On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

In the dark square, the atmosphere was tense.

With awe-inspiring murderous intent, the servant of Tiansheng Palace besieged the white sword fairy who had rushed to Qianyuan Hall.

This person holds a sword with one hand, and his white robe is wide and fluttering in the wind, with a cold temperament. He holds the sword, and the sword is not separated from each other, and there is no flaw in the whole body.

To be able to confront Xie Wuwang is definitely not an idle generation.

"Mr. Dao." The white-clothed sword fairy's voice was as clear as the sound of a sword. "Yun Shuimiao is from Kunlun. Ji-mo will take her away at all costs today, hoping that Mr. Dao will succeed."

Kunlun, whose surname was Ji, rushed to Qianyuan Hall with one sword and one man.

Ning Qingqing knows who this person is, and the head of Kunlun, expressing her love for the boat.

Kunlun is the sacred place in the hearts of sword repairmen in the world. It has been hundreds of years since the young man who carried the boat to become famous, shone with a sword and took on the heavy responsibility of the head of Kunlun.

What kind of status is Ji Huaizhou, who actually broke into the Heavenly Sacred Palace with a sword for a woman?

Ning Qingqing turned his eyes and fell behind Xie Wuwang.

I saw the soft and boneless Yun Shuimiao shrank there, looking as if he was totally dependent on Xie Wuwang.

She made a soft and thin voice: "I won't go, Daojun, I won't go."

His voice trembled, and a sigh of breath was held between his nose and throat, which made his scalp so charming.

Ji Huaizhou said coldly: "When you enter Kunlun, I will be born in Kunlun, and I will die in Kunlun. Yun Shuimiao, I will take care of all your mistakes. Don't be afraid. No one will come back to Kunlun. Embarrass you. Follow me."

With red eyes, Yun Shuimiao sorrowfully pulled Xie Wuwang's sleeves: "No, he will kill me, Daojun protects me..."

Jihuai Zhou's sword tip is slightly picked: "Follow, me, and go."

Facing the sword fairy whose sword was out of its sheath, Xie Wuwang's expression was not solemn. He smiled lightly, his voice still soft and thin: "Since the fate is over, why bother to ask. Yun Shuimiao, now it is mine. People. Please come back to the head of the mail, I will not investigate your trespassing on the holy mountain."

Ning Qingqing's heartbeat stopped suddenly, her chest was empty and tight, and then she coughed.

It turns out that the missing heartbeat can disrupt breathing.

The cavity in her chest became bigger, and the wind passing through her body gradually took away all her temperature.

Ji Huaizhou sighed: "It seems that there is no discussion. Ji is not talented and knows that swordsmanship is shallow and unbearable. But if a man is standing in the world, if he can't occasionally be willful and presumptuous, his life will be really boring. It's better. In this way, Ji-mou voluntarily asks Daojun for advice, and is at his own risk-the matter between the two men does not involve the sect family, and all the consequences are borne by themselves. What does Daojun think?"

This is to challenge the first in the world.

Xie Wuwang laughed lowly: "Send the head, no regrets, have you figured it out clearly?"

Xie Wuwang's posture can be said to be unruly and unruly compared with the solemn Yu Huaizhou.

Ning Qingqing's heartbeat stagnated again, and a mouthful of chaotic breath suddenly came out of her mouth, and she laughed tauntingly.

That's great, what a romantic story!

Two men standing on the pinnacle of the world, for the sake of a peerless beauty, hesitate to put aside everything and let them go. It is true love and sex, and it makes people excited. It will not take a long time to spread to the world and become people's after-dinner talk.

So what is she, a Taoist companion?

Looking around, the two men in the middle of the square stand tall and upright, with outstanding temperament, and the power and fighting spirit are gradually spreading, which is frightening.

"Zhengping—" The long sword in Jihuaizhou's hand screamed sharply on its own.

People have not spoken, their minds have merged with Jianyiyuan.

Xie Wuwang turned his sleeves casually.

It is as gentle as jade, gentle and elegant, just like preparing to write or grind.

Guangshou shook slightly, and saw that the forbidden servants all around him retreated, and were forced out of the square by the coercion of Xie Wuwang.

Yun Shuimiao still stood behind him, and he didn't know if he didn't care about her life or death, or he was confident that he could save her life in this peak battle.

The sky seemed to be lowered a lot, and the energy was surging, and it was triggered.

The tip of Jihuaizhou's sword was slightly raised, and the knuckles of the sword were slightly tightened.

That invisible string in the air is about to break!

"Wait!"

The solemn atmosphere was broken by a female voice.

Her tone is clear and soft, like a stream carrying peach petals gurgling down. Very nice voice, but the tone is full of moving sadness.

Xie Wuwang and Jihuaizhou breathed slightly, and slowly turned their heads to look.

Ning Qingqing swept down from the top of the hall and fell in front of the confronting two.

Xie Wuwang glanced at her solemnly, and a petite figure was reflected in the gloomy and deep black eyes.

Her complexion was extremely pale, even her lips were pale, and her eyes were clearly without tears, but she could see the light trembling. This is sadness into the eyes.

"Madam?" Xie Wuwang's voice was obviously cold.

For the first time, she heard anger in his tone, but she didn't care at all.

"I don't allow it." She tried her best to suppress her emotions, but her voice still trembled unconsciously, like a heavy jade bead hanging on the broken string, "Don't allow my husband, because of another woman, Fight with other men. I don't allow it."

Xie Wuwang restrained his expression, his tone faint: "Go back."

"Madam Daojun," Ji Huaizhou said coldly, "This is a matter between men, you'd better not interfere."

Ning Qingqing glanced around and found that the young sword fairy was born very handsome. Different from Xie Wuwang's beautiful and handsome, Jihuaizhou's handsomeness is sharp and angular, and his facial features are very hard, showing some unhuman sharpness.

He rushed all the way up, but he didn't have many traces of battle.

Ning Qingqing turned back to stare at Xie Wuwang's eyes, and tried his best to penetrate into his eyes, as if he wanted to salvage a two-pointer of true heart.

"Husband," she asked with trembling lips, "if you should have responded to this battle, where would you place me? My husband competes with other men for another woman, then what am I?"

Her expression was so sad that she forced Ji Huaizhou to frown, and then took a step back, with some embarrassment in her tone: "Daojun, this..."

Xie Wuwang gently raised his hand.

His hands were cold and white like a jade carving, and the blue veins that were invisible in ordinary days were a bit distinct.

"The envoy from the front right, send his wife back."

Ning Qingqing's feet were soft. His tone at the moment is generally the same as when Futuzi sent Yun Shuimiao down the mountain last night.

The floating tuzi in a purple robe rolled round and smiled and bowed his arms: "The sword has no eyes. It's too dangerous here. Please come back, madam."

There were several big holes in his robes cut by Jian Qi. He thought that when he escorted Yun Shuimiao away, he was blocked by Ji Huaizhou and moved his hands.

Ning Qingqing still stared at Xie Wuwang: "Husband! Do you really want to hurt me like this, let the world laugh at me? Husband, if you fight today, I am by your side and there is nowhere to stand. You are sure, Do you want to force me to go?"

Her voice trembled more violently, but the flame in her eyes burned more intensely.

Scorching.

Her thin back was stretched straight and she was desperate.

Jihuaizhou tightened his lips and hugged his sword and looked down.

Xie Wuwang looked at her blankly for a moment, and finally said quietly: "My man, no one dares to put his beak. Right, what are you waiting for?"

Ning Qingqing stared at him, her eyes swaying lightly, and her **** lips gradually formed a poignant curve.

Like a piece of fragile glass, a beautiful broken flower bloomed.

Ning Qingqing avoided Futuzi's embarrassingly reaching hand.

"I understand." She whispered, taking out the vestments from Qiankun's bag, walking behind Xie Wuwang, slowly raising her hand, and putting it on him, "Every time my husband goes on an expedition, I will put it on for you. Tabard..."

The unfinished words disappeared in a very light choking.

He is much taller than her, and she has to stand on tiptoe slightly to smooth out the folds in his shoulders.

Her hands trembled violently, and her smile was extremely unnatural, making it hard to look directly at her.

She stroked his broad and hard shoulders, touched them with nostalgia, and then walked around her to tie him the flame pattern buckle and loop the Dharma belt.

She didn't look at his face, but she could feel that his gaze was so cold and terrifying that it fell heavily on her.

Her fingertips were shaking gently. Married with him for three hundred years, she has never intervened in any of his business affairs, and rarely even showed up in front of others.

This time, in front of everyone, it became like this.

After finishing the vestments for him, she took out the Long Yao sword and handed it to his hand.

She didn't even look at him, turned around, and smiled slightly out of control at Ji Huaizhou.

"You have to be careful, Long Yao is alive. If the battle is fierce and out of control, I am afraid that it will be difficult for Dao Jun to stop. I wish the head of Ji victory and the beauty to return-unfortunately, you and my wish are destined to fail." Her voice has changed its tone, very embarrassed, as if drunk.

Everyone could tell that the poor wife broke down.

She felt Xie Wuwang's eyes darker, and her substantive gaze pressed coldly on the back of her neck and back.

Ji Huaizhou was visibly startled, his thick eyebrows frowned, and he stared at her intently.

After a while, the sword arched his hands: "Send a teacher to teach."

Ning Qingqing smiled back, turned around, and walked slowly towards the back of the palace.

She clearly felt that the eyes of the two men fell on her.

One step, one step, without bending your back, or shaking your shoulders.

The wind blew her hair.

"Madam." Xie Wuwang's voice came calmly, "An Xin waits for me."

She did not stop.

At the moment when her figure disappeared behind the Qianyuan Palace, a surging weather wave broke out on the square!

She did not look back.

Standing on Baiyu Mountain Road and looking down, I saw a black dragon's claw embedded above the cozy little courtyard, as if her home was about to be destroyed in the next moment.

She swept over the enchantment, stretched out her arms, took the dragon's claws, pulled it out, and threw it down into the abyss.

"Woo-oh-"

The dragon's claws were heavy, like a grinding disc in his arms.

Because no one has ever cleaned it, the surface of the stone sculpture is greasy with a layer of slippery water stains, and the touch and smell remain on her body.

She fell into the hospital, listening to the thunderous thundering sound coming from the top of the mountain.

Long Yao didn't get out of the sheath, it seemed that Ji Huaizhou had listened to her words, and he was jealous and didn't dare to do his best.

When Xie Wuwang returned, Ning Qingqing was sitting under the window in a daze. My chest was dirty and water stained.

"lady."

She turned her gaze and smiled at him faintly: "Only when you click?"

"Broken his arm, give me a small punishment and a big admonishment." He walked to her side, and put his hand on her shoulder. "Madam surprised me."

In the dark eyes, there was a rare interest in exploring.

She lowered her eyes, smiled and shook her head.

Long Yao has not yet become a spirit. She lied to Jihuaizhou.

The riots of the ancient fierce beasts came strangely. Xie Wuwang lost his true essence yesterday and sealed the fierce beast. Today, there is a peerless sword immortal who has come to challenge him regardless of his life. Even she who has lived in the back house for a long time can smell the conspiracy and danger in it.

She did have a grudge against Xie Wuwang, but she knew the importance of it.

In this battle, we must not let Jihuaizhou break the boat and fight with Xie Wuwang. She stopped first, and then lied if she couldn't stop, making the sword immortal feel jealous.

Xie Wuwang sat down beside her.

A vigorous battle made the temperature on his body even more scorching, and the unique cold fragrance attacked her and eroded her mind.

A big hand closed her shoulder, he leaned closer, raised his eyebrows to look at her with interest, his eyes lazily glowing with joy.

If she took advantage of the trend to expose all the recent unhappiness, then today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, day after day, perhaps will be more sweet and happy than the past.

As long as she keeps her mouth silent at the moment, she doesn't say anything...a smart person like him would definitely think that all these things today are just her scheming to force her back.

What he wants is such a wife. Generous, sensible, and will not care about anything that doesn't matter to him.

The heartstring ‘hum’, shook the circle of tremor.

She slowly raised her eyes to look at him: "Husband. Do you think I was just pretending to be? No, last night I entrusted you with the virtual snake and coaxed you to send Yun Shuimiao down the mountain. That was pretend. The words and sentences come from just now. sincere."

The sound of cracking silk sounded in the ears.

The true color is too strong and bright, and after all, it can't whitewash the peace.

The author has something to say:

Mushroom: Only I am the most swaying~~~

I'm so happy to watch the hero die! The death you do now is tears of regret in the future oye~