On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Xie Wuwang's pupils trembled slightly.

The lost wooden platform, the word ‘Li’ in the hand, the piles of pieces, all seem to be the most malicious mockery of fate.

He looked down, looking at her inch by inch.

The body is so small and soft, the black hair is fluffy and supple, the snowy neck is long, and the face is beautiful and harmless. Under the collarbone, which rises and falls gently with breathing, is an extremely charming figure.

Everywhere is his favorite appearance.

She once gave him unreserved tenderness and affection, and sent a sincere heart and all her passion to him. She is actually not greedy. She guards this yard, practicing alone, watching the sun rise and the moon set alone, waiting for him day after day.

Every time he returns with the dust, she will infect him with the joy that overflows from the bottom of her heart, and wash him away all the wind, frost and fatigue. Her little hands are always warm and soft, keeping everything in order.

She is the one who has been like a day for three hundred years.

She deserves the best of everything.

Regrettably, he personally ruined the best chance of his life. With trembling fingers, he only held a "li".

The beautiful body in his arms at this moment is the most beautiful dream and the most deadly poison.

Reason tells him that his Ah Qing will never come back, and he can only walk alone in the future.

The word in the hand is the motto of fate.

If he kills her with his hands at this moment, he will be impeccable from then on, stepping through the void and becoming a **** is just around the corner.

He will quell all demons in the world and become a heartless deity, the master of the ultimate rules.

This is the ultimate pursuit of every cultivator, and it is the true supreme great way.

Leave.

Sever.

His body shook slightly, holding a half sheet of rice paper in his hand, sometimes cold, sometimes hot.

Crimson's vision is faintly blurred, looking at her like this, looking at her like a flower in the mist, it is more beautiful.

Ning Qingqing didn't even look at the rice paper in Xie Wuwang's hand.

She is worrying about her big wooden key.

Mushrooms are not impatient, they have a gentle personality, but they must have a strong obsessive tendency in some aspects. For example, you have to keep everything you can see neatly. For example, if you find a goal in front of you, you must complete it.

It is these characteristics that allow them to survive firmly and orderly in the harshest environment.

Right now, the most likely thing Ning Qingqing can think of is the key, which is the big wooden platform she likes.

It's such a big wooden platform, and it's gone if you don't.

She was also very depressed, but Xie Wuwang was more depressed than she was, and she could only cheer up to appease her.

Mushroom Heart is very tired.

In her mind, there is no concept of ‘finding someone else to fix the wooden platform’. She will only find a way for everything-since Xie Wuwang is not very useful, she can only rely on her.

She recalled the appearance of the big wooden platform.

She has to get it back!

One by one wooden strips, densely and neatly suspended in the air... what makes them connected? What keeps them from falling under the cliff? What makes them able to hold Xie Wuwang's heavy body?

After thinking for a while, Ning Qingqing's mind became a mess.

The corners of her eyes drooped lower and lower, and even her shoulders were drooped, her arms drooped dejectedly, and she turned her head to look at Xie Wuwang: "That wood..."

I saw him quickly squeeze the rice paper in his hand, not letting her see it.

Ning Qingqing: "?" What is he doing?

"A Qing," his smile was a little strange, his voice was strangely dumb, and he choked his heartstrings at every word. "Suddenly remembered that I never personally wrote you a marriage letter."

He led her to the window couch.

Ning Qingqing: "???"

She couldn't understand Xie Wuwang at all.

It's really unsatisfactory to leave such a big wooden platform to not repair it or to care about any injuries. What kind of marriage certificate does she use? This kind of thing doesn't sound like a key.

He helped her sit on the soft couch, intimately moved a large back pillow behind her, then bowed down and picked up the pen and ink from the ground.

During the action, it was quite bleak and bleak.

She looked at him sadly.

With wide sleeves dangling over the long table, a piece of white rice paper slowly spread out.

Xie Wuwang hung his head slightly, his expression disappeared from the inattentiveness of the past, his delicate thin lips were slightly tightened, and the corners of his lips were slightly downward, bending a resolute and serious arc.

His long eyes were half-closed, and his eyelashes cast a beautiful shadow.

Throw a ray of flames from the fingertips and fall into the inkstone.

The burning ink turned into a light golden red color, and he rolled his sleeves with gentle movements.

The fingers of the pen are more slender, and the distinct joints are firm and powerful.

The pen, the handwriting is chic and vigorous.

He wrote like this--

Xie Wuwang

Ning Qingqing

To tie the knot

She stared blankly at the simple words on the rice paper.

I have to say that Xie Wuwang's words are really good-looking, and the words are just like his own. This is true.

Seeing his writing, she couldn't help being attracted, her gaze stuck to the tip of the pen, flowing along with his movement on the snow-white rice paper.

When he put down the Yuli wood pen, she couldn't help but stretch out her hand, wanting to take this strange "marriage letter" in front of her and take a closer look.

He pressed his hand.

Across the long table, his big hand covered her little hand. His hands were dry and hot, with large palms and long knuckles, like a mountain or a bottomless abyss, so he swallowed her hands completely.

He leaned on the desk, raised his eyebrows slightly, half-squinted his eyes, and the corners of his lips made a frivolous arc: "Want? Then come back."

After all, he ruthlessly took away the marriage certificate and put it into his sleeve, as if letting her see it more, he suffered a great loss.

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She blinked innocently, her eyes drilled into his wide cuffs, and she said in her heart: He must not bleed any more, otherwise it will stain those nice words.

He slowly got up and walked around the desk.

The tall and unruly body shook a little, and the shadow was heavy, she looked up, unable to see his expression.

He stared at her for a moment, bent and hugged her horizontally, crossed the mess, went straight to the bed, and gently put her into the soft Yunsi quilt.

Her body is very soft, like a cloud falling between the bed.

He deceived himself and lay on his side beside her.

Ning Qingqing found that Xie Wuwang was a little bit wrong.

He slowly said: "Cure the injury, fix the wooden platform, and you will come back."

His eyes were a little dazed, and under his fluttering eyes, there was a dark light that was inexplicable, and he intuitively told Ning Qingqing that it was dangerous—what if he didn't come back? If the wooden platform is repaired, she still hasn't recovered her memory. Is he going to do something terrible to her?

She blinked harmlessly: "Heal the wound first."

"Yeah." His chest trembles slightly, and his smile falls short of his eyes.

He raised his index finger.

A ray of bright flame was raised on the slender fingertips.

Once Ning Qingqing was bitten by a snake, he was afraid of well ropes for ten years. Seeing this ray of flame, he immediately recalled the last time he used the "element fire to eliminate mushrooms".

She rolled over to the back of the bed, closing her eyes and yelling: "Did you forget it again! What you did will catch fire!"

Arms as hard as iron hugged her from behind.

She was caught back and locked in front of her firmly.

Her soft back pressed tightly against his strong chest, and he lowered his head, his teeth almost caught her eartips.

Accompanied by heat and cold fragrance, a low and dumb voice sounded against the ears.

"trust me."

Homura's fingers were pointed to her forehead.

Ning Qingqing: "...The mushroom's life is over!"

My forehead was hot, and another pain.

She closed her eyes tightly, her delicate brow furrowed, like a small wave, gently arching his fingertips.

There is an illusion of stealing incense and jade.

He suddenly remembered that he had been unable to get close to her for many days. I don't know when, when he thinks of her, he no longer only cares about the tenderness of those beds.

He just wanted to treat her well and hold her in his palms, but he didn't know if he still had a chance.

He sighed and used public for personal gain to hold her tighter in his arms.

In the next instant, Ning Qingqing's spirit was forcibly pulled into the House of Consciousness.

She saw a ray of bright flame hanging beside the mushroom, faintly condensed into Xie Wuwang's appearance.

His good looks are still very eye-catching from the inside to the outside, turning into a flame outline.

He slowly raised his flame finger and pointed at her the most beautiful mushroom.

Ning Mushroom: "?!"

There was a deep spirit in the flames, and his voice was extremely gentle, and he spoke quietly.

When she relaxed slightly, that cluster of flames swept up and swallowed the mushrooms!

She seemed to have fallen into a furnace, and the terrifying heat wave penetrated every part of the soul. She was caught off guard and wanted to scream, but she couldn't make any sound.

He is still coaxing her.

Extremely gentle. The sentence is unclear, but the extreme warmth is pervasive, accompanying with the burning pain, and occupying all her souls powerfully.

He coaxed her patiently and comforted her little by little.

Ning Qingqing was in a daze to understand what the situation was - he was roasting the mushrooms, while roasting them, sprinkling the fragrant spices on the mushrooms.

The enlightened Ning Qingqing successfully fainted.

When she left her house of consciousness, Xie Wuwang's eyes were dimmed, and he couldn't recover for a long while.

He gasped for dozens of long, slowly turning his eyes, staring at her unconscious little face.

Her cheeks are already slightly flushed.

He spent a lot of vitality, helping her to completely integrate Nirvana.

"A Qing," his fingers became cold for the first time, like a snake, gently crawling across her cheeks, "I'm afraid you are too weak and can't bear the aisle bone, so I will help you and lay the foundation for you. . If by then, you and I don’t owe each other, I won’t be merciful."

He smiled softly, grinning badly.