On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

"Can't such a high-quality product be in the eyes of the Taoist? The Taoist is really affectionate and loyal to his wife!"

Ning Qingqing clasped her hands together and pressed her lips shyly, waiting for Xie Wuwang to speak.

He has been traveling for half a month, and she missed him, and missed his deep and magnetic voice.

Thinking that he might be confessing to her as soon as he opened his mouth, her heart seemed to be swept around with the tip of the furry grass, nervous and expectant.

Xie Wuwang smiled lightly.

His tone is very special, and when he smiles like this, he is gentle and cold.

He said: "Not so much."

Ning Qingqing's enthusiasm in her chest suddenly congealed on her throat.

She held her breath tightly.

"Kata." It should be Xie Wu who casually knocked the wine on the table.

"It's not right." His voice was calm and smiling.

Ning Qingqing took a light breath and told herself that, of course, it is impossible for a person like him to admit that he is afraid of his wife in front of so many people. He is the only Taoist monarch in the sky and the earth. Isn't it shameful? ?

"Oh?" The shrill male voice immediately came in interest, "This kind of boneless beauty is also not suitable, I don't know what you like? I Zhang Tianbao has no other skills, but I am good at searching for beauties! As long as you can tell the ugly yinmao, I will find a beautiful woman for Daojun!"

Ning Qingqing raised a smile. She believed that Xie Wuwang would go over it casually and divert the topic.

She raised her eyes and looked forward, as if she wanted to penetrate the wall with her eyes, staring at the tall figure.

His expression was slightly stagnant.

She found that the black wooden screen wall in front of her was extremely smooth, and the moonlight came in from behind, and her face was faintly reflected on the screen wall.

She saw that she smiled reluctantly and fragilely, like a flower branch that was touching.

The smile froze on his pale face.

Xie Wuwang's voice came over, with a little careless frivolousness: "What do you like? Xiyin Goddess is like that."

"Oh—" a kindly roar came from the front hall.

"Hey! It turns out that the Taoist is interested in the flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water!" The man with a shrill voice laughed while slapped his legs, "Those people among the gods, although only a few clay sculptures and poems are left now, But I can keep a glimpse of the leopard, and I will be a little bit peerless... Tut, okay! Give me Zhang Tianbao a little time, short as February, long as half a year, and I will be the Taoist to find a good person! But..."

He deliberately stopped talking.

Xie Wuwang said lazily with a smile: "Jiang Du Lingshan, it's easy to say."

"Thanks Daojun! Thank you Daojun!" Zhang Tianbao's voice immediately rose to the top for several degrees.

The sound of the front hall converged into a thin beam, penetrated into Ning Qingqing's mind, and hummed sharply and echoed. She grasped the clothes on her chest, turned around very slowly, and floated out of the apse like a wandering soul.

The body is very light, but a heart sinks several times more than usual, and it falls directly to the soles of the feet. Every step I took, it seemed that I was stepping on that untimely heart.

Walking on the Baiyu Road leading to Yuliyuan, she suddenly found that the top of the cliff was very windy and very cold.

The goddess of Xiyin had fallen for a thousand years, Ning Qingqing didn't know the true age of Xie Wuwang, or whether he and her had crossed.

When she used to stay at the friendly little sect of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, the senior brothers and sisters often joked that she looked a bit like the legendary goddess.

At that time she always squinted and smiled: "I don't have any flowers on my forehead!"

In all the statues and portraits, there is a flower on the forehead of the goddess of Xiyin. It is said that it is not a flower tin or a painted rouge, but a unique makeup given to a peerless beauty by God.

She used to have fun. After all, girls love beauty, and they are said to be the only beauties in the sky and the earth, and a girl is proud to be happy.

She never felt that there was anything wrong with looking like that goddess, until today.

Xie Wuwang, he...likes the goddess of Xiyin?

When she stumbled, Ning Qingqing hurriedly grabbed the jade railing beside her.

The internal injuries seemed to aggravate suddenly.

So Xie Wuwang fell in love with the little cultivator in her little sect, why is this?

Her scalp became numb and tight, her shoulders contracted unconsciously, her throat was dry, and her body shuddered.

Behind him, the black beast-like Qianyuan Hall resounded with the sound of silk and bamboo. The immortal monarchs were happy with each other, the bright moon hid in the clouds, the shadow of the giant hall was shrouded, and five fingers could not be seen on the mountain road.

Ning Qingqing didn't release her spiritual thoughts for night vision. She held the Yulan firmly like a straw for life, and moved step by step towards Yuli Garden.

The night was too strong, making her a little breathless.

Even if there is no moonlight, Yuli Fairywood itself will glow with a warm orange light. Looking over in the dark, there is a warm and warm atmosphere.

Like home.

She really regarded Yuliyuan as her family.

Ning Qingqing opened her mouth and felt tears rolling in her eyes.

She supported Yulan, slowly squatted down, buried her face in her knees, and cried silently.

The chest cavity was like a frozen boulder.

She shrunk herself into the smallest ball, as if doing so would make her suffer less.

I don't know how long it took, the lights in the Qianyuan Hall dimmed, and the voice stopped abruptly.

The feast was over.

A familiar breath came behind her, stopped there, and said nothing.

She could feel that he was leaning against the jade fence on the other side, looking from top to bottom, looking at her casually.

"Have you cried enough?" The nice voice looked extremely cold in the night breeze.

Ning Qingqing wiped away her tears, stood up and walked forward. Ignore him.

He chuckled lowly.

Every time he sent her to the peak of joy, he always smiled softly in her ears like this.

Physical memory suddenly struck, and Ning Qingqing's back trembled and froze in place.

"Why bother." His breath came over, a big hand wrapped around her shrunken shoulder, he slightly leaned over in her ear and whispered, "The wind is so strong, why don't you go back to the yard and wait for me? Distressed?"

He smiled again.

Although he didn't say it clearly, Ning Qingqing already understood what he meant-why bother, he wouldn't feel distressed.

The hand that held her shoulder tenderly seemed to hold her heart.

Cruelly, crushed and ravaged.

"I didn't." Ning Qingqing said dryly.

He said softly: "You know, no one can get close to me."

So he knew she was in the apse. He knew, but he didn't hesitate to say something like that in front of her. He could even say that he just told her.

The wiped tears came out again.

She was about to raise her sleeves to hide her face, but she was suddenly beaten up and hugged by him.

The figure flickered, passing through the Baizhang jade steps, and stepping into the main room of Yuliyuan.

The fairy wood glowed with warm light, and Ning Qingqing's embarrassment had nowhere to hide. She turned her head aside and saw two teardrops falling down, falling into two small splashes on the soft wooden floor.

Xie Wuwang put her on the bed and deceived herself.

Two fingers clamped her chin and turned her face to him. He is the Jiuyan Jihuo Dao body, his body is always hot, but when he is close, he has a unique cold fragrance that strikes people's soul.

Ning Qingqing's eyes closed tightly, her heart twitching aching.

"You passed." His voice was smiling, but she heard a deep coldness, "It's okay to be a baby, you shouldn't visit me."

Ning Qingqing opened her eyes suddenly.

Four pairs are opposite. In the vision blurred by tears, the man's face was dazzlingly beautiful.

For a long while.

"Are you saying I told you to come back early? Or go to Qianyuan Hall to find you? Or cry on the mountain road?" She watched his motionless look, and said with a trembling lips, "Or, both?"

His long, narrow and beautiful black eyes curled slightly: "Since you are a wise man, you won't do stupid things in the future. Why bother to make yourself sad."

After that, the thin lips hooked slightly and pressed down and kissed her.

Ning Qingqing was numb from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.

The unstoppable trembling spread from her lips and spread all over her body. She trembled uncontrollably, like fallen leaves trembling in the autumn wind.

After stopping her with her lips and continuing to speak, his kiss fell on her slender neck, a big hand came up, and she casually pulled her clothes off her shoulders.

Without waiting for her to react, her extremely handsome face suddenly turned downwards, holding her delicate and fragile, with a punitive bite on the tip of her teeth.

Ning Qingqing was shocked all over, her mind went blank.

When she was shocked and lost, he was like peeling an eggshell, with a sharp movement, ready to completely peel her from the thin cloud.

"Xie Wuwang!" Ning Qingqing gasped and spit out with difficulty, "I have injuries on my body, are you... still human!"

The voice trembled out of shape. He knew that she was hurt, but he ignored her and bullied her like this.

The grievances in my heart were like a tsunami, beating her chest one by one.

With a big hand, the teeth loosened, and the hot breath left her. The wind was blowing from the window, and her chest was aching violently ups and downs.

He slowly got up, smiled faintly, and pulled up her clothes little by little, hiding the seductive scenery.

"Am I a human?" He said coolly, "It's not good. It depends on the situation."

Condescendingly, he looked at her left and right, and then folded her clothes over his shoulders and folded them on his neck, so tight that no wind could enter.

Ning Qingqing stared at him, trying to look into his unpredictable heart through those bottomless dark pupils.

For a long while, in vain.

"The goddess of Xiyin...is it true?" she asked.

He colded his face, lowered his eyes and stood up: "It's enough."

Ning Qingqing watched his heavy and luxurious robe drag over the bed and dropped heavily to the ground.

The tremor and tremor that he brought just now has not subsided, her heart is numb, and it doesn't hurt, but the rustle keeps on, like a snowfall.

She looked at him blankly, her heart empty.

He walked outside, she didn't move, even her breathing was so light as to disappear. She felt that there was a thread that was as thin as a hairspring between him and her. As long as he continued to walk forward, the thread might be broken. The moment it broke, it should be very, very painful, but it hurts. After that, it may be relief.

She waited quietly.

He stopped moving forward. The figure paused for a moment, then turned back and glanced at her, then strode back, pressed onto the bed, and hugged her into his arms fiercely.

"Don't think about it." He ignored her faint struggle, and with a low voice of laughter, he pressed against her temples and coaxed her, "It has been more than three hundred years, and I only have you. Isn't that enough? A Qing, contented fun."

She shuddered slightly and stopped moving.

He was right. There are powerful people in the realm of cultivation, who are not Ji concubines in groups? A man who can do Xie Wuwang's step can count it with two hands, and the Taoists in the family are equal to their husbands.

She is different. She is just a small Nascent Soul monk with mediocre talent, and she has been stuck in the bottleneck of the promotion of the **** of transformation for many years. Between her and him, there are still three major realms of transformation, refining the void, and harmony. The Taoist cultivation becomes the Taoist monarch, he is alone in the sky and the earth. His Heavenly Sacred Palace is the head of the well-deserved fairy gate, with power all over the three realms.

She is not qualified to have an equal dialogue with him. It's impossible in this life.

There was a greyish mood in her eyes.

"Go to sleep, heal your wounds." His voice entangled her heart, dark and confusing, "I miss you."