On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

"my people."

Xie Wuwang's voice is always cold, but naturally with a smile.

Ning Qingqing's back was slightly stiff, and she took a long breath very slowly and slowly.

The monstrous flame waves had just raged across this ten thousand ren cliffs. The air was originally dry and hot, but for some reason, it was faintly cold when it was sucked into the viscera.

She could be sure that Xie Wuwang had never touched Yun Shuimiao, but when she heard him call that woman'his person' with such a gentle breeze, her heart still became a mass of cotton soaked in cold water. , Shen Shen fell in his cavity.

She didn't need to look at it to know that at this moment, Futuzi's eyes must be the same as those of the immortals in the hall that day, clearly and unspoken by men.

Yun Shuimiao is gifted with extraordinary talents, he is the best water attribute furnace cauldron physique, and Xie Wuwang's Jiuyanji Fire Dao body is made in heaven. Yun Shuimiao lives in Xie Wuwang’s Qianyuan Palace, and everyone will naturally think of some fragrant things—how could the Dao Monarch be guarded like a jade for the inexistent Taoist companion Ning Qingqing in the backyard, with such a good furnace tripod. Need not?

And Xie Wuwang, he didn't avoid the slightest...

Ning Qingqing's nose is slightly sour, and she calms down and suppresses her emotions.

She knew she shouldn't have grievances. Xie Wuwang had no reason to explain to others that he had no close relationship with that woman. With an identity like him, wouldn't it be very strange if he deliberately emphasized that there is only one woman around him?

She clenched her fingers tightly and told herself that it was nothing. Since Futuzi reminded him that the woman had been staying in Qianyuan Palace, he would definitely chase her away, just like two hundred years ago.

She tried to smile, but her heart couldn't restrain the sinking, and the corners of her mouth dropped.

This feeling of powerlessness had been deeply felt when she stood in the shadow of the apse that day and listened to the hustle and bustle of the front hall. No matter what Xie Wuwang said or did, she could only try her best to think in a good direction and in a direction that was beneficial to her--otherwise, what else could she do?

She couldn't shake his iron will and authority, she could only force herself to adapt to everything.

"Yes," Futuzi replied, "then let Yun Shuimiao live in the side hall? Why not arrange another place?"

Ning Qingqing's heart beat violently, she unconsciously erected all the cold hair on her body, and every inch of her skin was waiting for the night wind to send Xie Wuwang's voice.

‘Send her away, as far away as possible. She wringed her fingers and muttered carefully in her heart.

"No, just follow her." Xie Wuwang said indifferently.

There was a muffled noise in the chest cavity, Ning Qingqing's heart sank and kept sinking, her blood was cold, and she clearly felt the blood on her cheeks faded.

He actually kept people.

Did he forget about 200 years ago? He knew that she would not accept another woman beside him.

She absolutely does not believe that a man keeps a woman by her side, but never moves her. The days are so long and there are so many opportunities. As long as someone stays, it will be sooner or later to touch her.

Could it be that...this is the price he paid for reshaping the sword bone for the master?

Ning Qingqing seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, all over his body, nowhere was cold.

She suddenly discovered that it was actually very cold to stand barefoot on the black soft soil in the courtyard. The kind of chill that oozes down the heart of the foot and the old wounds that entangled in the chest made her throat feel sweet.

Xie Wuwang seemed to be in a good mood. He lazily asked, "Is there anything else?"

Futuzi laughed incomparably: "Hey, nothing, nothing! If you say that the king helped Qingcheng sword send Ning Tianxi to shape the sword bone, the lady must be very happy. Tonight is a good moon, and the couple are deeply in love. , This ignorant subordinate will retire and don't disturb Daojun!"

Xie Wuwang chuckled lightly and walked towards Yuli Garden with his feet up. He didn't teleport, and walked towards the courtyard one step at a time, as if he was enjoying the scenery along the way.

Ning Qingqing took two steps backwards and fled back into the house with a slight stagger.

Sitting back at the desk, he poured himself a glass of wine in a daze.

She squeezed the Yuzhan hard to prevent the calm liquor from shaking at all.

The air in the room seemed to be thinner. She breathed hard, still feeling tight and painful in her chest.

Looking around at the warm and warm Yulixian room, there is actually a sad and desolate feeling that some things are wrong.

Today, she prepared him full of tenderness and honey, the atmosphere is so good, so gentle, she has completely opened her heart for him, it should have been a night of fierce love.

Even if interrupted by the ancient fierce beast, his demeanor completely captured her heart and made her fall into a mess.

He is her husband, her hero, and the beloved she wants to entrust for life.

How could she be willing to believe that when she loved him the most, he wanted to hurt her like this?

Maybe, he... he just doesn't want to fall into the prestige and prestige of a big man before his subordinates, right? It's like he didn't want to admit in public that he didn't accept Miki for her, so he used the legendary goddess as an excuse.

She clenched the wine cup in her hand, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down.

She will not quarrel with him, she has to tell him well.

For a while, the sound of gentle and steady footsteps approached from behind, and the luxurious and heavy robe drew by her side. He settled beside her, and a big hand pressed her shoulder.

The wide sleeves fell heavily on her thin shoulders, so that she could hardly hold the wine cup in her hand. The calm wine shook, and the stars spilled on the ground.

"Madam waited a long time." His voice was a little soft, and it fell into his ears, endlessly gentle.

Half of her heart immediately turned into water.

She raised her eyes to look at him, and noticed that his face was gleaming and slightly blurred.

Amazed that there were tears in her eyes, she hurriedly lowered her head to cover up.

"Madam?" He squeezed her small, soft shoulders and looked down at her.

She raised her left hand and gently covered the back of his hand.

Compared with him, her fingers looked extremely slender and soft.

She quietly wiped away tears from the sleeves of her clothes, then took his hand, stood up, and slowly raised her head to look at him.

When looking at him from a distance, his imposing demeanor was extremely breathtaking. A close look like this was even more unbelievable. The Taoist monarch who was gazing at the sky actually gave birth to such a peerless face.

Those dark and cold long eyes are like whirlpools, and their minds fall into it, too easily to drown.

She was a little sad, the sadness soaked her sight sour, and she couldn't tear it apart on his face.

"Is your husband hurt?" she asked startledly.

"Why," his lips twitched slightly, "Thinking I was injured, you can escape today?"

Raising her big hand, she stroked the corner of her red eye.

The voice is deeper: "Don't cry."

Her heart suddenly flustered, thinking that he had discovered her secretly hiding here and weeping.

Her eyes flashed, touching his dark eyes and aggressive smile, she realized that he was talking about something else.

Earlier, she had leaned in his arms shyly and infinitely, and said to him, "My husband is free, I try not to cry."

She moved her lips, and a sense of righteousness filled her heart again.

He is looking forward to this night, and he wants to continue the interrupted charm.

The turmoil that had just been overwhelmingly seemed like a breeze, but in fact it must be dangerous and dangerous. The battle between masters always returns to the basics, in which the situation is changing and the mountains and the sea are being carried. Only the person involved knows how powerful it is.

For Xie Wuwang, it is a rare opportunity for him to let go of his peerless cultivation.

At this moment, he was in a state of turmoil after the war.

The hero returns triumphantly, looking at the beauty with his sword.

If he were to do his wish tonight, Meng Lang would definitely be much more than usual.

"Husband..." She lowered the emotion in her eyes, gently grabbed his sleeves, and shook it left and right, "I accidentally did something wrong."

"Huh?" He responded with a diffuse voice, and pulled her hair behind his ears, revealing white and small ears.

She said: "The demeanor of the talented husband shakes my heart. I can't help but think of welcoming my husband outside the courtyard, but I heard you talking to the Buddha."

"Well, it's okay." The tall body bent down slightly, tilted her head, ready to hold her earlobe.

"But I hate Yun Shuimiao." She raised her hands, took his handsome face, and turned him back to where she was, staring into his eyes, "I went to the top of the mountain that day, and she ran to me. In front of me, I flaunted his might, and deliberately said something specious to provoke my husband and me! I hate her!"

Time and time again, she has learned well, and she no longer confronts him head-on.

He himself is a very scheming person, and playing scheming in front of him is also seeking his own death.

So she spoke bluntly in a coquettish way.

She knew what he wanted at the moment, as long as he didn't go against his will, how much he would always indulge and coax her.

Sure enough, Xie Wuwang raised his hand and embraced her in his arms, protecting her like a jewel: "Madam was wronged?"

She shook her head, deliberately arching his sturdy body with her cheeks and hair.

She said in a low voice: "I won't lose my momentum. I put a cruel word in front of her... Husband, I know you don't bother to pay attention to her, but don't keep her close, okay? In that case, I will be cruel. The words became a joke."

Xie Wuwang smirked lowly, and replied casually: "Yeah."

He is cold, and doesn't care about a little Yun Shuimiao at all.

"Nafujun will let the Futuzi send her away at this moment." She raised her eyes and looked at him. Before his eyes turned cold, she immediately pursed her red lips and said, "I didn't even think of it without mentioning it. Like a stalk in the throat. If I have a grudge in my heart, how can my husband want to be happy?"

She knew that he would only tolerate her presumptuous and presumptuous only when he used his fragrant bait to suspend his appetite under this situation and circumstances.

If this matter is not resolved tonight, if anything goes wrong tomorrow, small things will easily turn into big things. Yun Shuimiao is not a peaceful person.

She didn't want to care about anything, as long as she sent people away, nothing happened.

She put her hands on his chest, pushed him imperiously, and told him to retreat to the side of the bed and sit down. She nestled in his arms, took the sound-transmitting mirror next to the pillow and handed it in front of him: "Please The husband ordered."

Yun's temples were slightly loose, and the thick robe she draped over also fell to the ground, exposing cloud gauze that was as thin as a cicada's wings.

He glanced at him Shen Shen, she pretended not to see his cold eyes, deliberately nudged him lightly, exhaled: "Husband... Husband is not curious, am I crying or not tonight?"

He closed his long eyes, let out a long breath, took over the sound transmission mirror, and said in a calm and indifferent tone: "Send Yun Shuimiao down the mountain."

"Comply!" Futuzi's reply was extremely fast, as fast as if he was doing nothing to stare at the sound transmission mirror and other news.

Xie Wuwang casually threw the sound transmission mirror aside, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and the sharp edge was hidden in his half-squinted black eyes: "Will you be happy?"

She lowered her eyes and smiled, clung to his shoulders, and let him press her into Yunsi quilt severely.

She closed her eyes gently, hiding all her thoughts.

happy? unhappy.

This is not what she is. Loving someone shouldn’t be like this. But this is what a smart and weak woman should look like in front of a powerful husband.

Maybe not too skilled, but she has roughly mastered the essentials.

Israel cares for people, greets each other with melody, and whitewashes peace.

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Probe into the brain mushrooms: Qingqing has been upgraded, I don't seem to be any dangerous Yazi! Happy.jpg