On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

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

The world suddenly stood still.

She raised her hand and touched his eyes.

With his eyes closed, his eyebrows frowned slightly: "A Qing?"

"You have also come into the delusion state." Ning Qingqing tilted his head slightly and looked at him, with a little regret in his tone. "Qi Ling and Inner Demon said, this time Xie Wuwang and Ning Qingqing will do that very madly. It’s something that can reproduce. It’s vigorous, and happiness creates sorrow. I want to feel it."

Xie Wuwang: "..."

The left eyelid that was touched by her beat fiercely, and he opened his scarlet right eye and looked at her for a moment.

Ning Qingqing sighed innocently, and said disappointedly: "I didn't expect you to come. You can't do it, and it won't work with the'Xie Wuwang' in this delusion state. I just waited and waited, there was no sky thunder at all. The clouds and rain shook the ground fire, and there was no sign of reproduction. I guessed it was you."

Xie Wuwang: "..."

His thin lips were completely bloodless, and his skin was so pale that he was so lifeless that his body in this paradox was about to shatter.

She drooped her eyes to look at him: "What are you doing here? What a disappointment."

"I'll take you out of the paradox." He was amused, his broken voice stained with a grin, "I will tell you personally if I can do it."

Fingers pressed slightly to clamp the lifeline on the side of her neck.

He will let her coma first, and will not cause her any pain.

She was very uncomfortable being pinched by him, pursed her lips, and shook her head quickly: "No! This Ning Qingqing is so pitiful, she is going to die alone, I will stay with her until the end, not let her be alone. People go!"

She grabbed his fingers and pulled the big, hot iron-like hand from her thin neck.

His pupils shook slightly, and let go of his hand following her strength.

His voice was completely dumb: "You said...what?"

Ning Qingqing was uncomfortably pressed by him. She pushed him to one side to lie flat, then arched with difficulty, sat with a bowed waist, hugged Yunsi quilt on her knees, and looked at him with interest.

Xie Wuwang is not used to being overlooked.

Ignoring the dislocation and broken bones, he propped up his body and sat opposite her.

A broken rib pierced the viscera, and he suffocated his groaning back into his abdomen, only spit out a breath of blood.

She looked at him for a while, raised her hand and poked his breastbone, blinking her eyes: "Important spirits and heart demons, they are really powerful. They actually make the delusion so realistic and so lingering. I have a good time playing well. Moved. How about you? How do you feel?"

Xie Wuwang's thin lips moved slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Yes."

Her eyes seemed to hit him, and he turned his gaze slightly away.

He frowned and said dumbly: "A Qing, I didn't take care of your feelings before, and I will never hurt you again in the future. Believe me."

People like him have already backed down one hundred thousand steps to say this.

Seeing his serious face, Ning Qingqing almost couldn't help laughing.

Fortunately, she is a very polite mushroom, she will definitely only make fun of others in her heart, but will not show it.

She cleared her throat, reached her right hand, and gently pushed the back of his left hand on her knee.

"Wake up, Xie Wuwang, don't you know that this is a delusion state, it's all fake." She said crisply.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at her.

I saw her look simple and cheerful. Although her lips were pale, the curvature of the corners of her lips was very cunning, like a lazy and bad little cat playing games when she was hungry.

"It's not a fake." He grabbed her little hand backhand, loosening and then tightening his strength, like pinching a fragile, lost treasure, "A Qing, it's not a fake."

Ning Qingqing dropped the corners of her eyes and shoulders melancholy.

She patiently explained to this guy who is also a high-level creature but whose intelligence level is comparable to that of a low-level creature: "It was Xie Wuwang in the delusion that killed Ning Qingqing in the delusion, not you. I, we are just watching visitors, come here to play, understand?"

His eyes flashed fiercely twice, and his bloodless lips became paler, and his complexion became white to transparent, like a glazed glaze statue that would shatter with a touch.

He moved his thin lips, his tone was inexplicable, and his voice was low and inaudible: "Killed...her?"

Yes, her life and death are all related to him.

Ning Qingqing couldn't help feeling lightly in her heart-Xie Wuwang is so pretty! It looks good when it is fierce, and also looks good when it is fragile.

Even if the injury is like this, vomiting blood, the pheromone is still the favorite taste of mushrooms.

Not only did she have patience, she also added a lot of gentleness: "Tomorrow at noon, the delusion will end. We will accompany this body to the end, and she will not be so lonely. She can feel that I am with me. She, she likes her very much. Xie Wuwang, you are good, and she will like you and be willing to be with you."

She smiled and looked into his eyes, but saw him suddenly look away.

There seemed to be a flash of red in his eyes.

The big hand holding her trembled faintly.

After a moment, he turned his face blankly and stared at her closely, as if to swallow her with his eyes and merge with him.

"I will stay with you." He promised in a low voice, "Always stay with you. Qing, let me stay with you."

Blood was coughed up from the already dry body again.

Lu Yan's blood stained his lips, and a big man was so dazzling and frightening.

After the violent cough subsided, he casually raised his sleeves and wiped away the remaining blood from the corners of his lips, and then raised his eyes again, and he was as if nothing had happened and was calm in the past.

"Are there any regrets." He raised his perfectly-lined jaw at her, and added, "She."

Seeing him doing this, Ning Qingqing immediately bent her eyes into crescent moons.

She touched her chin and muttered, "She wants to hear a lie, OK?"

He fixedly looked at her for a long time, and laughed dumbly: "I'm not telling lies."

He slowed down, every word--

"I hope that Madam will take back her life, you and I will be so affectionate for the rest of my life, how-this sentence is not a lie."

He really wanted to coax her back that day. He never thought that he would let her go and make peace with her. He thought he was the same as before, and once again easily seduced with love, and conquered the most obedient and softest her.

Ning Qingqing was looking at him with a smile. Hearing what he said, her chest suddenly pained, her eyes glare, blurring the lower part of her vision.

She stroked her heart and dropped her eyes sadly: "She is sad."

Xie Wuwang sighed deeply and couldn't help but leaned forward and took her into his arms.

The tingling caused by the broken bones in my body can't help but **** my heart, it is painful and refreshing.

He didn't know when this soft woman had grown the branches into his flesh, and when she moved, she was heartbroken.

"She likes the big wooden platform outside the most." She sighed and said, "When the sun comes out, we will go there and wait for the end of the delusion."

"…it is good."

She is actually as weak as his body, leaning on him like this, she doesn't even want to move a finger.

But the mouth is still muttering.

"She said that the weather was so good that day. The sun tanned people lazily. She lay on the big wooden platform with his fingers, and he was not annoyed when she rolled around on him. She is so happy, she thinks he is just like her and likes her very much. That’s why she is so proud of her. After being injured, she immediately transmits the voice to him, and wants him to come back quickly, so she can pounce on him. In his arms, he asked him for some distress and comfort, but he didn't expect that after he came back, he didn't even look at her at all. Instead, he feasted and asked Zhang Tianbao to search for beauties for him."

Xie Wuwang suffocated his mouth, and the painful pain struck again.

She sighed: "She really likes him! The robes he wore, the tea cups he used, his magic weapon, the words he wrote... As long as it was something related to him, she liked him very much. She hid all the words he wrote in the small wooden grid next to the bed, you must not know it?"

Xie Wuwang paused slightly with his tranced gaze: "I know."

After closing his eyes, he said dumbly: "Do you like everything related to him... What about Long Yao, are you willing to call it Broken Sword? Don't you like it the most."

Ning Qingqing raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes somewhat speechless: "Xie Wuwang, are you confused again? This is a paradox, I am not her, I don't know Long Yao, I only know Xuexing."

Xie Wuwang was bitter in his mouth.

Ning Qingqing didn't care about this guy who was too deep into the play. She said to herself: "She would never die. She had already wanted to drive when she was in Zizhulin. If he doesn't provoke her, she will always be fine. It's not that she depends on him, but that he doesn't let her go, and keeps her around but doesn't cherish her. She was little by little, and he was supported to death."

Xie Wuwang twitched his lips, and he heard a ‘click’ from his hand. He actually crushed his finger bones.

The corners of the eyes were blurry and stinging, lifted a finger to wipe off the pale blood.

She sighed faintly: "Actually, I don't quite understand why one person likes another person to this point. If she knew that she would give all her heart, she would only get sad. I wonder if she would regret it?"

She doesn't need his answer.

"Probably not," she said to herself, "she is about to die, but I can still feel that she loves him very much now. Her heart hurts so much that it turned to ashes, but it still hurts so much. Why did he do it like that? As for her, I think he will never meet someone who loves him so much like her again."

Xie Wuwang bit the tip of his tongue, and the sharp tingling reminded him that she was still there, in his arms, and everything was too late to be restored.

She raised those black and white eyes and stared at him: "She is dead, even if he regrets it, she will not live again."

His breath disappeared completely.

He had an illusion that as long as there was a little bit of wind and grass at this moment, she would melt in his arms and would never be able to get it back.

I don't know how long it took, and finally a ray of morning sun burst into the windowsill.

He moved his lips and said in a dumb voice: "It's time to bask in the sun."

She curled her eyes and smiled sweetly innocently: "Hmm!"

He picked her up.

Her body was as light as a piece of silk, even if he was injured to this point, she still didn't think she was a burden.

It was just that the injury was too serious. Every time he stepped on it, he could clearly feel a part of his limbs peeling off from his body. He was like a melting candle, leaving scars all the way. Does it hurt? Pain, but it's not as hard as the dull pain in the depths of the body.

He blocked her vision with his chest and arms, forbidden her to look back.

When we walked to the big wooden platform, Chaoyang would sprinkle the golden red all over, and the clouds under the cliffs glowed with deep and shallow light, like a circle of thin ribbons enclosing the sea of ​​clouds. The clouds flickered, and the golden red shattered light was even more dazzling.

He touched the ground on one knee, embraced her preciously, put it down gently, and then fell heavily beside her.

Ning Qingqing looked at Xie Wuwei in the morning light.

His face was horribly white, the golden-red sunrise light stained his cheeks, and his complexion did not improve. He panted gently, every breath taking away the vitality in his body, causing his body to sink visibly, as if sinking into the wooden floor.

"A Qing," he said in a low voice, "Come back, I won't hurt you again."

His eyes are a little loose, no matter how tough his willpower is, this body in the realm is no longer good.

There is a big horror between life and death.

At this moment, he is just patient, allowing himself to wander in a near-death state, just to accompany her.

He fell beside her, holding her hand tightly with his left hand.

"Accompany you to death." He made a low breath, smiling, "Catch you back."

Did not let her hear.