On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Lead the wolf into the room, just like that.

Xie Wuwang smirked and approached Ning Qingqing, raising his hand to embrace her shoulder.

She turned her head to look at him with a panic, but saw that although he said something like bondage, bed, and so on, her eyes were clear and clean, with a playful smile.

Is teasing her.

She laughed unconsciously, her body relaxed, and she gently laid her head on his shoulder.

"After listening to the corner, what then?" She suddenly realized that she had been delayed for a long time in this comfortable nest, and continued, "Should it be time to go back to deal with business?"

Xie Wuwang pretended to sigh and sighed: "A Qing, I'm already very motivated. Don't push me anymore. I can still marry you if I take a break occasionally."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She was startled for a little bit at first, and then, small bubbles appeared in her heart.

This kind of feeling has never happened before, as if he and she are a pair of ordinary worldly petty friends who are bothered by chai, rice, oil and salt.

She rubbed his head against his shoulder, smiled and raised her hand to pat him.

Suddenly he caught his finger.

He held her green finger under her nose.

Ning Qingqing: "?"

"Why don't you tell me if you are hurt?" he asked.

When was it injured? She looked intently at her hand.

Looking left and right, until he turned a pair of transparent and bright black eyes into a cockfight, only then did he find an invisible thin hole in the fingerprint.

She paddled it when she was carving a duck.

Ning Qingqing was speechless: "...Can this be called an injury?"

Before she finished her words, she remembered how she used to take the opportunity to rely on him for three days and whimpering and whimpering--the wound two or three times smaller than the one in front of her could make her feel wronged to the point that she had to do it. Hold her to coax for a long time before it disappeared.

And he would hold her in his arms every time, follow her and coax her until he coaxed her happily before he could take the next step.

She looked up at him in a daze.

It suddenly occurred to her that if she was wounded by the seal, she would not hide in the apse to overhear, but ran to him openly and asked him to heal the flame bruises in his arms, he would definitely not. Refused.

He never rejected her. He would coax her and waved away Zhang Tianbao impatiently.

Xie Wuwang, he is such a person.

Thinking of this, two big teardrops suddenly fell in his eyes.

She choked up and said: "Injured!"

Xie Wuwang: "..." It's incredible, what's the ability to enter the drama in an instant?

He tried to stretch the corners of his lips to prevent it from rising, holding her "wounded" little hand, and protecting her soft body into his arms.

One hand wiped away her tears, and the other big hand wrapped her back and patted gently.

The voice was gentle and steady, with a faintly pampered voice: "Aqing, good deed, the pain will be gone soon."

It's exactly the same as before.

In the matter of "injury and comfort", she did not have any sad memories, only endless sweetness.

She closed her eyes and let him coax her comfortably.

Listening to his low-magnetic and attractive voice, she suddenly remembered that it was this person who had said many things that made her sad in such a nice voice.

She pushed him away, sat upright, and complained: "Liar! You feel so distressed for a little injury, but when I was so sad, you bullied me!"

"When?" He kissed her hair shamelessly.

"At that time!"

"When is it?"

She angrily said: "The last time, be a husband and wife!"

Xie Wuwang raised his hand to pinch her small chin and turned her face to him.

Ning Qingqing stared at him bitterly, seeing him look serious.

He said to her seriously: "A Qing, I asked you about it."

She pressed her lips together and said nothing.

He calmly said: "I asked if you really miss me like that. You can't wait for a few days to recover from your wounds. How did you reply to me? You let me pity you, be lighter, not too long-which is the same I didn't do it?"

Ning Qingqing: "..."

Xie Wuwang, who had a thicker skin than the city wall, continued: "I have tried my best to restrain myself, restrained, and didn't indulge half of it. I just want to coax you. If Ah Qing still feels heavier for a long time, then... blame me for being too strong?"

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She ran away in embarrassment.

She wanted to turn her head to ignore him, but his chin was pinched, unable to move, she could only turn away a pair of sullen eyes.

This look is so breathless.

He chuckled, and put her body back into his arms.

"A Qing." A clear, low voice rubbed her temples, "I can't live without it. I can't let it go. I didn't understand before, and I made mistakes. I won't do it again in the future."

"Yeah." She replied dullly.

Thinking about it now, his Qianyuan Palace was completely open to her from the beginning. She doesn't need to go around to the temple to see him from afar, as long as she goes all the way up the mountain road, through the apse, and then she can walk to his side-why does she not want her to be close?

It's just that there has never been such a close person by his side, and he doesn't know how to deal with or how to deal with it.

If she were more confident and bolder, touched the temple to accompany him when he was dealing with official duties alone, and stepped into his daily affairs, presumably he and her would have had the opportunity to talk a long time ago and would not make trouble to that point.

Both he and she took a very difficult detour.

Fortunately, people are still there. When people are there, they have the opportunity to heal the wounds and live together.

She slowly stretched out her arms and wrapped her around his waist.

After hesitating for a moment, the little hand climbed up on his back little by little, gently hugged him, and pressed his body tightly.

Xie Wuwang's body was slightly stiff, and his breathing became much lighter.

She asked: "If I want to replace your supreme position, what will you do?"

Xie Wuwang laughed: "I can't ask for it."

She snorted and looked up at him.

Xie Wuwang smiled in his eyes, with a calm expression: "If you intend, then from tomorrow, I will truly begin to train you as an heir. I will stand back and make you a prince and be supervised by the people of the world. How about you immediately succeeding the throne the day you are competent."

"Does it need to be so troublesome?" Ning Qingqing looked at him suspiciously, "So before you forced me to study, didn't you want to pick me up?"

"Naturally not." Xie Wuwang said amused. "Sitting in this position, how can you allow you to fish for three days and hang on the net for two days."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She was sure now.

In fact, he just wanted to trick her into the Qianyuan Palace, so as to lay hands on him, and to add fragrance to his loneliness.

In the past, I really missed a lot of good times.

Her fingers scratched his back unconsciously.

The thin, soft hand, when gently scratched, seemed to be kissed by a flower petal.

Xie Wuwang slowly lowered his eyes and touched those gleaming eyes. The possessiveness in his heart suddenly became like a wildfire, flooding into disaster.

His breathing became heavier, and he burned her with his eyes.

After all, having been a husband and wife for three hundred years, Ning Qingqing immediately knew what bad things he was thinking when he saw the dark and heavy eyes.

Xie Wuwang was hypocritical and gentle on the surface, but in fact he was cold and strong.

When it comes to being intimate in private, it's another scene. He made no secret of his appalling desire for predation, fierce waves and indulgence, as if he would never know what to satisfy.

These days, he kept holding his temper in front of her, and she almost forgot what his storm was like.

When she touched those eyes that were burning with dark flames, she couldn't suppress her heart.

"No," she put her hand on his chest and said in a long voice, "I can't bear such a few pieces of wood."

Xie Wuzuo laughed dumbly: "I'm lighter."

The voice was urgent and heavy.

She curled her petal-like lips, and stretched her voice more lazily and longer: "The Daoist is too strong, how light it is."

Xie Wuwang stared at her for a moment, then slowly backed away.

"Knowing that you are reluctant to bear this nest." He said lazily, the darkness in his eyes faded and his clarity was restored.

How clever he is, how could he not understand her refusal.

Since he helped her find an excuse, she naturally borrowed the donkey and went downhill: "Yeah."

"Take it back to the magnifying wooden table." He said, "You can lie down in the sun."

Ning Qingqing curled her eyes and nodded repeatedly.

Immediately, I realized that I had been recruited again-didn't this mean I agreed to him and would still live in Yuliyuan in the future?

She secretly cursed Xie Laogou in her heart.

Look at the sky, it's almost dawn.

She couldn't help but want to ask him when to leave again. This nest is too comfortable, lying down, the atmosphere will turn from warm to charming.

She knew that being so close to him would evoke all the pain, it would be a tragic tough battle, and she was not ready yet.

Just about to get up and open his mouth, Xie Wuwang, who knows how to read minds, raised his hand to press her shoulders: "There's something else, what's anxious. Wait quietly."

"Oh..." She thought of another thing, and stretched out her hand to him, "Qiankun bag. The one with...the blood."

She was actually very puzzled.

She kept tossing about his things, it didn't look like there was a place to hide private money.

For so many years, where did he hide that secret thing?

She couldn't hide things in her eyes, and put the question in front of him brightly.

He lowered his eyes and smiled, offering Long Yao.

Ning Qingqing: "?"

"The last time I made a sword, I accidentally cast a Qiankun bag into it. I just made the mistake." Xie Wuzuo said, "A Qing, you take care of Long Yao all the time, but you never noticed it? Too careless."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

Who is going to dig out the hilt of his sword if he is okay?

She pressed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then decisively stuck out the hyphae.

She had to see with her own eyes how much Xie Wuwang was psychologically distorted, so she had a bottom line.

Penetrate into it.

At a glance, the densely packed Qiankun bag is the blood that solidified after being roasted by the flames.

Affected by the spiritual power attribute of the practitioner, the clear blood presents a different color, like bright stars, neatly arranged, and the number is astonishing.

Ning Qingqing's back was cold, and her heart was pounding. I'm afraid... this is no longer an ordinary abnormality.

"Hean..." A illusory little black dragon twisted his body and swam over, sticking to her hyphae, shrinking his claws and horns, and arching his head desperately.

Although it can't speak yet, Ning Qingqing can clearly feel that it is comforting her, so she can feel at ease and don't be afraid.

To be afraid is not to be afraid, that is, the scalp is numb and the hairs stand upright.

She felt that she needed a little time to accept the fact that the person next to the pillow who had been in the same bed for three hundred years was mentally ill.

She twisted the mycelium and cuddled closely with the little black dragon of Long Yao. The chicken and the duck touched the horns and exchanged divine thoughts that they couldn't understand each other.

‘Xie Wuwang is sick! ’

‘Long...’

‘Are you not afraid of him? ’

‘Her fierce...’

‘He has killed more people than I have eaten! ’

‘Hey many...’

Furthermore, there are countless primordial blood. Taking a step back is Xie Wuwang, the initiator. Ning Mushroom suddenly understands what a dilemma is.

She rubbed against the little black dragon of Long Yao for a while, and then reluctantly retracted her mind and looked at the big murderer.

Xie Wuwei looked at her in his spare time, his brows were sloppy and calm.

Ning Qingqing: "...hehehe."

Xie Wuwang smiled and lowered his head.

After a long while, he slightly raised his head, tilted his face, and came over.

"What does Qing think I keep them for?" His voice was lazy.

Ning Qingqing's desire to survive went straight to the sky: "...for emergency? In short, it must be because of business, not a quirk."

"Quirty." He repeated it slowly, and then smiled again, "Keep them in order to remember what every life was like before and why you must die. Always be alert to yourself and don't kill indiscriminately. ."

Ning Qingqing's heart shook slightly.

She looked at him abruptly, her heart filled with unidentified sentiment.

But I heard Xie Wumao take it unhurriedly: "After all, the Universe Bag is not big, it's almost full."

Ning Qingqing: "..."