On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Ning Qingqing did not consider the problem after the spore cloud mist was sprayed out.

Listening to Xie Wuwang's words like this, she couldn't help flashing her eyes with a guilty conscience.

To be honest, she has always had a simple idea about the reproduction of spores, that is, she only cares about being refreshed.

As for the future of those spores...I never thought about it, really never thought about it.

However, now that she has been infected with the human way of thinking, she has to think, if those tens of thousands of spores, one by one will grow into human-shaped baby mushrooms...

She must not be able to feed them!

She knows this, she has.

Her arrogance dropped completely, raised her eyes, and glanced at Xie Wuwang softly: "You will help me take care of them, right?"

Xie Wuwang's smile was more gentle than the spring breeze: "A Qing's child, I take it as my own. I will never let them die unexpectedly in two days, and I will not deliberately teach them to bend them to make you regret that you did not.

The threat should not be too obvious.

Ning Qingqing jumped: "...Thank Wuwang!"

"Huh?" He smiled and raised his eyebrows to look at her.

She flopped twice in his arms and found that this guy had secretly imprisoned her with his arms sometime.

Long arms that looked lazy, but like iron hoops, made it difficult for her to even turn her body.

Afterwards, she realized that her soft body was completely nestled in front of him. Although he is thin, his chest is still hard and strong, accompanied by heavy breathing, the upright and handsome man has a full sense of existence.

The atmosphere quietly changed.

His cold fragrance and her soft sweet fragrance dipped into one place, floating between him and her, like a warm river, rushing to the heart.

He spoke unhurriedly: "A Qing, really don't plan to tie me on board?"

A deep and pleasant voice fell on her.

The heart beats ‘thumping’, and the surrounding air doesn’t seem to be enough.

In fact, she also knew that with the spores of Xie Wuwang's Yuanhuo, there would be no disadvantage.

He is hard, strong, and fierce. He has the unmatched willpower of ordinary people. Combining with him can just make up for her slenderness and softness.

That kind of spore will be the most perfect spore.

He tilted his head down, his thin lips opened slightly, and his movements were extremely slow and slow, giving her enough opportunity to refuse.

The tip of the nose touched the tip of the nose.

"For...for the common people..." The mushroom stumbled, "Also, it's not impossible to try with you..."

He laughed low, his voice seemed better than ever.

Her breath is full of the cold fragrance that belongs to him alone, being held in his arms is like being surrounded by the whole world.

As if every strand of hair has been attacked.

"A Qing." His lips touched hers, and his voice was low and gentle, "Before you get used to it, you don't need to hold the Buddha's feet temporarily."

Ning Qingqing opened her eyes slightly, and subconsciously wanted to refute.

How can this kind of thing be called a cramming?

As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked him to come in.

Strong and gentle, skillful.

Xie Wuwang, this person, really acted completely different from others. Last time in the cold winter of Medicine Master Lotus Realm, he had clearly realized that his previous familiarity and habits would evoke her sad memories and make her feel uncomfortable. Today she can only accept him who is jerky and unfamiliar. But if he had another chance today, he did not hesitate to reproduce the old scene.

A big hand clasped the back of her head, and between the movements, it was all the most used intimacy gestures.

He was at ease, and when his thin lips moved to the corners of her lips, he smiled and asked, "Do you like it?"

The ending sound is still there, he has tossed and kissed, no need for her to answer.

Before her breathing was messy, he was completely snatched away. His breath was pervasive, filling her heart and soul, like a poisonous flower branch, growing wantonly on her. For three hundred years, he left her too deep a mark, and she remembered him everywhere.

He stirred her heartstrings.

When she was emotional, her body trembled once again unconsciously, her shoulders curled up, sourness and sadness surged in her heart, crossing the nasal cavity, straight into the eyes.

He didn't seem to notice her sudden stiffness.

After sucking like a cloud, he later realized a low voice: "Huh?"

She thought aggrievedly-what is he pretending to be stupid?

Separate lips.

Her teeth trembled and her eyes swayed gently. She is clearly no longer entangled in the past, but those marks still remain on her body, and it hurts when she touches it.

"Why the mouth is salty." He stepped back, peering at her lips unclearly, with hesitation, "...is it tears?"

His beautiful long eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his gaze came from her lips, slowly moving towards her small and pretty nose.

She was stunned for a moment, looked at his expression, and recalled what he meant. She couldn't help but burst into laughter, and the two tears that were about to shed turned into small splashes of water.

The sourness in the heart is gone.

"That's not necessarily—" She stretched her voice, bending her eyes and lips.

When I laughed, I washed away the haze in my heart.

She found that he didn't know when she secretly clasped her five fingers.

He is holding her, taking her out of the shadows of the past. Perceiving this, her heart bounced gently in her chest, overflowing with a thin, sweet warm current.

She also took a brave step, gently touched the skin of the back of his hand with her soft fingertips, and held his fingers back.

She was pretty sure that she still liked him.

It's just that she will never put a hot heart into his hands like she did when she was a teenager.

Thinking like this, she sighed softly and leaned her head on his strong chest.

It's a pity that the two most sincere hearts, after all, missed the time.

"Don't think too much," his chest shook, and a low-magnetic, gentle voice came from above his head, "I am satisfied and have no regrets."

She slowly raised her head and glanced at him.

"Oh."

This guy always knew what she was thinking like he knew how to read mind.

She rolled her eyes, her lips curled hard, determined not to show the expressions that made him see through.

As everyone knows, a pair of clear black and white eyes have completely sold her thoughts.

Xie Wuwang laughed, embraced her, and swept straight towards the lush valley.

Slightly closer to Yaowang Valley, Ning Qingqing couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly, looking at the scene in the valley in surprise.

The medicine king valley is still filled with lotus fragrance and clear mist. Under the cover of the mist, large patches of white and red are intertwined with the green and green of the vegetation, showing a little weirdness.

Landing at the gate of the mountain, Ning Qingqing saw the colors clearly.

The white ones are funeral banners, but the red ones are Ximan.

In some places, the funeral banners are pressing down on the funeral banners, and in some places, the funeral banners are overshadowed by the funeral banners, like a silent fight.

I knew something was wrong by looking at it.

Xie Wuwang took her shoulders and walked straight in.

Could it be Wang Tu in the whole world, the Taoist monarch came to the realm of the sect family under his command, naturally, there is no need to pass on.

No one was seen in the valley, only the sound of blows and beatings wafted from the depths of the valley.

Ning Qingqing looked around to see the funeral flags and happy mantles that were twisted together.

"Yinzhi Su's long-cherished wish is fulfilled, and I can't wait for a moment," Xie Wuzuo said with a light smile, "I am anxious to give my beloved one a name."

Ning Qingqing watched his expression without seeing a trace of sarcasm.

It's really rare.

Her gaze paused on a piece of red curtain that was deliberately torn, and her heart was clear: "Yaowanggu has just killed more than a hundred people, and everyone else is still immersed in pain, but the owner of the valley insists at this time. Getting married will naturally arouse dissatisfaction."

Xie Wuwang nodded: "It's just convenient for Xindian to inquire about the news."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

No wonder, in just a few days, Xie Wuwang turned over the past of Yin Zhi Su to the sky. It turned out that Yin Zhi Su was determined to go his own way and lost the hearts of the people.

Going further, I saw the complex-looking Yaowanggumen gathered outside Xitang, and there was not a single laugh.

There is no festive color on everyone's body. The disciples who were gentle and unwilling to offend the Valley Master wore cyan medicine robes. The elders and most of the disciples wore white robes, and a small number of people who came to the wedding banquet in black blatantly expressed their dissatisfaction, deliberately trying to block the soundtrack.

There were no funeral flags hanging around Xitang, but the clouds on everyone's faces spread into the air, and a heavy low pressure enveloped the entire Xitang. When it came to this place, it was quite difficult to lift feet and gasp.

The festive buzzing sound also intermittently, as if hanging a breath.

"Daojun?" A disciple said in amazement, breaking the silence of the crowd.

The people from Yaowanggumen noticed that the big Buddha was coming, and hurriedly retreated to the sides and gave way to Xitang.

"The Daoist." "I have seen the Daoist."

An unhappy disciple in black stepped out of the crowd, seemingly wanting to come forward to file a complaint, but was hurriedly grabbed his arm by his companion and pulled it back.

"Don't be stupid! The Taoist is in charge of the heavens and the earth, and can also control others' ruthlessness? The Taoist is coming to the banquet in the Medicine King Valley, this is the decent of the Valley Lord." The companion did not silence his voice, obviously he wanted to say to People around listen.

The disciple in black opened his mouth with red eyes and lowered his head in silence.

Yes, for those big people on the cloud, these disciples underneath are like ants. It is good to punish the murderer. It would be too naive to expect them to take those lives seriously. Besides, the Lord Gu married the goddess of Xiyin, and even the Lord Dao would give him face.

Thinking like this is even more discouraged and boring.

Xie Wuwang heard it.

He chuckled lightly, slid his big hand from Ning Qingqing's shoulders, clasped her fingers, and strode towards Xitang.

Everyone was gradually caught by the demeanor of the two of them.

Daojun doesn’t need to say, he doesn’t look at that peerless appearance, nor does he look at the aura of Yuanzheng Yuezhi, just relying on the two words “Daojun”, he already has his own aura of ten thousand weights, which is breathtaking. Bow down.

Looking at the woman he held in his palm, her appearance was similar to the goddess of Xiyin at first glance, but when you look closely, you will find that her facial features are more refined than those of the goddess, and her temperament is more ethereal and elegant. She tried her best to put on a serious appearance, but her eyes flickered slightly, and she immediately revealed Qing Lingling's simplicity and agility, it really seemed like a fairy who did not stain the world came to the world.

A pair of Bi people walked with their hands, and the joy around them seemed to be attracted by them, a little bit reflected in the corners of their eyebrows.

The tall man led the petite and lovely woman and walked straight into Xitang.

It's like these two talents are the masters.

Everyone's eyes followed Xie Wuwang and the two fell into Xitang, and when they looked at the figure of the new couple in Xitang, they felt that the man was wrong and the woman was wrong.

Yin Zhi Su is no longer the appearance of wandering away from the sky, perhaps because of the pressure of insisting on marrying, he overflowed with some madness. Yun Shuimiao is accustomed to walking enchantingly and behaving as coquettish, and now she is carrying a shelf of goddess, and inadvertently will always bring out one or two points of the previous habits, which is difficult to detect, but it is enough to affect the perception.

The silence outside Xitang alarmed the couple.

Yin Zhi Su looked back, and his pupil contracted slightly.

"Daojun? I have seen Taoism."

Xie Wuwang smiled softly, and said in harmony: "This gentleman is here to congratulate the master of Yingu, the joy of renewing the string."

Upon hearing this, Yin Zhisu's expression became ugly again. No matter how uncomfortable others were, they would never openly mention the word Suixian on this auspicious day-isn't that just poking him in the face and saying that Lian Xuejiao's bones are not cold.

A group of people whispered to each other.

The black-clothed disciple with a face full of dissatisfaction took the lead in shouting, "Master He Gu continued to rejoice!"

Someone responded one after another.

Such a shout dispelled the clouds that had accumulated on the top of Xitang.

Yin Zhi Su's face grew darker, but he could only arch his hands to thank him.

When the congratulatory voice subsided, Xie Wuwang did not rush and said: "I came in a hurry, and I didn't prepare a gift, so I wrote a picture for the two newcomers, how about?"

Before Yin Zhi Su had time to speak, he saw Xie Wuwang waving his sleeves and spreading out a piece of white rice paper in the air in front of him. With a gesture, he took a pen from the Qiankun bag and walked around. Feng, swear four characters——

"Continuing the strings"

The calligraphy gifts gifted by the Taoist Lord should naturally hang in the most eye-catching place.

Yin Zhi Su Junxiu's face rose red: "What does Daojun mean?"

Xie Wuchang suddenly felt: "The Lord Yingu reminded me that it was my lord who missed the newcomer's name and surname."

The big rice paper fell from his chest to his waist, Xie Wuzuo lazily carrying the pen, casually added a few words crookedly——

"Heyin Zhi Su, Yun Shui Miao"

Sudden good luck.

A disciple murmured: "Yun Shuimiao? Isn't this the world's first furnace? In what kind of charm, the strange goods can be sold at a price?"

"Didn't the Valley Lord marry the goddess of Xiyin? How could it be that water furnace ding?"

"The world's first furnace tripod is matched with the world's first genius doctor, um, a perfect match!" This sentence is particularly yin and yang.

Ning Qingqing has lived in Yuliyuan for these years, and only then did he realize that Yun Shuimiao had actually made such a big name.

The hands of the "Xiyin Goddess" hidden in her sleeves could not help trembling. She didn't know where she had exposed her stuffing. In panic, she did not dare to argue for herself, and only pretended to be stupid by hiding under the red hijab.

The scene was chaotic.

The groom's face was red and purple, and his chest undulated violently. He has always been reticent, and even in a hurry, he couldn't speak for a while. After holding back for a long time, he only suffocated one sentence: "My wife is not surnamed Yun!"

Xie Wuwei smiled pityingly. With an indifferent appearance, Yin Zhi Su Xin's hair was cold, and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"The owner of the valley was afraid that he was cheated?! Didn't Yun Shuimiao cheat a lot of resources from Kunlun?"

"Everyone knows that the Lord of the Valley likes the goddess of Xiyin, is this just for him?"

Everyone whispered and talked.

Xie Wuwang finished the matter without delay, and left without delay with Ning Qingqing.

Leave a piece of chicken feathers.

Out of the valley, Ning Qingqing blinked her eyes and looked at Xie Wuwang puzzledly: "What medicine is in your gourd?"

He lazily raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Give you this mushroom a chance to do meritorious service."

Ning Mushroom: "?"