On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

She hung her head, her cheeks hot.

With a slight force of his big hand, she lifted her up from the soft couch, walked around the desk, and fell into his firm and broad embrace.

The scorching breath fell on her ears, and his eyes made her heart palpitating. She glanced at him secretly, her eyes touched his thin and beautiful lips, and she hurriedly turned around, as if being scalded.

The husband and wife of three hundred years were not at all bored. Every time she got close, she seemed to be facing a newly-married prince, shy and at a loss.

She didn't know why she was so disappointed. This man, like a poison, kills her, and wants her to stop.

She clasped his fingers, and gently rubbed his skin with her fingertips unconsciously.

Today, the temperature on his body is not as hot as usual. It must have been worn too much while reshaping the sword bone for Master, and has not yet recovered.

She unconsciously clenched his hand, rubbed him with a soft palm, and whispered softly: "My husband has worked hard. I thanked him for my master."

He smiled and held the tip of her ear: "How can I repay me?"

The voice is slightly vague, low and seductive.

Small ripples spread to the whole body along the tips of her ears, her breathing became light and anxious, and her body leaned against him softly. She also doesn't know how to repay—with her body? She is so obsessed with him, every time she gets close to him, she feels like a sweetheart. How can she be rewarded if she loves him?

He watched her water-like changes in his eyes, his thin lips hooked slightly, and the tips of her ears were loosened, with a thick smile in his voice: "Madam is very fragrant. I like it."

I like it very much.

He grabbed her hands on the palm of his right hand, stroked her neck with his left hand, rubbed her twice, then controlled her strongly, forced her to raise her head, and kissed deeply between her lips and teeth.

Her heart was turned upside down.

He wanted to absorb her fragrance, not letting go of his breath, as if he was about to take her apart and eat it.

She was in a daze, her eyes blurred.

His movements are elegant but irresistible, and the thin lip line has taken advantage at this time, sealing all her retreats. When she was completely out of breath, he let her go for a while, and after lightly pecking her lower lip, he hugged her sideways and strode towards the bed.

A jade pear wood bench caught him in his steps, and he kicked it away with a hateful smile, inadvertently showing a bit of eagerness and despair.

It was the first time that she saw such a youthful spirit on his face, her heart trembled, she pursed the tingling lips that he kissed, and smiled secretly.

He caught her slightly narrow smile, laughed lowly, with a brutal curve at the corners of his lips, and said dumbly: "Laugh? You can cry."

She palpitated suddenly, and hurriedly hid her face in his arms.

On weekdays, he is measured, as long as she begs for mercy, he will let her go with a smile. But occasionally when he comes up with interest, he will deliberately spoil her, bullying her to cry.

Let her love and fear.

But he is rarely that way. He is the Jiuyan Jihuo Dao body, and if he is careless, it is easy to hurt her. To be sober and sensible at all times to take care of her is almost a goal.

In fact, thinking about it this way, Yun Shuimiao, who has a pure yin body of water, could provide him with reckless behavior. If he is with such a woman, he doesn't need to have any scruples. He suppressed the natural instincts for her.

Her heart was softer. When he pressed her into the bed, she bravely raised her moist eyes and said shyly, "My husband is free, I try not to cry."

He hissed softly, the darkness soaked through his eyes, and the smile on the corners of his lips was slightly out of control.

He leaned on his side, bowed his head and kissed, and leaned into the bottom of his clothes neatly to find out what is wrong.

She quivered slightly with tension, and kissed him back awkwardly, with her arms draped over his broad shoulders, as relaxed as possible.

After a long while, he retracted his hand, his thin lips rolled to the corners of her lips, and then to the auricle, deep and admired: "Nephrite jade is warm and fragrant, and the water is hibiscus."

Her cheeks flushed, and she glared at him with shame and anguish.

As the clothes were being unbuttoned, the bed bumped heavily.

Ning Qingqing frightened Xiao Xiao, and said in his heart that it was so fierce before it started, and it will definitely not end easily today.

She carefully raised her eyes to look at him, but saw that the dark tide in his black eyes receded instantly, her long eyes narrowed slightly, her breath quickly turned cold, and her whole person seemed to gradually melt between the heavens and the earth, ethereal and uncertain.

She knew that this was his posture preparing to fight.

Before he recovered, the bed was bumpy again.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard is like falling rain, with fragrant and delicate flower pieces floating down.

The air is full of violent and uneasy factors.

Xie Wuwang covered the skirt of her torn apart in front of her with one hand, his body leaped upside down, and disappeared at the door in a flash.

She realized that the ancient fierce beast in the evil-shielding hole had changed.

Over the years, although that fierce beast would hit the seal from time to time, it had never been so fierce.

Ning Qingqing's heart hung up in hindsight, and hung under her collarbone, ‘dumping’.

This is no small matter.

If the power of the human monk is used as a comparison, the strength of this ancient fierce beast is probably already in the eighth and ninth heavens, and it is only one step away from Daojun—there is no bottleneck in the advancement of the demon and the demon. The stage is a matter of course.

Once let it out of trouble, it will bring horror and catastrophe.

This beast can only be defeated by Xie Wuwang, but he can only seal and suppress it, unable to cut the grass and roots.

The bed shook again and again, Ning Qingqing got up, put on a heavy robe, and walked quickly to the large wooden platform behind the house.

Today, the moon is full, and under the clear moonlight, there is a dark tide surging in the darkness.

She let out her mind and swept away, it was Xie Wuwang's forbidden servant and all the generals in the seat to have come close. Without Xie Wuwang's order, no one dared to move, and everyone floated in the air on the cliff, nervously guarded.

"boom-"

After a huge shock, the waves of flames were tumbling, swept out of the seal at the entrance of the evil spirits cave, and the tongue of flames licked hundreds of feet away!

Ning Qingqing felt the planks under her feet shaking and shaking, and this ten-thousand-foot mountain seemed to collapse and collapse at any time. When the fire was surging, blazing flames snaked out from the entrance of the cave, and the spider web generally burst on the cliff!

The ground is shaking, the mountains are shaking, and the rocks are rolling. As the stones broke away from the cliff, they were scorched into lava by the terrifying high temperature. In another instant, the entire cliff wall was like a piece of iron burnt red, shining with blazing red light.

"boom-"

The terrifying flame wave rolled out again, this time, a huge flame mark protruded from the entrance of the cave, rumbling to a thousand feet away!

Half of the night sky was stained with flames, and the eyes were blood red, and no one dared to contend head-on wherever the fire wave passed.

Rumble like thunder, Wanren cliff seems to be placed in a melting pot. The enchantment of Yuli Garden shone with dim light, protecting the fairyland-like courtyard and the petite figures in the courtyard.

Outside the enchantment, the flames spread all over the sky and burned all over the sky.

As far as I can see, it is blazing flames. Although the small courtyard is protected by enchantment, the whole mountain is shaking violently at this moment. The small courtyard built on the cliff may fall into the sea of ​​flames with the collapsed mountain wall at any time! Although the fierce beast did not make a sound, the roaring flame of extinction was its mouthpiece for declaring war.

Ning Qingqing's breathing was stagnant, and his whole body was filled with cold fear. Such power is far beyond the reach of manpower.

The world has become a flame purgatory, she is just a little ant about to fall into the fire.

In the midst of the violent sky, a very low chuckle suddenly came out.

Gentle, cool and thin.

Ning Qingqing's heart palpitated, and after walking through the prestige, he found the figure that was extremely eye-catching at a glance.

A black robe stood quietly between the flames, facing him, even the ignorant flame waves did not consciously retreat.

With his long eyes down slightly, he casually raised a cold white hand from his wide sleeves.

"Set, wind, wave."

One word at a time.

With every word sounded, the flaming waves of teeth dancing claws and leaping thousands of feet were like a slap in the head, and rolled back faintly.

After the three words were uttered, the flames had already plunged into the evil-shielding hole.

"Dang Om—"

A flame imprint that was as solid as gold was placed on the entrance of the cave, and the sound of gold and stone hitting the boundless continent, shattering the clouds in the sky.

The next moment, the flames dissipated without a trace.

Ning Qingqing's breathing was slightly stagnant, her heart beating violently in her chest, and her whole body was tingling.

Covering hands to set the storm is really fascinating. This is her husband, the unique Taoist in the world!

"Daojun's supernatural powers are overwhelming, and Daofa can reach the sky!" The Tiansheng Palace department hanging outside the cliff shouted in unison.

The sound was heavy, beating the cliff wall like substance.

"Check," Xie Wuwang had a faint smile on his face, and his voice was gentle and gentle, "Within a thousand miles, those who behave suspiciously will be taken. Those who resist, will kill you without mercy."

"Compliance!"

A group of silhouettes swept down the cliff.

Immediately, there were dots of light streaming down the holy mountain like tidal water, spreading to the foot of the mountain while breathing. The subordinates of Tiansheng Palace were vigorous and vigorous, and when the order was issued, they instantly awakened the terrifying war machine.

There was a cold, sharp and low drink coming from everywhere, this night, it was doomed to be bloody.

Ning Qingqing stared blankly at the seal of the glowing hole.

Could it be that this ancient fierce beast's mutation could not be made by man?

When he was thinking, suddenly a muffled roar came out, a heavy blow in his heart. I saw a huge shock from the ‘boom’ behind the flame seal, and a huge eye floated from the gloomy hole and hung behind the seal.

The icy red giant eyes had a thin black vertical pupil standing in the middle.

The body outside the eyes was wrapped in a thick black mist, and there was no shape.

This beast eye looked at Xie Wuwang who was floating at the entrance of the cave indifferently.

Ning Qingqing's heart jumped twice.

This thing is so close to her.

During these three hundred years, although she would strengthen the seal from time to time, she had never had any contact with this ancient giant beast. Most of the time in the cave was a dead silence, and occasionally it rolled in the depths of the cave. Make a small crack in the seal.

She has always felt that it is not a threat until today.

She dare not imagine, if Xie Wuwang was not there today...

She looked at the tall figure.

Standing upright in general, without fear of flames and winds.

She fell in love with such a peerless hero.

Under Xie Wuwang's indifferent gaze, the ancient fierce beast slowly retracted its vertical pupils, and the thick fog spread over it, returning to the darkness.

Xie Wuwang swept his sleeves wide, and his figure disappeared in place, with a faint flame trail dragging it onto the Baiyu Mountain Road outside the courtyard. Ning Qingqing subconsciously crossed the courtyard planted with laurel trees and fell behind the door, ready to meet him.

But I saw a fat man standing in front of Xie Wuwang.

Front right, Futuzi.

"Dao Monarch," Futuzi bowed his salute, "the subordinates have made arrangements to take this opportunity to thoroughly cleanse the strange heart in the palace."

The tone was gentle, but Ning Qingqing heard a heavy smell of blood. She was stunned and turned around quietly, wanting to return to the house.

Xie Wuwang responded indifferently.

"There's one more thing..." Futuzi smiled, a little bit difficult: "Yun Shuimiao is still in the side hall of Qianyuan Hall, is it suspicious?"

Ning Qingqing stopped subconsciously.

Xie Wuwang's warm and smiling voice came: "My man."

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