On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Xie Wuwang changed into a black robe.

He remembered that when he brought her out of the boundary pond, she had clearly disliked his bloodstain.

He looked down at her.

After taking too much Tiaoyuan Pill, she was drunk.

There were two unhealthy blushes on her cheeks, her lips were abnormally red, and her slightly opened lips kept spitting out sweet and hot scents.

His mood is not very stable at the moment, but he should go.

There are too many things out there that need to be dealt with urgently.

He bends and hugs her, so that her small face is close to his chest, and a soft black silk hangs down his arms.

For a moment, he suddenly understood Ji Ruxue.

He couldn't understand before, why Ji Ruxue would touch those demons and keep his wife's body beside him at all costs.

Now I understand it roughly.

Looking down at the warm and soft woman in his arms, he knew that he would never allow her to leave.

No matter what form of departure.

He will find her back and take her home.

The cool wind blew across Ning Qingqing's cheeks.

A strand of hair floated between her slightly opened lips, she was very uncomfortable, and she raised her hand in a daze to pull it away.

"woke up?"

She opened her eyes and found herself lying in a broad and strong embrace.

Xie Wuwang's face was covered with light, and his expression was indistinguishable.

His bones are very good, even if there is only a shadow outline, he can see the beauty that is different from ordinary people.

Ning Mushroom, who judged people by appearance, couldn't help sighing faintly: "Yeah."

She rolled her eyes and looked around.

Suddenly, his mind shuddered.

The solemn and solemn steps of the huge Black Stone Temple do not reach the top or the bottom below.

On the left and right sides stood the gatekeepers of the Heavenly Sage Palace, all of them bowed their heads solemnly, and in silence, there was only the sound of Xie Wuzhu's footsteps, one step, one step.

Deng Ling extremely.

She made a profit and wanted to get down and walk by herself.

"Don't move." He muttered, "There is an injury."

The steps of the temple are vast, and the doormen on the left and right sides dare not release their spiritual thoughts, like rows of silent stone sculptures, unable to hear the two people talking, and dare not make any noises to disturb.

Because of the serious injury, Xie Wuwang's voice was a bit erratic, and with his footsteps, there were some low and pleasant breath sounds.

"On the day of the wedding, I should have held you up to these ten thousand-foot stone steps," he said slowly, his words and words were extremely textured, and he sank into his heart. "There is an emergency military situation from the front line of Wan Yao Pit, I will drop it You, go to the north to fight, and it will be half a month after you go. You won’t be annoyed when you come back to see you.

Ning Qingqing opened her mouth to speak, but he raised her index finger and gently pressed her lips.

"I said, you listen." He said.

Seeing that his voice is very nice, Ning Qingqing closed her mouth.

His face still bears light, adding a sense of mystery, and his low and sweet voice is like coming out of a dark abyss.

"I'm going out to fight, you hang your heart. As long as I return safely, you don't care about anything else." He smiled lowly, "If you don't mention holding you up the mountain, I took advantage of the omission of this- I am too lazy."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

"Remember?" He said, "The day when I return from victory, it will be you and my true wedding night. I am also the first time to marry a wife. In fact, I still think of you in my heart. Fighting and killing outside, I finally felt a little empty in my heart, a little worried. So that night, Meng Lang was a little bit more."

"I know it hurts you." Although he couldn't see his expression from the light, but listening to the voice brought bad intentions, "I deliberately wanted to watch you cry. I want to coax you. , Made you half crying, I know that you are ashamed to cry and you are deliberately bullying you. Qing, I am very bad, I only gave you one of these bad things in the past, and I will only give you one in the future."

She stared at him blankly.

This guy is really bad.

"The previous regrets, we will make up one by one." He gently moved her closer to make her lean more comfortably, "A Qing, from now on, where is it hurt or painful," Don’t bear it all by yourself, tell me, I like to hear you talk about pain, I like you to act like a baby at me. I like it very much.”

She pursed her lips.

The feeling in my heart is a bit complicated.

Those memories, like dots of ink, permeated into her blank mind, and became a whole piece of it.

She remembered everything, but between her and the past, there seemed to be a door. She intuitively told her that she needed a key to open the door and walk in.

She didn't know what kind of mood she should be at the moment if she entered that door.

Will you blame him? Will you hate him? Would you still like him?

She didn't want to escape the past. She is a brave mushroom, and she also wants to find her complete self.

It's just that a key is missing, she doesn't know what it is, or whether it will be on Xie Wuwang's body.

She blinked and looked at him.

His shadow gradually elongated on the long black stone steps, and the sun gradually sank, and she could see his deep and gloomy eyes.

Her gentle and obedient gaze made his body tremble slightly, and his heart beat for several beats.

If he could sink her into the abyss of pain, he would jump in and let her out. Unfortunately, the pain cannot be replaced, he can only stay with her.

There was blood oozing out of his chest, and for fear of her disgust, he burned it with extreme fire in time. The blood couldn't coagulate and scab, so it continued to flow. He didn't care, so he didn't take it slow and continued to walk to the top of the mountain step by step.

"That was the first time you played coquettishly at me, and it was the only time." His voice was very calm. "Actually, I came back and I just stepped into Yuli Garden. If you are lucky enough to have another chance in this life, no matter what. You knocked, touched, and got a headache. I will hold you in my arms for the first time, and hold you in my palm to cherish."

Ning Qingqing couldn't help but want to interrupt.

She moved her lips and blinked at him.

"You say. I'm listening." His calm voice was faintly unstable, and it seemed to suppress his mood.

He was a person killed in a sea of ​​blood. He didn't know what to fear in his life, but at this moment, his heart was slightly suspended.

He knew that at this moment, her dog couldn't spit out ivory, and it would be impossible to say what he liked to hear.

Ning Qingqing cleared her throat and said seriously: "Actually, after transmitting the voice to you that time, I ran to the back hall to look for you. I didn't want to act like a baby."

"Oh?" The voice was duller.

She went over the scenes in the memories, and then told her her conclusion: "I had a dream. I dreamed that because the sound transmission disturbed you and caused you to be injured by a sneak attack. After waking up from the scare, my heart was true. I was uneasy, so I went to you, just to make sure you were okay."

Her tone was very calm.

He knows her too well, he knows her at the time, and he decides not to be so indifferent as it is now.

Scared to wake up, uneasy, go to him.

When his mind was neutral, there was a picture. She got up in panic with injuries on her body. Before she could change her clothes soaked in cold sweat, she hurriedly followed the white jade steps to the top of the mountain, looking for him with anxious heart.

The results of it? He made her hurt and hurt her.

He still clearly remembers that when she came quietly to the back of the palace, her breathing was light and anxious. He didn't need to look, he also knew that her eyes were soft and soft, like a stream of clear water.

At that time, he was irritated because he was touched by her voice transmission. He happened to hear Zhang Tianbao's sentence, "The Taoist is really affectionate and loyal to his wife". Cold, said a lot of things that hurt her in order to cool down the relationship and make each other more awake.

The heart in his chest was so dull.

She treats him very well.

That kind of affection is not worthy of him.

His steps were slightly heavy, and his chest looked like a boulder fell.

Ning Mogu noticed that he was in grief, and comforted him kindly: "Don't be sad, it's all over! Look, you are hurting like this now, and your heart is about to fall out, and I won't feel distressed!"

Xie Wuwang: "..."

He grinds his teeth gently: "You are really, very good at comforting others."

She smiled modestly: "It's okay. I'm not particularly considerate."

For a long time, he was speechless.

Seeing the flying eaves of Qianyuan Hall appearing above the black stone steps, Xie Wuwang eased his breath: "A Qing, in the paradox, you once said that the Ning Qingqing who loved me died, let her stay on the big wooden platform. It ends there. I did not promise, and I will not promise. I will not leave you alone anywhere, I will find you and take you home."

The sun completely sank behind him, his outline became clearer, and his features were unspeakably delicate.

He looked down at her, his eyes deep, as if he was carrying a world.

His voice is not loud and his tone is not heavy, but it seems like a promise made by the world.

"A Qing," he said in a low voice, "Don't run away, come back, come back and tell me if you have anything to do. Punishment, compensation, whatever is good, come back and tell me."

Ning Qingqing is a very reasonable mushroom. She nodded gently and said, "I will not escape."

Xie Wuwang was invisible, but at this moment, there was still a flash of light in the black eyes.

His voice became muted a little, with some coaxing faintly: "Go back to your favorite big wooden platform, try to do it again, and find yourself, okay?"

Ning Qingqing was very cooperative: "Okay."

He raised his head and looked into the distance. There was a stuffy vibration in his chest, almost imperceptible.

The air inhaled in his lungs was tingling, one by one, stirring his unshakable heart.

It is clear that it is an arrow to return, but the footsteps are still steadfast.

As if carelessly.

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