On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Send like a Xue Yuanshen away from the orifice, floating in confusion and confusion.

The world in front of him was icy blue and crystal clear, and there was a slight awkward mentality that suddenly became clear for a moment.

He suddenly remembered that he had seen this scene before him.

When breaking He Dao and Jin Daojun, there will be such a moment, all the world, you have to see the secret of heaven.

The future he saw at that time was this piece of broken ice blue.

‘That’s it, it’s so...this is my destiny...’

The avenue will not rush to extinction, Tianyan 49 will leave a ray of life.

Xie Wuwang allowed him to live in this line of life.

Chaos's gaze swung again, and he met Xie Wuju's cold and deep eyes in the void. Exterminating the powerful enemy, Xie Wuwang's face was not full of joy, his eyebrows were slightly closed, his thin lips pressed down, his expression was cold and hard, and there was a bit of disappointment and shame in his eyes.

As if a little light fell into the forehead, Ji Ruxue suddenly realized.

He finally understood why Xie Wuwang had an inexplicable obsession with the "Goddess of Xiyin".

Xie Wuwang destroys the body of his beloved wife, pays attention to the woman who resembles the goddess of Xiyin, deliberately gave himself a chance to seize him, and the obvious disappointment at this moment...

Xie Wuwang, he is ying the robbery! The secret he saw when he was promoted to the Taoist monarch must be that a woman with the face of a goddess took away his Taoist bones.

This person is really arrogant.

Others learn that there is a robbery on their bodies, or try to avoid them, or act first to get rid of all suspicious people and things.

But Xie Wuwang did the opposite. It's like...for fear that the fate could not take him, he deliberately moved up!

Vertical! Vertical! How rampant!

It's so arrogant and frivolous!

Ji Ruxue's divine mind laughed long, and the already vague mood boiled over-to be able to be an enemy of such a person, to fight happily and desperately, really did not come to this world in vain!

but……

The distracted sight slowly swept across the Broken Boundary Pool.

I saw that pale and beautiful woman standing in the bounds of madness, like a delicate petal about to be torn apart by the storm. Although her body is weak, her black and white eyes are extremely bright and firm, like...the seed of life moving forward in the wind.

Before she completely lost consciousness, Ji Ruxue once again suddenly——

‘Xie Wuwang, don’t want to admit it, your calamity is far in the sky, right in front of you... Hahahaha... I really can’t wait to come back from the repair, and see with my own eyes how you are smashed! ’

Ji Ruxue's body shattered into a piece of ice.

A strange mask slowly fell from his face.

Xie Wuwang's body swayed slightly, his long sleeves fished out, and he fished the mask into his palm.

The mask made of jade is rigid and rigid, and the color is not fresh.

Ji Ruxue, a big man, would naturally not grow into the appearance of a goddess of Xiyin. It was this strange mask of dead jade that made him change his face. This thing is not something in the world, but from... Xiyin.

The slender fingers tightened slowly, and the mask shattered into crumbs.

Xie Wuwang stood still, tampered with the blood suit a little, then turned around and looked at Jiechi.

"Yellow puppy! Wake me up!"

Ning Qingqing grabbed Huang Xiaoquan's skirt and shook his head and neck back and forth like a rag doll.

Long Yao swept into a black light, desperately preventing the device spirit from devouring the chaos power.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Huang Xiaoquan opened his eyes suddenly, bloodshot in his eyes.

He suddenly returned to his senses: "Zhuye..."

Seeing him wake up, Ning Qingqing bends his body down without saying a word, hugs Huang Xiaoquan's waist, and throws him off his shoulders: "Solution spirit, otherwise you will die first!"

"call--"

The body of the bridegroom in red hit Qi Ling.

Huang Xiaoquan was able to respond in time, grabbing his five fingers and pinching the spirit of the spirit body in his palm.

Canglong sternly strangled his hand, and combined his efforts to suppress the spirit of the palm.

It's like holding a chubby white hamster.

"Eat mine, spit it out!" Huang Xiaoquan closed his other hand, and with the help of Long Yao, he squeezed the fat hamster Qi Ling into a thin hamster.

The spirit screamed and struggled, and the strands of Chaos Boundary Force were squeezed out. Seeing the slightest difference, it can successfully enter the Canglan Realm. Who knows that the power has failed. At this moment, no matter how hard it is struggling, the Chaos Boundary strength in the body is still like Juicing is average, squeezed out by drips.

Ning Qingqing failed to see this scene. After she bowed, she couldn't stand up again.

She squeezed her legs, her eyes turned black, and her ears rang like a metallic echo.

The wound cracked, and the boundless Jie Li was frantically taking her life away.

The body is very cold, very painful, and very tired.

She tried to move her legs, but she seemed to be stuck in the mud, unable to move.

I'm afraid it will kill the mushroom.

The blood gurgled out, and every stream of spring was taking away her temperature.

It's cold... She is about to lose her feet, and is about to fall to the ground.

The Chaos Boundary Force under her feet is even more violent. She can imagine that they will scrape off her skin and flesh layer by layer like thin sharp blades, and cut her into a smooth and flat mushroom stick.

That... how much it hurts...

"Woo..."

A body suddenly appeared behind him.

An arm with a dislocation of bones, but still firm, came around from behind and embraced her waist. The firm and powerful force dragged her back, retreated a few large steps, and took her out of the boundary pond.

Ning Qingqing's mood suddenly fluctuated.

She shivered in the cold, and subconsciously pressed her soft back against her, arched gently, and turned around, trying to draw warmth from this thing.

His body was obviously stiff, as if he couldn't believe her dependence and intimacy.

As soon as she completely fitted his body, Ning Qingqing stopped moving.

"..."

It's completely different from what you imagined.

The sturdy and strong thing behind him is not healthy or warm at all. His robe was a soaked blood coat, with old blood that was cold and dry, and new blood that had been fresh but lost its temperature. It was pasted up like a big wet cloth suddenly wrapped in a winter day.

Her vision was a bit blurred, but she clearly expressed her disgust with expressions and movements.

"Not as good as a yellow puppy." She muttered weakly, pushing the big wet cloth away.

When the yellow puppy was just thrown out, she could still steal a few traces of temperature from him.

In the dimly shaking vision, she found that her fingertips touched the broken breastbone, under the blood-stained broken bones, a heart was beating rapidly, but after hearing her words, she suddenly stagnated.

The broken but beautiful chest was stuffy, and the hoarse and windy voice fell heavily from the top of the head——

"what?"

Ning Qingqing's attention was grabbed by the heart in front of her eyes.

Her mind is not moving too much anymore. She watched this heart beating slowly, one after another, and she really couldn't understand why she could see other people's hearts?

As soon as her legs became weak, she was hugged by him and walked up and down in the ruins for a while, and then he placed her on a soft bed.

He spread his long legs slightly, sitting slantingly beside her, raising his hand to pick up her Universe Bag, picking it up without asking, planing through it, and putting a small bottle of Tiaoyuandan in it. One finds it out, and it makes a chuckle of disgust in his mouth from time to time.

She thinks her universe bag is too messy.

Ning Qingqing was both distressed and unconvinced when he saw that he had emptied her family so indifferently.

She trembled and said: "Don't you have a cure for your wounds yourself?"

Why only stalk her wool?

He curled his lips slightly, lowered his head obliquely, and glanced at her slowly: "I have to bump three or five times a day. Wouldn't it be enough if you don't give you all the Tiaoyuan Pill?"

Ning Qingqing's vision shrank slightly, and her heart jumped slightly. This guy, speaking lightly and lazily, is so good-looking, it's almost murderous.

He took the Tiaoyuan Pill, pinched it between his slender fingers, glanced at her, pinched her chin with his left hand, parted her lips, crushed the pill with his right hand, and fed her to take it.

The nails hit her teeth lightly, making a crisp sound of jade colliding.

Although she was a little bit disgusted with the blood on his hands, the pill entered into her throat and immediately turned into a warm stream of heat, making her too comfortable to care about hygiene.

Besides, the cold white jade slender knuckles were stained with blood, just like the best blood jade. From the visual effect, it was not intolerable.

"You eat too," she was fed, "divide you one...no, two."

A smile flashed in his eyes, he threw two pills and took it, and then continued to crush them to feed her.

My fingers rubbed her lips from time to time, itchy, like being scratched by the flying catkins falling from a tree, and then scratched again.

She squinted her eyes and no longer needed him to pinch her chin, she would consciously open her mouth and wait for the feeding.

Just like in some temples, built in the middle of the pool, open mouths to accept the stone clams (frogs) thrown by the pilgrims to throw copper plates and broken silver.

He spoke lazily and slowly: "Tell you a secret."

Ning Qingqing didn't have much interest, she hummed perfunctorily, her eyes still looking at his hand that squeezed the Tiaoyuan Pill.

"There will be someone who will take away my bones and make me hurt." He lowered his long eyes, his tone was calm, and even the frequency of the heartbeat did not change at all. "I don't like any Xiyin goddess, but it's always Find this person. Find and kill."

When I said the last two words, the tone was light and cold, like a piece of ice and snow.

Ning Qingqing blinked, "Is it sent to Ruxue?"

He only smiled.

"A Qing," he smiled for a while, with a gentle voice, "I am very strong, far stronger than anyone thinks. Even if I get rid of the bones, I don’t have one of ten strengths, but I have such a trick. In the back, you can kill anyone with one blow. It depends on whether I want it or not."

The **** fingers stroked her cheek lightly.

His eyes were so deep and dark that she couldn't understand.

She looked confused, tilted her head, and fell into pretentious contemplation: "Oh... so amazing?"

Xie Wuwang laughed and turned the subject: "Do you know who Ji Ruxue's wife is?"

Ning Qingqing didn't have much interest, after all, that was a dead person a thousand years ago, and she didn't know him. All her impressions of Ji Ruxue were that of someone who was deliberately trying to kill Xie Wuwang, a goddess who looked like a Xiyin goddess, married to Huang Xiaoquan as a stand-in wife for his wife.

As for Ji Ruxue's wife, she is even more of a person who can't beat her.

But she is a friendly mushroom, even if she is not interested, she will not deliberately disappoint others. She blinked: "Who is it?"

"The goddess of Xiyin, Yuyao." Xie Wuwang's eyes were faint.

"Huh?!" Ning Qingqing was dying and sat up in shock, excited, almost jumped directly to the ground, "Who? Who is it?"

Xie Wujian stretched out a finger helplessly, touched her uninjured side of her collarbone, and pushed her back into the soft couch.

"After Yuyao left Yinzhisu, she followed Ji Ruxue." Xie Wulan said in a flat tone, "He died soon."

Ning Qingqing stunned and nodded: "Ji Ruxue is not even willing to throw her body away. I think she really loves her. No matter what, it's better than the sound of being confused with Lian Xuejiao, which made her sad. The trace."

If placed in the past, Xie Wuwang would disdain such love entanglements at all, and it would be impossible for him to open the mouth of Chrysostom. However, both of them were seriously injured today, so lazily leaning on a soft couch in the ruins, the atmosphere is completely different from the past, but it is very suitable to talk about some of them.

Xie Wuwang said casually: "Compared with Yin Zhi Su, Ji Ruxue is indeed stronger."

After squinting his eyes, he continued to say something very masculine and incomprehensible--"If I want to kill the soundtrack, I only need to send someone to do it. Killing like snow, it takes a little bit of attention, and it's indispensable. Do it yourself."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She lowered her eyes and decided to continue chatting with him across species.

"Yinzhi Susheng is beautiful." She recalled the man who was like a green lotus, "Like a big lotus that wanders beyond the sky. Ji Ruxue is too much like a woman...huh?"

She found something was wrong.

Ji Ruxue's wife is Yuyao, the goddess of Xiyin? Doesn't the husband and wife have the same face?

Xie Wuwang knew what she was wondering just by looking at her expression. He explained: "Ji Ruxue wears Yuyao's mask, and she doesn't look like that."

"Then what did he look like?" Ning Qingqing raised her eyebrows curiously.

Xie Wuwang frowned slightly, as if he didn't know how to describe it: "That's it."

Ning Qingqing rolled her eyes: "Does the Sutra of Sound look good?"

"Roughly the same."

Ning Qingqing was very dissatisfied with his perfunctory: "Do you look good then?"

"almost."

Ning Qingqing lowered the corners of her eyes: "How do you compare with the Futuzi?"

"It's not bad." He paused, "Fotuzi will never be able to cultivate into the body of a Taoist monarch."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

So why did she talk to a male about appearance?

"Xie Wuwang, you really deserve to have no daughter-in-law..."

Xie Wuwang blocked her mouth with Tiaoyuan Dan, and said, "The goddess of Xiyin in all dynasties wore masks. It was so mysterious."

Ning Qingqing blinked.

No wonder the statues of Xiyin goddess are all the same.

Xie Wuwang explained more: "The woman Zhang Tianbao found was not a natural look, but artificial manipulation."

Ning Qingqing stared at him blankly.

He lowered his eyelashes: "A Qing, I haven't touched anyone except you, and I won't be in the future."

In the faint black eyes, the line of sight condensed into substance, slowly falling on her body.

The voice was low and confusing: "A Qing, come back."

His eyes are burning, aggressive, and extremely oppressive.

She hesitated for a while, glanced at him tangledly, and said, "Actually...you don't need to tell me this, I don't care."

The corner of Xie Wuwang's eyes jumped plainly, and in the dark eyes that had always been calm, the pupils shrank slightly, and the breath disappeared.

"Really." He muttered.

Ning Qingqing pursed her lips: "I think of growing up in Qingcheng Mountain. I think of my master, senior brothers and sisters, as well as the yellow puppy and his dog legs. The yellow puppy said something to me, and I can guess that those in the paradox are all It's something you and I have experienced before, and I already know a rough idea."

She saw Xie Wuwang's heart, which was exposed between the broken breastbone, beating faster and faster, as if it was about to rush out of the chest cavity.

"But I just know." She bent her eyes, "It's like a dream, and I don't feel anything after waking up."

That memory seemed to be locked in a door. She didn't have the key to open the door and couldn't get in.

Even if I had empathized with that ‘Ning Qingqing’ in the paradox, I still couldn’t empathize with him.

She didn't complain about Xie Wuwang, she didn't hate Xie Wuwang, naturally, and she didn't love him.

She knew that she was a mushroom, a proud and confident mushroom.

Her eyebrows were crooked: "You don't have to have any burdens, and you don't need to think about how to make up for..."

"It's over there." Xie Wuwang interrupted her and stood up abruptly, "I'll take a look."

His injury was terrifying, even though his will was hard, his body trembling from the inside out could not be restrained.

He strode away, his back still tall and straight, the broken and sunken bones and the blood all over his body only added a little loneliness to the hero's figure.