On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Ning Qingqing looked at Xie Wuwang who was close at hand, her pupils contracted a little.

He hurt her unscrupulously in that way, then imprisoned her in the yard regardless of her will, and chilled her for half a month. At this moment, he could approach her like this casually.

She don't start, avoiding his hand on her lips.

He wasn't annoyed, that lost hand covered her hair very naturally, saying, "I am busy with business these few days, not deliberately neglecting you."

The other arm encircled her small and soft body, and she was trapped in a square inch, unable to escape.

She knew that she was the one who suffered a head-on with him.

Every time there was a quarrel, he would casually flick away. There was a great career waiting for him outside, so he would easily forget her, and wait until he was busy thinking of her for a while before he came back to take a look. If she has adjusted her emotions, he will'forget the past' and put his arms around her to soothe her tenderness. If she was still awkward, he would chill her for a while.

She will always be fine.

Once upon a time, she would always be fine.

She moved her lips, and the sadness in her heart surged, wet the corners of her eyes.

Seeing that she didn't mean to relax, his eyes were obviously colder, and he closed his hands, ready to leave.

The palm of the hand struck her body heavily.

The movement suddenly stopped, and she turned back in disbelief, and squeezed her jagged shoulder bone through her clothes.

In just half a month, she lost a lot of weight.

For the first time, she saw the clear irritability in his black eyes, although it was only a fleeting moment.

He lost his usual smile on his face, and told her calmly: "There are a lot of insiders in the palace. It is not safe to let you go outside. It is not trapping you."

She stared at the man in front of her who was fascinated by her, thinking in her heart: For him, it is indeed benevolence to explain and coax people with such patience.

Ridiculous? Not ridiculous.

In this world, no one can get such treatment. He is a Taoist monarch who stands on the pinnacle of the world and looks at all living beings. He is different from others.

She closed her eyes, nodded gently, and said: "I don't quarrel with you, I just want to ask you a few questions."

She was a little weak, and her voice sounded softer than usual.

He didn't seem to expect her attitude to be so soft, his eyebrows were raised slightly, and he nodded with a faint smile.

She pursed her lips and whispered, "How did you protect Yun Shuimiao when fighting with Jihuaizhou? Hold her waist and take her to walk around? Just like before, you pretended to be a low-level Monk, is it the same when taking me to avoid Huangyun Zongmen chasing and killing them?"

He was startled, his long brows frowned like ink, his eyes condensed, and he looked at her quietly without answering.

She seemed to have expected that he would not answer, and she continued to ask: "If Jihuaizhou really goes all out to fight you, what shall you do? You have just sealed the ancient fierce beast. If you do it again with all your strength, it will surely cause nine The flames of the flames rioted and the Dao body became unstable. In this case, Yun Shuimiao's water system furnace physique is a panacea for you, right? Now the dark tide is surging, you will take the risk to slowly recuperate, or with her …"

The voice is condensed.

She had prepared these words thousands of times in her heart, but the most unbearable one could not be said in the end.

His eyes froze into ice, but a smile appeared at the corners of his lips: "You must have trouble with me to this point because of what hasn't happened?"

"Nothing like this happened because I went to the square and deceived Jihuaizhou with Long Yao Ling." She looked at him directly, "My behavior was not what you expected. What if I didn't go? You tell me. I, keeping Yun Shuimiao, is it for a rainy day?"

Xie Wuwang's smile calmed down on his lips, like a flower frozen in the ice.

She pursed her lips, watching her broken and beautiful face reflected in his black eyes.

She stared at him sadly: "When you make any decision, my feelings are never within your consideration. Have you ever thought that I will be sad? You want to stab me in the past and then throw me If you leave it alone, will I be in pain and despair? You don't want to, and you don't need to think about it. In your opinion, I just need to stay quietly in the backyard and wait for your favor."

Speaking of this, there was a slight stalk in the throat, scene after scene in my mind, sour, sweet, and indulgent.

The trembling in the middle of the chest spread to the whole body, and he couldn't breathe.

She struggling to take a breath like a drowning person, and said to him with all her strength: "I'm very tired, you let me go back to Qingcheng Mountain and give me time to think about it, okay?"

She looked into his eyes.

Like that day, she did not find half-heartedness or movement in his eyes.

His pool is deep and there is no waves.

He spoke slowly with a cool and indifferent voice: "Is this the result of your calm?"

With the movement of his long eyelashes, his gaze darkened, and the corners of his delicate lips slowly turned into a smile.

Her cold and painful heart beats suddenly, and a thin cold sweat oozes from her back, shocking.

An unknown fear grabbed her. Xie Wuwang at this moment was terribly strange, with a cold, high-ranking coercion.

Her body trembled slightly unconsciously, and there was a fine clashing sound between her teeth. She finally knew why he always had a smile on his face, but others were so afraid of him.

She knew how angry he was moving. He chilled her for half a month, not to listen to her questioning.

She stared at him, her body instinctively afraid, but she didn't let her eyes evade the slightest.

She stubbornly asked him an answer with her eyes.

"Ning Qingqing." He read her full name slowly for the first time, "This battle is about the forces behind Huaizhou, who want to explore my bottom. Yun Shuimiao is just a pretext for arrogance. Because of this. This is a boring reason to make a tantrum with me, really, I don’t know the generality."

There was a tingling numb in the back of her head.

The heart sank to the bottom.

Yes, how can a small bird raised in the backyard understand the big things ahead? She didn't really set foot in his life at all. The things she cared about and valued were the most insignificant part of him. Love entanglements had no weight in his cold heart.

What he wanted was the flower on the cake, not the moldy spot that hated him.

Without knowing it, she actually lived into such an unbearable appearance.

She was slightly dizzy and dizzy, her thoughts scattered, and she remembered how she had just married Xie Wuwang.

At that time, she liked to watch him secretly in the Qianyuan Palace.

He sits high and is more powerful than the emperor.

The atmosphere is solemn and majestic, and the sense of oppression makes people unable to breathe even the atmosphere. She looked at him from a distance, with admiration and pride in her heart.

But she soon discovered that such a scene was incompatible with her. No matter how far she stands, she can always feel those murderous forbidden servants guarding and expelling her.

She ran to the temple, and it was indeed strange. Qianyuan Diansen was solemn, but she was delicate and delicate, and her presence nearby would only damage Daojun's prestige.

She also wants to practice diligently and stand shoulder to shoulder with him, but she is not a arrogant talent. She can only practice step by step, slowly accumulating spiritual energy bit by bit.

Soon she discovered that the gap between her and Xie Wuwang was like a moat. If she wanted to catch up with him, it would be completely idiotic. So she no longer insisted, but shifted all the focus of life to him. She took care of herself and the home according to his preferences, so that when he returned with the dust, he could be in this warm and peaceful little yard. Rest and stop.

She didn't understand the things he was doing outside, and she didn't even ask about it later. She only knew that he had a deep heart, let alone her, even those old foxes who had lived for a thousand years were not his opponents.

She sinks deeper and deeper, and finally, he becomes everything to her.

Up to now, she has lost herself and has become a person who lives for Xie Wuwang.

She actually never thought that she would really leave him. In her subconscious, the world without him is a dark sea of ​​tears and pain that will swallow her, leaving her dead without a place to bury her.

Quarreling and breaking up with him is just a fierce negotiation method. He had already seen it through.

Once you have seen it through, how can you take it seriously?

She stared at him in a daze, and said with a trembling voice: "I want to go back and live for a while. I said it before..."

She was cold and tired. She didn't want to be locked in this yard anymore. Even if she cried, only her own shadow knew. Here are his traces, his breath, memories related to him, and she will really collapse if she is kept here again.

His eyes calmed down a bit, and his icy momentum was also reduced.

"The purge in the palace has come to an end, the day after tomorrow, I will accompany you back the next day."

He started to coax her again.

Her eyes moved blankly. She has a pair of very beautiful eyes, black and white, clear and translucent, the tail of the eyes is slightly drooping, with some innocent and charming young girls, and she can't hide any emotions.

Her lips opened slightly, and with the throbbing pain in her chest, her petal-like delicate lips throbbed and trembled slightly, innocent and pitiful.

He looked at her, and his black eyes were soft and gentle.

"Can I go back in the future?" She blinked.

He seemed to be uncontrollable, chuckles, and put out his big hand and rubbed her head: "When did I lie to you? It's good to rest, I have something to deal with, and I will come back to pick you up in the morning."

"Yeah." She replied in a low voice, closed her eyes, and leaned on the soft pillow very obediently.

She no longer thinks about it. I will be able to return to Qingcheng Mountain in the day after tomorrow, thinking about this, a small bubble softened in my heart.

Xie Wuwang acted ruthlessly. When she was in confinement, she didn't even leave the sound transmission mirror to her. She has not spoken to the master until today.

I don't know how proud the old man should be after reshaping the sword bone.

She thought about the scene of meeting with the master and the others, and her mind went completely silent a little bit. Master often said that he had eaten more salt than she had eaten rice, maybe he could wake up the person in his dream...

In the next two days, Ning Qingqing couldn't stay in the house at all. She sat on the edge of the Yulimu promenade with her knees folded, counting the shadows of the sun inch by inch, and the broken stars one by one.

After the agreed time, Xie Wuwang didn't come back.

He has never missed an appointment.

The author has something to say:

When writing short-lived, I simply expressed my view of love, a good feeling, the two sides must be equal. This equivalence does not refer to identity, status, power, wealth, but spiritual independence and integrity. There is also a big difference in strength between You and Sang, but even without him, she would live a wonderful life alone, and she would not be afraid of losing, nor would she lose.

In this article, Ning Qingqing broke the card at the beginning. The mushroom is her cocoon, and she will grow in the cocoon until she breaks the cocoon and becomes a butterfly.

In fact, mushrooms are just a tool to make novels interesting. What I really want to express is how a girl learns to be independent, learn to love herself and others, and become a trustworthy and respected person. In this process, it is natural to harvest true love.

ps: Write this subject, the author is really difficult.

The little fairies called the crematorium in the early stage, and when the male lead was sent in, they started to feel sorry for him again within two or three chapters. They cried and urged to reconcile. This is the standard template for the review section of the crematorium chasing wives. La. If the author is silly with a hot mind, it is either Wen Beng or himself.

I carefully pondered these issues before I started the article, and then I found that... a wayward and ruthless scum like me, who only cares about herself, can hold it!

For writing, the most important thing is to be happy, write whatever you want. So, let’s urge, scold, sorrow and hi together, but what should the article be, what is it still like~~