact left hand, and landed on her thin shoulder.

"A Qing," he let out a broken voice, "see clearly, this is a delusion, what are you doing?"

"Drink tea." She smiled, her beautiful little face like a puppet that lost her soul.

The fragile and beautiful face swayed slightly in his vague vision, and she was still the same as she remembered.

He closed his eyes: "Don't be sad, don't think about it, wake up, I won't hurt you again."

"I didn't think about anything." She smiled at him, "Really nothing."

She was still talking what she had said before.

He will definitely look at her.

She has no soul. Whether it is this moment in memory, or now.

His breath disappeared bit by bit.

It makes no sense to go on like this.

He remembered that in his memory today, her lost soul made him irritated, so he forcibly called her mind back, and then plunged a cold arrow into her heart. In the end, she seemed to be lost. The small animal that got out of the nest and was soaked in the rain curled up and left.

But right now... he has only one choice.

Destroy her false body, forcibly devour the spirit, and bring her soul back!

He needs to accumulate some strength.

Xie Wuwang's eyes gradually turned cold, his long eyes closed slightly, his soul closed in perception, and he fell into deep sleep.

"A Qing, hurt you one last time."

After a battle of wits and bravery of demolishing the east wall to fill the west wall, Ning Qingqing's mushrooms, artifacts, and heart demon in the mansion reached a very delicate and strange balance.

Two buds grew from the top of the mushroom, one black and the other white. The three are purely hostile relations and... father-son relations.

The melancholy Ning Qingqing went to the village to follow the customs, and since he could not break up their family, she had no choice but to join the family.

Mushroom: "Although I am the father of the two of you, with all due respect, low-level creatures like you are not qualified to be mushrooms. When you go outside, let alone my son."

Qi Ling: "..."

Inner Demon: "..." Why is this stuff so popular?

After calming the two unfilial sons, Ning Qingqing drooped the corners of her eyes and took over the control of her body, wanting to see how far the outside world has developed.

Nowadays, no one has the ability to lead or stop this delusion, and can only let it fend for itself.

hot.

Before she opened her eyes, she felt the overwhelming heat wave, as if she was in lava.

The familiar breath was pervasive, and she felt pain, and for a while, she couldn't tell whether it was body pain or heart pain.

Returning to this body this time, the feeling is quite different from the last time.

She clearly remembered that the painful heart in her chest was intact when she was in Zizhulin. When Xie Wuwang and Ji Huaizhou fought against the top of the holy mountain, there were already cracks in her heart that were difficult to repair. To this day, this The heart in the body has turned to ashes.

It stopped struggling in the ashes.

It was still beating, but it was dead.

Ning Qingqing's mind was slightly shaken, and she subconsciously glanced at the Yulimu Terrace next to the bed.

A jade basin with a dead mushroom lying in the basin.

She inhaled gently, her pupils trembling, and her internal organs shrank.

This...what kind of horror scene is this? !

She is a very simple mushroom, and if it were replaced by a human being, she would be almost a teenage girl who had no knowledge of the world.

Such a simple small mushroom, when he opened his eyes, he saw a corpse of the same kind lying very close to him...

fierce! case! now! field!

Ning Qingqing was terrified, and just about to pant, she found that she was overwhelmed.

She slowly turned her eyes and looked at herself.

I saw... Xie Wuwang pressed her down.

She slightly recalled the words of the inner demon and the spirit, and she knew what situation she was in at the moment-Xie Wuwang brought a woman back, which made her feel discouraged, and a series of unpleasant discords occurred. Today, the two agreed to be a husband and wife for the last time, and then they reconcile the contract and leave, and he let her go.

This is... and the last night before leaving.

This relationship finally came to an end.

The handsome face was lowered, and she kissed her nose tenderly, and then kissed her cheek.

The cold fragrance eroded her, and her voice was vague and vague.

"...Finally, I will give you a chance to regret it."

He didn't wear clothes, nor did she wear them.

She heard a thumping sound in her chest. His pheromone was extremely tempting. He seemed to have been hurt badly. The entire right half of the body was sunken. The arm on the right shoulder, which was originally strong and beautiful, could no longer be used. He supported her body, so she pressed her heavily.

She also had injuries on her body, and she was a little breathless under his pressure.

His body seemed to be drained of blood, his delicate thin lips were bloodless, and the tall nose was touching the tip of her nose. A pair of blood-red eyes was filled with deep and dark turbulence, like an abyss that would swallow the soul.

She stared at him and opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

He tilted his head and smashed through her teeth familiarly, swallowing all the words into his abdomen.

She felt the mood of this body at this moment.

He was numb, and even curled up tightly with his body.

After a while, he slightly propped up his body and moved a little further away from her, squinted at her face, and after a while, he suddenly chuckled.

He stroked her hair, and his voice was low and deep: "An Xin, my husband is very clean."

She didn't know what to do. When she was stunned, her body murmured to herself: "Xie Wuwang, I'm going to get together and leave. Tell me a lie to coax me."

Ning Qingqing knew what this body wanted to hear.

She exhausted all her heart and affection and loved this man.

In the end, she didn't need anything, just wanted to hear a lie to fulfill her lifelong obsession.

It can be regarded as a beginning and an end.

"It's a grudge." He spoke slowly, but the side was softened by her, and it was neat and clean...

Should have attacked the city and swept the land, however, half of his body had broken bones, and his body was drained of oil and light.

The body in the delusion state is restricted by the abilities of the instrument spirit and the heart demon, and has no thanks to Wuwang's true strength. If his willpower were not too firm, he would have been injured like this, and he would have collapsed on the ground and shattered into a porcelain doll.

Ning Qingqing stared at him nervously.

Intuition and instinct told her what should happen now.

At this moment, Xie Wuwang's dark eyes slowly condensed with brilliance.

He was awake in his deep sleep, his soul was cold and indifferent, ready to kill her in this illusory state, crush the spirit, and then take her soul home.

The thought of lore made his eyes shockingly cold, but when his eyes fell on her, he suddenly held his breath.

How come... is this scene?

The petite and weak body was lying obediently in the Yunsi quilt, petal-like lips moved slightly, and there was no lifelessness in the clear eyes, but a little stunned.

She looked innocent and pitiful, just staring at him like this, his appearance was reflected in her black and white eyes.

Xie Wuwang's pupils trembled, even though he knew that this was not the time to pity Xiangyu Yu, his heart was filled with deep reluctance.

The desire to kill quickly turned into another desire.

His eyes flickered slightly, and his emotions disappeared instantly.

It's not time.

He raised his intact left hand and gently stroked her slender white neck.

Just about to do it, I saw her lips, and sincerely moved——

"Xie Wuwang, you really can't do it!"