On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Ning Qingqing was a little suspicious.

She always felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell.

There is no doubt that her painting skills have successfully restored the original big wooden platform.

Xie Wuwang wanted to construct according to the pattern she drew, and there was no problem.

A fan of the authorities, he needs her to be a supervisor, keeping an eye on the position of each board, so as not to be too far from the slightest difference. This is also correct.

What's wrong with that?

His arms encircled her forcefully, allowing her soft back to cling to his sturdy body, preventing her from falling off the cliff. His temperature seeps through the clothes, and the warmth makes her a little lazy. When he swept in and out to fetch the planks, the mountain breeze blew on her face, causing her to subconsciously lean on him and draw more temperature from him.

For every two or three boards installed, he would always take her farther, lower his head, rub his chin against her sideburn, carefully compare the patterns in her hand, and then ask her for advice.

His voice is very nice. These days are always severely injured, and my throat has been dumb. Today I wake up from the pranayama, but my voice is clear and clear, and the ending sound has some just waking up idleness, a little loose and slow.

She turned her head to look at him, and saw that his eyes were cold and his expression was serious.

His movements were meticulous, inserting the planks back one by one, replacing only half of the remaining wood.

The big wooden platform is restored a little bit, spread out densely and neatly, like mycelium, very natural beauty.

The only thing wrong...about his taste.

When he leaned over to speak, the aggressive Leng Xiang on his body would continue to attack her. It feels like a dangerous predator wandering slowly near the prey, and may attack suddenly at any time, grabbing the opponent's throat.

Every time she looked slightly awkward and turned her head to look at him, she found that he had no intention of attacking at all, but was building the big wooden platform in front of her with extreme concentration.

The lower jaw was slightly tightened, and his dark eyes became more cold and deep, and they shone with a serious light.

The slender fingers fell on the pattern in her hand from time to time, and brushed neatly, leaving a small ripple.

Males who concentrate on nesting always have a strange charm.

very nice.

Ning Qingqing thought quietly: ‘Xie Wuwang, it really looks like a beautiful bird! ’

Male birds always use their gorgeous feathers to attract the attention of female birds, use their beautiful singing voice to catch their wandering thoughts, and then use their strong nests to completely capture their soft hearts. From then on, they will multiply together and take care of their cubs together. Maintain their common nest.

If a guy like Xie Wuwang is a bird, it must be the most popular bird among females.

Birds are usually devoted to their partners. Xie Wuwang is actually like this, but he didn't say it before, causing her to misunderstand her feelings, until she became discouraged and buried herself, but now she can't find it.

She blinked and turned her head to look at his profile.

The perfect, jade-like neat and deserted lines make it easy to deceive a heart and hurt a heart.

When she was thinking about it, Xie Wuwang led her to the wooden platform where the small half was built, grabbed a few discarded broken logs, and simply made a fence and enclosed her inside.

Ning Qingqing: "..." Does this guy read his mind? Yes or no? She just thought of the lair when he came out like this.

"Don't be lazy. Take a good look." He glanced at her lightly, as if condemning her for always looking at him distractedly.

"……Oh."

She shook her two slender legs.

Here is the top of the cliff of Wanzhang Mountain, and the flowing clouds are like cool silk ribbons, touching her one by one.

She stirred up small cloud vortices and watched them collide with each other and float away.

Without her "cumbersome" in his arms, Xie Wuwang's movements became more agile, wide sleeves tracing the arc of the aisle, and the planks stretched neatly and densely toward the distance. With the sound of a dull and stable wood collision, the outline quickly became Most of it came out.

"Hey, Xie Wuwang." Ning Qingqing stretched his tone and shouted leisurely, "How can you do everything--"

He didn't look back, because he was focusing on doing things, and he answered casually: "In the past, there were too many people who wanted to kill me, and everything could only be done by himself."

Ning Qingqing was startled.

She pulled back in the memory for a while, and found that Xie Wuwang did do everything, but she couldn't find one thing he didn't know.

The dishes she cooked were all taught her when he was in good spirits. He can kill people, consult pulses, gather medicine and refine alchemy, and make swords by himself. Looking at the situation today... and build houses.

She raised her voice and asked, "You built Yuli Garden?"

"Um."

There was a slight pause in his movements. At the beginning, I built this yard by myself, not only to prevent the slight movement of hands and feet, but also because she squinted and shook her head lazily and shook her head when she talked about the yard she wanted was really cute.

Hearing her slow voice, he gradually had the outline of the yard in his mind, and then the appearance of her figure dangling on the corridors, courtyards, rooms, and wooden platforms. He knew that she wanted What is it.

With a small nest, I really don't want others to get involved, and they can't build a yard that suits her.

At this moment, the big wooden platform is restored little by little, but it feels a bit of returning to the old days.

His eyes moved slightly, and a real smile floated on the corners of his lips.

Her long drag interrupted his thoughts--

"Liar~zi~"

He looked back and saw that she had stood up with the simple small fence, her face crumpled fiercely.

"You don't need my drawings at all! You big liar!"

Xie Wuwang, who was exposed, had no guilty conscience.

He raised his left eyebrow slightly and smiled lightly at her, the smile was quite magnificent.

Then he went on to take his wooden platform.

Ning Qingqing: "..."

This guy, with his black heart and thick skin, is unique in the world.

Ning Qingqing stared at the nonchalant back and couldn't help but admire.

Soon, he built the bottom of the entire wooden platform.

He slid in front of her, grabbed her slender waist with his big hands, like moving a small statue, lifted her up and placed it on the front roof.

"Get in the way."

Without waiting for her to stare at him, he fluttered back to the big wooden platform and began to make those fences.

Ning Qingqing had discovered in the past that such a valuable yard does not have elaborate and complicated carving patterns, and occasionally a few decorative textures are very casual, as if they were carved on when they got interested.

The knifeman is simple and vicissitudes, and...rude.

At the moment when he saw Xie Wuwang sacrifice Long Yao again, Ning Qingqing understood.

Such a fierce sword, epee, and blunt sword, he carried the carved wooden fence, and deduced what it means to kill a chicken with a sledgehammer.

She watched his figure appear everywhere on the wooden platform.

This Xie Wuwang has a kind of free and easy action that no one else has. It seemed that he could let go at any time, and it seemed that he could fall into the abyss at any time.

Fierce and ruthless, hypocritical and gentle.

It's all him.

Ning Qingqing held his cheeks, staring at him in a daze.

These wooden fences took a lot of effort, and he was able to restore the left side as before until the sky was replaced with stars.

"Can you do it all night? Can you do it physically?" she asked hesitantly.

Pretending to persuade him to rest, in fact, he was anxious to find the "key" and wanted to let him rush to work all night, so he asked reluctantly.

She felt that there was nothing wrong with her words, but for some reason, she caused him to lower her head and let out a low laugh.

After a long while, he smirked and replied solemnly: "It's easy."

"Then you can get the sun tomorrow!" Ning Qingqing raised her head and looked east, bending her eyes happily.

Listening to the rhythmic sound of cutting wood below, she gradually nodded her head.

The body fell down.

Before waking up, his forehead touched a hard object in time.

Her head was tilted on his chest, and he carefully supported her soft body, making her nest in a comfortable position.

He embraced her and continued to deal with the wooden fence one by one.

Sturdy, smooth, without leaving a trace of burrs. Because she said that she would lie down everywhere in this courtyard.

He looked down at her sleeping face.

At that time, he actually wanted to take good care of her.

I don't want her to be stabbed, I want her to smile sweetly every day and roll around wantonly.

He was interested in her for the first time, and wanted to see her in Qingcheng Mountain with his own eyes, because her temperament was so fresh. He read all the rigid and stable information from the hermit guards all his life. A sly and smart, pure and bright little woman. Her pretense, her head downcast, her weird tricks, and the lazy temper of fighting for a day and then going down for ten days, making excuses not to practice swords.

When he saw her for the first time, she squatted in the treetops, threw one after another in front of the Huang Yunzong monk who was in Ding, and blew up.

At that moment, it was as if the woman on paper came out and appeared before his eyes. A light fell between the shadows of the trees, shining on her.

She was doing bad things on her hands, but her face was more innocent than anyone else.

Huang Xiaoquan is right, this snake is very deceptive.

She was destined to take away his bones, but she was able to sleep in his arms so dependently and harmlessly, knowing it was poison, but she couldn't help drinking poison to quench his thirst.

When Ning Qingqing woke up, the sky was already bright.

She was in a daze for a while, not understanding what was going on.

She lay in Xie Wuwang's arms, and he embraced her and sat on the edge of the wooden table.

When her gaze fell on his face, he suddenly came to life like a jade statue, his eyelids lightly lifted, holding the dragon Yao in his right hand, cutting out the last bamboo leaf pattern, connecting the patterns on the top and bottom of the wooden fence. .

"Aqing woke up at the right time." He retracted his sword, his voice lazily, "Just in time to finish work."

She rolled her eyes slowly.

is not that right? The sawdust on the last wooden fence is still there.

He helped her to stand up, and slowly held her shoulder with some fine wood dust fingers, and turned her to the neat and beautiful wooden table in the sun.

He leaned behind her, his tall body leaned down slightly, his breath leaning against her ears.

He said: "Say it's good to repair the wooden platform together? Who is a liar, eh?"

The voice is warm and deep, with a magnetic texture, falling into the heart of the lake.

She shrank her shoulders unconsciously.

He turned her back.

"I used your drawings to make you a supervisor because I didn't want you to say anything, little liar."

He raised his eyebrows lazily, with a casual and frivolous tone.

One word at a time: "Why do you think I am taking advantage of you?"

Ning Qingqing: "..."

This Xie Wuwang is really terrible.

He must be the most despicable, shameless and rascal guy in the world.