On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Yin Zhi Su opened his eyes wide, and looked up at the high imperial steps.

I saw the man in a heavy black robe leaning on Yu'an lazily, looking down. The gaze seemed to be indifferent and arrogant at the same time.

The sound of the sound argues: "The goddess of Xiyin is in trouble, how can the Taoist sit on the sidelines?"

"Master of Yingu." Xie Wuwang said slowly with a sighing voice, "What is the goddess of Xiyin?"

Yin Zhishou said without hesitation: "A man of immortals who leads the world to bring the world down from danger to the emperor when he is born in chaos."

Xie Wuwang nodded clearly: "The **** who saves the world."

Yin Zhi Sudao: "Yes, Xiyin Goddess has a strong relationship..."

Xie Wuwang put up his palm and interrupted him: "If you can save the world, how can you not help yourself? The one that is hard to protect yourself is the mud bodhisattva. Fake immortal."

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Xie Wuwang leaned in to help the case and said: "The Lord of Yingu is safe and restless. If it is a real god, it will turn into good fortune. If he can't come back, the monarch will not bother to pretend to be the goddess of Xiyin with a dead person. pass."

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Yin Zhi Su is not good at words, knows that it is wrong but has no way to argue, confused and unconsciously following Xie Wuwang's meaning.

The goddesses of Xiyin in the past have been held and offered by the mighty powers of the world, standing in the highest point with golden light and pointing the country, they have a chance to see the first opportunity and are firmly in the altar of the gods.

The last goddess Yuyao did not get such treatment, because Xie Wuwang was the one who calmed the world.

Xie Wuwang's body was too slaughter, and all his commanders were like mad dogs, stubbornly conquering, ignoring any goddess or prophecies.

The goddess Yuyao of Xiyin has become a big idler, and she travels around with nothing to do to meet Yin Zhi Su.

Since then, the goddess of Xiyin has already stepped down from the altar. Today's Yun Shuimiao is even worse. Qianyuan Palace was publicly embarrassed by Xie Wuwang. He was deprived of himself in the Medicine Master Lotus Realm. He was also taken abducted by Mao Yingjun twice. The goddess fame was simply defeated by her. It's polished.

Coupled with the clumsy reversal of black and white in the night of the bridal chamber...

Can Yun Shuimiao be a real god? Speaking of this, even Yin Zhi Su wanted to laugh.

When Yin Zhi Su doubted his life in Qianyuan Hall, his newlywed wife Yun Shuimiao was shivering in the depths of a dark and damp cave.

Yun Shuimiao was terrified. Every time the ugly big man Mao Yingjun walked over, he would use a metallic spiritual drill to pierce her meridians. The method was extremely cruel. It felt like ten thousand needles were piercing her body continuously, making her miserable.

Last time, he actually pierced her soft internal organs with golden spiritual power twisted like a spike. Although it was only a moment, it was so painful that her soul ascended to the sky-Mao Yingjun used a special method, the pain was severe but did not cause a coma, only Suffer from life.

He listened to what he meant, if she didn't confess the secrets of Xiyin, he would deal directly with her viscera next time.

Thinking of the sudden inhuman pain, Yun Shuimiao's fingers and toes were cramping, and his chest was convulsed with horror.

She didn't understand why there are such terrifying people in the world.

The divine light on her had no effect on him, no matter how she begged, he would not be moved.

Two hours ago, she had already given up, ignoring his ugliness, said a lot of nasty love words to him, and also pulled off the collar to flatter him, but he snorted coldly, and took a heavy stride away from her side. Go to the entrance of the cave again.

It's simply not oil and salt.

Yun Shuimiao was very wronged. It's not that she didn't want to tell Mao Yingjun Xiyin's secret, but she really couldn't tell it. That period of experience was like being obscured by a gray fog. If I wanted to remember, my mind became blank.

She begged him to give her a drop of blood so that she could send him to Xiyin and let him see it for himself. But he didn't follow it.

She had said everything that should or shouldn't be said, and she couldn't do anything next time.

Listening to the rustling fighting sound coming from the entrance of the cave, her heart and liver trembled, hoping that the sound would never stop-this place is located under the demon abyss, Mao Yingjun must clean up the surrounding monsters in order to free up a little Time to clean up her.

‘Come and save me somebody! Anyone can do...’ She mourned again and prayed to God.

If she had known that the goddess of Xiyin couldn't fascinate Xie Wuwang, and would attract a terrible man like Mao Yingjun, why did she rush to suffer this sin?

"Boom—" The whole cave was shaking.

A huge black shadow came over, covering the few rays of sky light that passed through the opening in the distance.

Yun Shuimiao trembled all over and shrank into a ball.

There was a lesson before, she didn't dare to cry, she didn't dare to cry, she just bit her lips tightly, and tried her best to shrink to the deepest corner of the cave.

"Woo-hum-boom -"

A cold gust of wind rushed towards her with a strong smell, and set off her disheveled hair.

Yun Shuimiao's heart jumped and raised his eyes, only to see a giant demon tentacle twisted by hundreds of demon corpses smashing the top of the cave, sweeping towards her hiding place indiscriminately.

That's it!

She lost her voice in horror.

Seeing this extremely terrifying and weird giant touch, she was about to smash her on the wall of the cave. Suddenly, an incandescent light flashed by, and a tall and burly figure slammed heavily, slamming the giant touch aside. He rushed to her side, holding her arm like a little chicken, picking her up and holding her under his ribs.

He grinned, "I haven't yelled like this, it's pretty good."

In the screaming sound of monsters, this voice sounded particularly masculine. Yun Shuimiao's heart trembled, and he secretly raised his eyes to look at him, only to see a black rat-like monster biting on his shoulder, and he didn't have time to deal with it. The expression on that ugly face is still fierce, but for some reason, it looks much pleasing to the eye at the moment.

His voice echoed in her mind.

Very good... Very good...

He carried her and swept out of the Demon Abyss.

Behind him was full of monsters, large and small, covering the sky and sun, like a black sandstorm.

He was so fierce that he killed all the monsters close to him, and when he fought all the way to the seal of the Demon Abyss, she had never suffered even a fingernail-sized injury.

He was desperately protecting her.

In fact, he just wanted to know Xiyin's secret, not really embarrassing her. Blame it, only that she couldn't tell the secret and couldn't satisfy him.

When he reached the seal, the extremely cold man shook away the monster he was chasing behind with his backhand, and asked her in a cold voice, "Going outside, do you want to escape?"

He was wounded and murderous.

Yun Shuimiao shook his head like a rattle without hesitation.

"If you meet someone, can you ask for help?" he asked again.

She continued to shake her head.

"Very good." He grinned, "Dare to run, dare to speak, and you will regret it. As long as you are obedient, I will not embarrass you."

After that, he grabbed her and grabbed the seal.

She couldn't help but said weakly: "I'll help you bandage the wound."

"No need." Mao Yingjun coldly refused, "Say, how can I get rid of this stuff from you, it smells disgusting."

Yun Shuimiao was startled first, and after realizing that he was talking about divine light, there was a strange comfort in his heart-it was not enough to dislike her.

She didn't realize that the eyes she looked at this man were not entirely panic and fear, but rather strange and solemn affection.

She had never met such a man. Compared with this ugly man, Yin Zhi Su was as faint as a transparent piece of paper, only worthy of being used as a pastime in times of wind and snow.

Yun Shuimiao looked at Mao Yingjun and told him honestly: "Dong Haihou once told me that the light must be saved, and at most ten people will worship me, and then it will be exhausted."

"How many times have you used it?"

Yun Shuimiao's voice was even smaller: "Three...three times."

Xie Wuwang, Yin Zhisu, Mao Yingjun.

It is a pity that neither Xie Wuwang nor Mao Yingjun were affected, and they were fascinated by the most useless sound.

Thinking about this, Yun Shuimiao's feelings for Yin Zhishou changed from a light male and female relationship to full resentment. What is his use? If I knew today, I was willing to have never been saved by him!

Fortunately, she didn't know that even Yin Zhi Su, which she most looked down upon, had not been confused by her mind, otherwise she would really vomit blood three liters.

"Where is Donghaihou?" Mao Yingjun asked with a calm face.

Yun Shuimiao lowered his head in shame: "I don't know, he will only look for me when he has ordered. I once learned that he often goes to the area around Yingfangzhou, but I really don't know anything else."

The word "concubine body" is delicate and soft, and it is inadvertently flattering.

It's a pity that Mao Yingjun is completely puzzled by the style. He frowned and slapped her with a palm.

Yun Shuimiao felt like he had been hit by an anvil in the back of his head, his eyes were black, and he didn't know the personnel.

"Ying Fangzhou."

After receiving the news from Mao Yingjun, Xie Wuwang successfully knocked on the door of Yuliyuan once again, leaned on the window couch, and talked to Ning Qingqing leisurely.

"In another half a month, there should be movement on the Buddha's side." He looked at her, "I will take a trip to the distant sea. There are some unpredictable risks in this trip. Then you will stay in the palace and take care of me. News from all parties."

Ning Qingqing nodded, and then asked strangely: "I thought you gave up the submarine fetish of Yingfangzhou. Isn't it even you can't approach it?"

He raised his cold white jaw higher: "Xie never knew how to write the word ‘give up’."

The proud look is very disgusting.

Without waiting for her to curl his lips, he approached her with a smile, and explained: "I ordered them to set up the Qianluo Strangulation Formation, and peeled off the chaotic turbulence outside the seal formation. Only after receiving the news, he could see the formation. His fetish is a halberd."

"Get it, aren't you invincible?" She stared at him.

Xie Wuwang laughed: "Am I not now?"

Ning Qingqing: "..."

As far as the face is concerned, it is truly invincible in the world.

"A Qing." He got up, walked over to her, sat down naturally, and took her shoulders.

"Huh?" She turned her head slowly to look at him.

He looked around the pear-scented bedroom.

"I built the courtyard."

Ning Qingqing looked at him puzzled: "I know."

"Corridors, wooden slats, window couches..." He swept across slowly, "It's strong everywhere."

After Ning Qingqing was a little startled, her cheeks became hot.

Last time in the wooden nest, she refused to get close to him on the excuse of reluctant to destroy the wooden nest, so he said that the courtyard is strong...

She rolled her eyes slowly, trying to pretend she didn't understand.

But his dark gaze stared at her so scorchingly, and when he traversed her hot face, the corners of his lips made a smile that seemed like nothing.

You can't pretend to be stupid.

Xie Wuwang has always been this way, full of aggressiveness, and if he catches a flaw inadvertently, he will get a fatal blow.

His big hands slowly tightened, and he held her body toward him inch by inch.

The thin lips fell to the top of her hair, tossing and turning tenderly.

He was extremely patient, and infiltrated her a little bit with the temperature and breath of his body.

"A Qing," his voice rang unhurriedly, "try it, if you feel unwell, stop at any time."

He tilted his head, almost to her ear.

"I won't hold your hand."

This sentence is so deep and concise, it is even more terrible to think of the deep meaning in the words.

Really don't, just draw circles on him.

Her heart beats faster, and she can't think of a reason for rejection.

His big hand covered it, and lightly landed on the back of her hand.

She looked down and saw that his complexion was white to transparent, his blue veins were much more conspicuous than before, his five fingers looked more slender, and the bamboo-like finger bones and knuckles were hard and beautiful.

This is a bipolar hand that can fan the flames.

She has deeply understood its terrible point.

The air around her didn't seem to be enough, and her panting gradually became anxious. It was clear that she was just gently covering her hands, and her chest had begun to ache.

Xie Wuwang didn't plan to return without success today.

With his fingers tightened, he pulled her into his arms and pecked her lips heavily.

"Not speaking is acquiescence." There was a deep smile in his voice.

She opened her eyes and opened her mouth to argue, but he was waiting for the opportunity to kiss her, and the kiss was extremely deep.

Taking advantage of her loss of consciousness, he hugged her sideways and strode towards the bed.

She raised her hand to touch his sturdy chest, her fingertips trembling lightly, wandering between a few millimeters, as if drawing some messy, undecided circles.

He put her into the Yunsi quilt, and kissed her again.

The extremely superb kissing skills made her shudder.

He knew her well and knew how to sink her completely.

There seemed to be a string stretched in her body, pulling her fingertips, shaking constantly.

She waited nervously for his further movements.

After a long while, he slowly backed away.

She became more nervous and held her breath subconsciously.

After waiting for a while, there was a very gentle chuckle.

She secretly opened her eyes and saw him leaning on the edge of the bed, a pair of dark, narrow eyes flashing with a pleasant smile.

Ning Qingqing: "...Huh?"

"Isn't it uncomfortable?" He curled up his mouth, smiling very well and badly.

A slender finger raised lazily, and nodded her lips.

"It seems A Qing has adapted to kissing me." He smiled firmly.

Ning Qingqing: "!"

She was stunned by this straightforward sentence.

There was a hint of warmth in hindsight, which was really not uncomfortable at all.

"It's not because of adaptation," she murmured, "you made the fraud."

"What trick?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, his face as thick as a brick wall.

Just as she was about to speak, suddenly an excited spirit reacted.

If she said that she thought he was going to do something else, wouldn't he just say "Since you have such a request, it is as you wish"?

She is not fooled.

She pressed her lips and looked at him with silent condemnation.

He raised his hand and stroked her hair.

He was serious and thoughtful: "The two evils are the lesser one. If you are more afraid, you won't resist kissing."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

Why did she lie on the bed and listen to him talk about such a shameful topic?

He sighed softly: "Unfortunately, there is nothing else that can be more terrible and more ecstasy than that one."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She was sure that Xie Wuwang would definitely take the second place without a trace, considering the thickness of her face.