On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Ning Qingqing stared at the dead mushroom blankly.

Her mushroom, the mushroom she had raised for three hundred years, died.

She never thought it would die. It has an emerald-like color and is a bit sturdy and sturdy. When the hat is stretched, it has a wickedness that is longer than the sky and the earth.

How could it die?

She moved her lips, raised her hand, and pointed there tremblingly.

Xie Wuwang raised her sleeves, pressed her hand to the bed, and half-closed her narrow eyes indifferently to diagnose her pulse.

He knows everything.

After a long while, he took the Tiao Yuan Dan and fed her to take it, held her back with his big hands, and went through the vigorous spiritual power to get rid of the pills.

The warm and moist medicinal power soaked the limbs and the limbs, and every part of the body was lazy and comfortable.

But the icy tingling in the center of her chest did not relieve at all.

"My mushroom." She asked, "Why did it die?"

Every word seemed to be spit out slowly with the blood from the bottom of my heart.

Xie Wuwang lowered his eyes, put her hand under Yunsi quilt, and said indifferently: "You die, it's not a big deal. It's over, ma'am, don't look back."

There was a dim light flowing in his eyes, and his eyes fell on her cheeks together with his fingers.

With a light stroke.

"If you die, you die?" She repeated every word.

"This is the price of your willfulness." He gently brushed her broken hair behind his ears, "Before you act on impulse next time, think carefully and think twice."

Ning Qingqing opened her mouth and stared at him blankly.

She didn't even have the strength to be angry, and her whole person was like a duckweed with a broken root, dangling.

He curled his lips coldly, closed his long eyes slightly, and said with a soft smile: "No, that's not right. I won't give you another chance to run around."

Her lips trembled uncontrollably, "Are you deliberately correct? You indulged Zhang Tianbao in taking Qingcheng Mountain, just to make me homeless, right?"

The trembling spread all over her body. She was frustrated and suddenly found that she seemed to have nothing to lose. She has nothing left.

"No." Xie Wuwang's face sank like water, "supporting Huaiyin Mountain to take down Jiangdu, in order to restrain Kunlun."

If it were in the past, he would not have said these things to her.

To the north of Jiangdu is the Kunlun land boundary. How can you allow others to sleep peacefully on the side of the couch? Huaiyin Mountain expanded its power to Kunlun's eyelids, and the two big powers naturally had to fight back and forth.

"Oh, for the sake of a big plan." She looked at him a little lostly, "Life can be ignored..."

The true heart can be trampled casually.

"Madam." He said quietly, "You have a prejudice against Zhang Tianbao, and your thoughts are narrow. I have been investigating the broken hairpin, but you don't have to expect it. It is a fact that Sect Master Huangyun has gone into trouble and murdered. Nothing."

"Okay." Ning Qingqing nodded, not wanting to argue with him anymore, just asked, "When you remodeled the sword bone for the master, did you take the Qingcheng Mountain back with grace?"

Xie Wuwang did not deny: "Yes."

She nodded gently. At this moment, there was no slightest disappointment in my heart, but I just felt ‘that’s how it is’ and ‘this is right’.

Slowly turning his eyes, he landed on the empty jade basin.

It is the only gift he gave her. Because of it, he will definitely come back every full night. For so many years, she has tied too much warmth and fetters to this mushroom.

It's dead.

"Why raise it to punish me? Give me a lesson that makes me remember?" A big hole was empty in my heart, and a bitter wind was piercing.

Xie Wuwang looked at her, his eyes gloomy and unpredictable: "No."

"How can that good mushroom die?" She was taken aback for a moment, and then she gave her a powerful enlightenment, "That woman killed it, didn't she?"

Because the woman he brought back killed her mushrooms, he felt guilty and felt that he couldn't hold her back, so he sent the person away?

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his tone faded further: "I said, this is the price of your willfulness, and it has nothing to do with others."

Ning Qingqing suddenly felt very strange when she looked at the face that made her dream.

In the past, she believed in the value of others.

But he was partial to Zhang Tianbao, and he was also partial to the woman sent by Zhang Tianbao.

Such Xie Wuwang made her feel strange.

She smiled sarcastically and said softly: "I want to see it."

Xie Wuzuo got up, Huapao sank, and step by step walked to the window to fetch the mushrooms and handed them to her hand.

Ning Qingqing stared at the gray and black embers, and there was burning pain in her chest, as if her heart had been exposed to the scorching sun, and it screamed sternly but silently, but no one saved it. It was in despair. It withered a little bit and eventually died.

"Looks like sun-dead." She said calmly, "But I don't have enough evidence, like blood and broken hairpins, you can deny it. It's just that people in this yard can't come in, these days, only you live With her."

She shivered slightly.

She is his Taoist companion, why should he calmly tell him about his being alone with other women, and has no intention of being held accountable.

The heart became more empty, and the wind poured in, turning her into a dry, empty shell from the inside out.

She lifted her chest slightly to relieve the pain that was not declining, but her eyes were staring straight at him.

Xie Wuwang's gaze did not agree at all, but he did not speak.

Today, he seems to be a little more patient with her.

"If I don't go, it won't die. I will look at it." She smiled bitterly.

"Yes." Xie Wuwang said coldly, "If you don't leave, you won't die."

He stretched out his hand to caress her face, his scalp tingling with tenderness: "Will you dare next time?"

She moved her lips: "I have nothing to lose. No more."

Mushrooms are the last bondage.

Her eyes are very beautiful, and the tail of her eyes droops slightly, like a child who will never grow up.

At this moment, a sorrowful glow appeared in the childlike eyes.

She smiled, looked at the dead mushroom in her hand, then looked down at herself.

He gave her such a mushroom casually. He promised her to raise the mushroom, and he kept it for three hundred years, saying that he cares about this mushroom? Not really. It's just a small and innocuous thing, just to coax her to be happy.

She is the same. He married her back at will and put it here for good living. She is his possession. Does he care about her? He might care a little bit, but that's it.

Is there any difference between her and mushrooms? Yes, mushrooms are heartless and will not wishful thinking. He hoped that she would become a mushroom that guarded herself.

However, such a well-behaved mushroom is still dead.

The life of Huang Yunzong and the life of mushrooms are not worth mentioning in his eyes. How can she be better?

"In your mind, I am just an object." She murmured casually.

Xie Wuwang frowned, and the motion of stroking her cheek was slightly stagnant: "What did the Futuzi say to you?"

-The little things that have been raised with Yuli wood for three hundred years are all pickled and tasted. It's a pity to discard them. There is no empathy.

He subconsciously thought of what he had said yesterday.

When Ning Qingqing heard him mention the floating tuzi, she couldn't help but curl her lips in mockery. Futuzi is a good lobbyist, Huanglian picks up honey to persuade her, but Xie Wuwang is really unwilling to do superficial skills, hitting her head again and again, making her dizzy and unprepared.

Seeing her pale little face and shaky slender figure, he sighed deeply and hugged her in front of him.

Thin lips fell on her cheek with a scorching breath, a gentle kiss, and then fell to her ears, softly soothing: "I have been in this Yuli Garden for a long time, and my body is always wrapped with pear fragrance, isn't it? Intriguing? Don't worry, just say that you are fragrant, like you, and can't let you go."

Ning Qingqing stared at him blankly, she was a little at a loss, wondering what he was explaining to her when he lowered her body like this? What did he think the Buddha told her?

At the moment when her eyes met, she suddenly understood-what he said to the Buddha, she guessed eight or nine.

The moment she understood, he also understood that he wanted something wrong, how could the Futuzi say this to her?

For the first time, she caught a clear trace of annoyance in his dark eyes.

She looked at him.

The man in front of her had been in love with all her body and mind for more than three hundred years. This was the only time that she got his flaws in extremely subtle details.

It is ridiculous that this trivial advantage and advantage is due to his contempt for her.

She didn't feel sad at all.

Her heart was turned into dust by him, and her faith was crushed into crumbs by him. Would she care about the dignity of her face?

She pointed at him and slowly raised the corners of her lips.

"Xie Wuwang." She bent her eyebrows and asked him, "How can you let me go? Unless I die?"

The small smile on his face disappeared little by little, like tearing off a mask that had been worn for a long time and melted into the skin.

"Or, you have to keep me in prison. Keep in prison." She was still smiling, "It's okay, just keep in prison, it's okay. I'm not angry anymore, I'm not angry anymore. It's the same everywhere, I have nothing good Lost. It doesn't matter."

The big hand pinched on her shoulder gradually tightened.

His eyes were frighteningly cold: "Ning Qingqing. Stop making trouble."

She suddenly discovered that she was not afraid of him at all.

It turns out that all the cautiousness and the fear of gains and losses are, in the final analysis, fear of loss.

She is not afraid anymore. Not afraid, because she didn't expect anything from him.

She raised her face and smiled at him: "It's okay."

At this moment, the master's face, Xie Wuwang's face, and his own face seemed to overlap in the nightmare.

Her expression was calm and relieved.

His breathing was stagnant for a moment, and dark light flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't touch anyone." He explained slowly.

She was startled: "I don't care anymore."

Two fingers clamped her chin, forcing her to look up.

She looked into the black eyes that had drowned her countless times.

Perhaps, when she was on the Jiu-ri Road with Futuzi, she still had so much anticipation, hoping that he would come after him and tell her these words. But at the moment there is really no expectation, nothing left.

He looked into her eyes and his heart sank for a moment.

He held her soft body in front of him.

"Duplicity." With his chin pressed against the top of her hair lightly, he lowered his voice, smiled and soothed, "No one will set foot in your yard in the future."

When she was away, the smell in the courtyard was uncomfortable.

Yulimu nourishes her, and she nourishes her surroundings. Without her, I am not used to it, and even the air becomes boring.

She was held in front of him, her body leaning gently on his hard chest, and her voice was soft and soft: "It has been more than three hundred years, Xie Wuwang, I tried my best to be a good wife, although there is no credit, but I haven’t made any serious mistakes. I have given everything I can, and I have done everything I can do. I have nothing wrong with you, and I don’t owe you, don’t you? Tell me, how can I let me go , Break with me and leave?"

His fingers were about to stroke her hair, he stiffened slightly when he heard the words, and then moved very slowly.

He stared at her, a dark tide looming in his deep-sea black eyes.

She was not making her temper, she was small and soft, curled up softly in his arms, breathing very lightly, so light as if she had left here and went to some ethereal world.

After a long while, he smiled dumbly: "I haven't been a husband and wife for a long time, let's talk about how to leave."

"Being a husband and wife..." she repeated slowly, raising her eyes to look at him in a daze, "Does it have to be like that? As long as that is the case, then reconcile with me?"

He stared at her for a moment, curled his lips coldly, and a little nasty floated in his eyes: "Yes."

She hadn't let him touch it for a long time. At this moment, she couldn't have that interest either.

Besides, she has injuries on her body.

When he was recovering from his injuries, he was so coaxing.

The author has something to say:

Chapter 15 opened a skylight from the perspective of God to let everyone know what the female partner is all about, and then look at how the male lead interprets it. It should be quite clear that the two of them have misunderstood the basic mode of the dispute. ?

That is, the way character determines fate:)