On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Behind Ning Qingqing, the huge vine ball hung high in the air, revealing only Mao Junjun's ugly and hideous face.

And the scene behind Xie Wuwang is quite hard to say...

It was difficult for Ning Qingqing to judge what happened on the other side.

It looks much worse than the battle on her side.

The lotus mist was scattered, and mottled bloodstains could be seen everywhere on the ground. The vines on the surrounding cliffs were also broken. Some seemed to be cut by the strong wind of battle, and some were torn apart by hands. very.

However, there was a breath of despair floating in the air.

Ning Qingqing and Xie Wuwang have been married for three hundred years and are naturally familiar with the bed. As soon as she touched the scent on the opposite side, she subconsciously held her breath, frowning her eyebrows slightly.

Obviously, in the Medicine Master Lotus Realm on Xie Wuwang's side, there have been battles and even the most intense love affairs--perhaps more than once.

She fell unluckily to Mao Yingjun's side, so Xie Wuwang and Yun Shuimiao were on the opposite side.

What happened to them...?

Turning her eyes, Ning Qingqing saw Yun Shuimiao, the "Goddess of Xiyin".

That circle of light of faith and virtue has disappeared. At this moment, Yun Shuimiao's eyebrows and corners are full of spring, his cheeks are flushed, and his expression is in a trance. She leaned on the edge of the lotus petals, hanging her head, hurriedly putting on a large man's robe on her body. It can be seen that under this robe is her body without any strands.

Among the shattered ruins, there is even more unspeakable fragrance.

Ning Qingqing's mind went blank for a moment.

It seemed to have thought a lot, and it seemed that he didn't think about anything.

Extorting a confession by torture... Is that true?

The bruises in his chest that Mao Yingjun stunned, and suffocation broke out, and the cold pain spread from the chest to the fingertips.

In order to make the vine ball the size of five floating tuzi, she had hollowed out all the hyphae. At this moment, there was a hollow feeling in her body, intertwined with the cold pain of internal injury, like... a serious illness Typhoid fever is coming.

She slowly blinked her eyes and met Xie Wuwang's gaze.

"A Qing?" He frowned slightly, as if in a dream.

In the two-way, waveless black eyes, there was a horror of shock, and for a moment, there were surprises and anger, and there was ecstasy like ecstasy.

It was just that this dark tide surged for only a moment, and then sank back to Gu Jing Wubo's eyes, leaving only a few undetectable waves.

The next moment, Ning Qingqing fell into the arms of the hot man.

Xie Wuwang's chest was extremely hard, and his arms hugged her, as if he was about to kill her in his arms.

"Cough..." She coughed laboriously.

The clean and refreshing Lengxiang hit the tip of her nose. She was stunned for a moment, feeling lazy and safe in her heart.

She suddenly knew that he hadn't done anything like that.

After all, I have been together for more than three hundred years, so my breath, temperature, and subtle body language can't lie.

She awoke God with a spirit, struggling, and put her little hand out of his arms.

Quickly cover his eyes.

Xie Wuwang: "?"

"You haven't seen Mao Yingjun, I still have a chance to answer once." She gave a categorical answer, "You want to kill Mao Yingjun because he seriously lowered the average appearance level of Tiansheng Palace!"

Xie Wuwang didn't make any sound for a while.

His eyelashes are very long, sweeping gently and slowly across her palm.

After a long while, he chuckled, his chest trembling tightly.

"Wrong." His voice was calm and cold, "You lost. Remember to consciously fulfill our agreement."

She dropped her eyes sadly.

"Xie Wuwang," she asked him strangely, dragging her voice, "why is your hand shaking?"

His ten fingers wrapped around her were almost embedded in her body, and the fingertips were trembling faintly.

His breath disappeared for a moment.

Then the hands stopped shaking.

"Is there?" He pushed her away from his arms casually and helped her stand firmly, "Illusion. You are shaking."

She moved the hand covering his eyes and found that there was no flaw in his eyes.

"Oh..." She was suspicious.

He lazily raised his eyebrows: "A Qing unexpectedly captured Mao Junjun alive, which really surprises me."

She actually came in and beat Mao Yingjun.

Surprises are false, but fear is true.

Ning Qingqing raised her small chin triumphantly and nodded at him: "Small. Going ahead and dealing with powerful enemies is not a big deal for our higher creatures."

Xie Wuwang's gaze fell to her whitish lips: "Injured?"

He raised his hand, while taking out his own robe from Qiankun's bag and draping it over her small body, while pressing her wrists, pursing his lips, he entered the spiritual power coldly.

At this moment, Ning Qingqing couldn't care about her injury. She blinked curiously and made eye contact with Xie Wuwang, wanting to know what happened in the mirror image on his side.

Unfortunately, Xie Wuwang didn't intend to satisfy her curiosity at all.

He looked down, as serious as an old imperial doctor.

Just now

Xie Wuwang came to this ruin and heard a sullen voice from behind the giant lotus.

Looking around, I saw the signs of fighting around him were extremely fierce, with mottled blood everywhere. However, when he arrived, the situation of the battle had already changed, from a spiritual bombardment to a close hand-to-hand fight.

The indulgent voices of men and women came one after another, and they could not tell whether it was pain or pleasure.

Xie Wuwang slid after Lian with a cold face. He wanted to kill Mao Yingjun and force Yun Shuimiao to confess, but suddenly found...

The situation before him has completely deviated from his expectations.

Even Xie Wuwang, who reacted very quickly and never hesitated, was stunned for a moment.

The men and women are too close, even if they hold their breath, they still feel that the surrounding air is sticky and unbearable.

It's not wrong that the female is Yun Shuimiao, but the male is not handsome.

Xie Wuwang sacrificed the dragon's Yao, the fierce sword came out of its sheath, screamed through the air, and pierced directly beside the entangled bodies of these two people. With a sound of "zheng", it sank into the mud layer, leaving only half of the sword body, and it spread out. The fierce anger awakened the addicted mandarin ducks.

As for whether it will surprise the man...

That is not something Daojun Master needs to consider.

Xie Wuwang gave them a moment to "calm down", then put them on their backs, holding hands, and asked briefly.

He didn't care about the affairs of the men and women. Knowing that Mao Yingjun, a madman, was sealed in the opposite mirror image, he shattered the barrier with flame power, intending to solve Mao Yingjun before talking about others.

Who could have imagined that Ning Qingqing stood behind the barrier. A red dress was torn a little, and his face was a little pale, but he couldn't hide the dazzling flying look.

And Mao Yingjun, who has been tied into a big ball, dangling behind her.

At this moment, he is still making a roar that does not sound like a human voice.

On his side, there is nothing to say. He wanted to hear her proudly show off her record.

Xie Wuwang's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes turned around Ning Qingqing.

She had put on his large white robe, which was tightly covered, only showing her slapped face.

He loosened her wrist pulse: "Internal injury, need to be recuperated."

The curious mushroom has no psychological influence on his own injuries.

She stood on tiptoe and looked behind Xie Wuwang.

Suddenly saw a hand sticking out from behind the lotus petal, holding Yun Shuimiao, who was unstable.

Yun Shuimiao's eyes flickered, her head hung down, and she leaned back weakly.

Ning Qingqing: "!"

It's obviously a story of two people, why did the hero become someone else's name?

She couldn't wait to pull her neck into hyphae, push her head far away, and go around the lotus petals to see who this man is.

I saw a corner of Tsing Yi flashed under the lotus petals, as calm as a lotus.