On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Ning Qingqing sighed lightly, mobilizing the mycelium army, using Xie Wuwang's Yuanhuo as the pioneer, strands of light like lead wires, surrounded Mao Yingjun's gray-black heart from all directions, preparing to launch a general attack.

100% sure.

There was a thought in her mind.

If it's a storybook, the protagonist will definitely burst out extraordinary powers at critical moments, creating all kinds of incredible miracles.

Not to mention a certainty, even if it is a great opportunity to pick one out of a million, it should be on the protagonist.

It is a pity that since entering this Medicine Master Lotus Realm, the ruthless reality has shattered the mushroom's naive fantasy time and time again.

She is not the protagonist, and Xie Wuwang is not the protagonist either.

It’s the protagonist of the storybook that the heroic hero saves the beauty.

Ning Mushroom's eyes drooped melancholy.

"Let go and do it." Xie Wuwang's voice with a smile rang in her ears.

Light and lazy, it doesn't matter if the sky falls.

Suddenly, her heart was much settled.

She didn't answer, her eyes condensed, and she charged towards Mao Yingjun's heart!

All her energy was concentrated on every strand of mycelium, and she was engrossed, making every strand of attack and dodge action to the extreme.

"Zizi" rang in his mind, and the consumption of mental power was extremely terrifying.

Before today, she had no experience in taking spores from a living body, and all the skills came from the hapless handsome Mao.

Looking back at Mao Yingjun's body, there are horrible signs of failure everywhere.

At this moment, there is no room for failure. This is the heart, and the heart of the cultivator is also the lifeblood. Once it is cut off, there will be no more physiology.

Although the great cultivator’s soul is powerful, even if the body is dead, the soul can be rebuilt, but in fact, the death of the body is often accompanied by great horror. Very few people can stabilize the heart and maintain clarity, so that the soul will not increase or decrease, and wait. Opportunity to rebuild. Since ancient times, there are only a few Buddhist monks who can be named.

Just like Mao Yingjun, being eaten by Devil Gu, it is even more impossible to keep the soul immortal.

Dense beads of sweat gradually appeared on Ning Qingqing's forehead.

Her mental power was being consumed violently, and her head seemed to be filled with boiling water, continuously burning and bubbling.

She forcibly constricted her mind, everything around her seemed to be still, and the movement of strands of hyphae turned into extremely slow slow motion.

This state usually only lasts for a moment.

Ning Qingqing's mind became more calm. She calmly maintained the slow world in front of her, calmly controlling the hyphae, and shuttled through the almost stagnant time.

Go forward, go forward.

charge!

Yuan Huo cooperated with her extremely tacitly, far exceeding her expectations.

Outflank, swallow, and become extinct.

Methodical.

Suddenly, my eyes were empty, and countless strands of hyphae poured into the bay like waves, touching each other, playing with joy.

The magic spores in the heart have all been cleaned up, and the texture and heart veins are slightly damaged, but they are not fatal.

It's a success!

Ning Qingqing looked up and looked at Mao Yingjun with joy.

There were no more signs of magic lines on his face, and he looked weak and sluggish at the moment, with his head hanging down, and he fell into a deep coma.

She did it!

I tried my best to accomplish an incredible thing. Although the body and spirit are extremely exhausted, and the mind is empty, but the heart is more fulfilled and satisfied than any moment.

Her ideals are no longer out of reach.

Be friends with the king of monsters √

Rescue living beings controlled by evil spores√

Only the last step-people live happily with plush.

but……

Her ideals are clearly in conflict with Xie Wuwang's strict rules.

If Mao Yingjun must die, then the monster beasts that have been released from the control of the spores will also not tolerate the world.

what to do?

The mushroom, who is not good at philosophical thinking, instantly turned his head into a mess.

No matter, first return Yuanhuo to Xie Wuwang.

She blinked and moved her wrist, and found that her thin wrist was pinched in his palm.

Xie Wuwang had big hands and slender fingers. He wrapped her around her like he was holding two chopsticks.

Ning Qingqing: "..." This brain supplement is really not ambiguous at all.

She manipulated the mycelium, squeezing Yuanhuo out with small mouths.

"Puffy, puffy, puffy..."

Weak, and burst out of my fingertips.

Xie Wuwang saw her forehead jumping wildly, and glanced sideways, and saw her eyes bent, her expression was very weak, but her eyes were proud and proud.

If she has a tail, she must be up to the sky at the moment.

Xie Wuwang smiled lazily. He didn't manipulate his Yuanhuo, but watched her slowly squeeze them out.

Finally, the ammunition was exhausted.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and then with a sad face, looked at the sepak takraw as big as five floating tuzi, and began to unravel the densely tangled hyphae and vines.

At that time, her life was at stake. She was chased and killed by Mao Yingjun. She didn't care about neatness and density, rules and rhythms. She only used vines and hyphae to wrap Mao Yingjun's body. The interlaced hyphae circle after circle, messing up into a huge mess of wool!

Ning Qingqing heard a "buzzing" in her head, and her heart was chilled with chills.

Sinister!

She is very tired and tired. Solving a black heart almost emptied her body and soul.

She now only cares about her distressed and can't solve the mess of herself.

Peel the cocoon, whip the cocoon...

Fall! How can there be such a messy cocoon!

The more disorganized, the more chaotic, the tighter and tighter the entanglement... Not only failed to retrieve the mycelium, but squeezed out the few strands left in the body, all entangled into a ball.

The already lacking little brain power is even worse, Ning Qingqing is dizzy, her mind is empty and cold.

"Thanks...help me..."

Her body dropped forward, and her forehead slammed into Xie Wuwang's chest.

Ning Qingqing: "..." She just wanted to ask him to help solve the ball, but she couldn't even talk, and her body was as weak as drunk.

"Bang." There was a pain in the forehead, and the whole brain was shaking.

His chest is harder than the floor of the Yuli Wooden Corridor.

Xie Wuwang's body was slightly stiff, as if she had been stunned by her, and did not reach out to help her, so Ning Qingqing had to grab his belt by herself.

"A Qing?"

The voice is a little dumb.

Poor Mushroom looked up at him, only to see that handsome face swayed slightly, still carrying a dim light.

She took a few breaths weakly, and said pitifully, "Help me... solve..."

In order not to fall, she tried her best to tug on his belt.

"..." Xie Wuwang's body became more stiff, and his Adam's apple moved slightly, "A Qing, your soul is damaged, quickly calm your mind and adjust your breath, I will help you with your spiritual power."

"No..." Ning Qingqing struggling to jump out, "Jie, Si..."

The belt on his body was woven by her herself, using ice silk from Tianshan Mountain in Nanzhanzhou.

Xie Wuwang sighed deeply, and a long arm wrapped around her back, embracing her boneless waist.

"Aqing, close your eyes and rest." Xie Wuwang's cheekbones moved slightly, grinding his teeth seemingly helplessly, "Don't think too much."

This lotus mist is pervasive, and she is injured internally, and if the soul is damaged, it is naturally difficult to resist.

He is not a gentleman, but he will never take advantage of others at this time.

Ning Qingqing glared at him hard.

So many threads entangled, and let her sleep? How do you tell her to sleep?

Sleeping with a big woolen thread?

She tremblingly raised her hand and pulled his shirt.

Xie Wuwang couldn't bear it, he slapped her sideways, sat down on the rock, and grabbed her pair of restless little paws in front of him.

"Don't move." The voice was low and tolerant.

Mushroom was angry and puzzled. In his anxiety, a thin layer of light floated in his eyes, his breathing accelerated a lot, his body twisted and struggled lightly.

Xie Wuwang was even more stiff.

The warm fragrance of nephrite is in my arms, the sweet fragrance and warmth of dreams are close at hand, the beautiful red lips are slightly opened, and a breath seems to be an invitation to chaotic people's mind.

Not possible.

Xie Wuwang's long, narrow and beautiful black eyes filled with dark colors, his eyes were thin red, and his voice was imperceptible with some imperceptible irritation: "There is a wound on the body. Close your eyes and shut your mouth."

His palm was even hotter, and he couldn't move a single pinch of her wrists.

Ning Qingqing couldn't break free, mobilizing almost all spiritual power in grief and angrily, protruding the hyphae, forming a finger-sized mushroom.

The mushroom hat shook and pointed to the sepak takraw.

Xie Wuwang was startled slightly.

She jumped out word by word: "Help, dismantle, understand?"

Xie Wuwang: "..."

Daojun, who was extremely calm, slowly let go of his hand, and seated her in the depression of the rock.

A faint red came out of his cold white ears.

"What's the hurry." He was calm and composed, "Find a place to settle you first."

"Oh..." Ning Qingqing blinked and nodded suddenly.

Sure enough, Xie Wu was thoughtful. Mushroom's dizzy brain slowly turned.

Xie Wuwang peeped at her expression, raised his eyebrows a little, and when he turned around, he let out a long breath calmly.

He swept over the big vine cocoon smartly and neatly, and took it apart one by one.

I have to say that Xie Wuwang is indeed clear and careful.

Ning Qingqing pulled the big woolen thread that he couldn't pull for a long time, and he quickly took it apart one by one with the end of the thread.

His movements are graceful, fluttering up and down, and his sleeves are shaking from time to time, and there are a lot of hyphae and vines spreading towards the surroundings.

Scattered neatly.

Mushrooms are the easiest to indulge in this regular beauty.

She squinted her eyes, happily admiring the neatly spread lines.

The turquoise regular vines and the transparent and crystal-clear hyphae arranged in concentric circles, scattered around, Xie Wuwang's face wore a casual smile, and between the rising and falling of the clouds and the flowing water, the cocoons thinned down regularly.

He is like a light source, emitting thousands of dense and dazzling light.

Ning Qingqing: "..."

It's really like a mushroom's aesthetic.

She was not willing to recycle the mycelium at all, because that would break a perfectly regular pattern before her eyes. For the sake of beauty, she can endure the pain of the empty body and the empty house, just like those mortal celebrities who would rather endure starvation must buy calligraphy and painting.

This is called Fengya.

Xie Wuwang didn't urge her either, he was always very focused when doing things, as if he had completely forgotten her mushroom.

Rustle rustle--

Finally, the hyphae scattered in the last circle, and Mao Yingjun fell into the center of the concentric circles.

The fall was heavy, Mao Yingjun woke up from a coma, tried hard to prop up the ground with his palm, propped up his body, and knelt heavily in front of Xie Wuwang.

Successfully destroyed the perfection of mycelium.

"Jun...Come on." Mao Yingjun said with a hoarse voice, like a gong, "the subordinates have something to say..."

Ning Qingqing couldn't help suspending her heart slightly, raising her eyes to look at Xie Wuwang.

"Say." Xie Wuwang constricted and smirked.

Mao Yingjun breathed a sigh of relief, and said solemnly: "When Madam Cai was detoxifying my heart, my mind was like watching a horse, seeing all the wrong things I had done, and the whole story of the poisoning!"