On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

"Then wait until you find it!"

Ning Qingqing was ashamed and angry. She got up and sat down at the end of the bed, far away from Xie Wuwang.

He got up with a smile, brushed down his wide sleeves, looked down, his eyes suddenly stopped.

He saw the small wooden lattice under the bed.

At this moment, the small wooden grid has not been completely closed, and a piece of rice paper can be vaguely seen between the first line of wooden gaps.

In the past, only his handwriting was there.

She cherishes every picture and keeps it.

It's all gone now.

He remembered very clearly that after her accident, the courtyard soon fell into ruin and withered, doors and windows opened, and the small wooden grid was blown away by the turbulent wind, taking away the words she had carefully preserved in the past.

She kept it for three hundred years, and every word he wrote to her was good for life, but it disappeared overnight. Finally, he reached out his hand and held only the word "li".

He could be sure that there was no more paper in it.

He narrowed his dark eyes slightly, his gaze paused above the gap, and it was difficult to move away.

She never asked him for handwriting again, so at this moment, whose words are... who are cherished by her in the small wooden grid?

He couldn't help frowning, and his mind was drawn across faces.

He knew very well in his heart that she and Jihuaizhou, Jiruxue, Demon King, Yinzhisu, Futuzi... and so on, did not have any personal affair with men and women, but as long as he thought of Xiao Mu Ge, who belonged only to him in the past, at this moment With another person's handwriting on it, his chest seemed to hold a ball of fire.

I want to reach out and see what happened, but he has scruples.

Do you care about a dignified master with a piece of rice paper? The price is not exempt.

Don't care about her.

Even if she used the small wooden grid that once only contained his handwriting to put other people's things, he would not be angry with her.

To be a man, be generous.

He deserves it.

He took two steps, had a pause, and turned to look at her.

"Aqing, there are fallen leaves in the yard again." He was expressionless, "Are you sure you don't need my help to deal with it?"

Ning Mushroom blinked and looked at him innocently.

Keen intuition told her that Xie Wuwang was in a bad mood at the moment.

Wasn't it okay when she just molested her? She tilted her head in confusion and decided not to fight him.

She stuck out the mycelium and touched the six wooden drawers on the front and back of the bed.

They are all packed.

Take care of the courtyard? After taking care of the courtyard, where should the fallen leaves be stuffed?

When she went to Ten Thousand Demon Pit a while ago, she also collected some beautiful furs of demon beasts, and she had to find a place to put them.

She slowly rolled her eyes and glanced at Xie Wuwang secretly.

His face is still not good.

Is this...desired dissatisfaction?

Ning Qingqing felt that she might be the truth. She was more careful and decided to follow him a little bit, so as not to make him beastly, it was her mushroom that suffered.

"Let me see." She climbed off the bed from the end of the couch, and stepped barefoot on the warm jade wood floor. After running, she pulled the wooden drawers apart one by one.

Sure enough, the wooden drawer was too full. Not only are there piles of dead branches and leaves, there are also some weird things.

She planed to the east and west. From the pile of fallen leaves, she uncovered a few particularly twisted demon pills, half-cut wood chips, butterfly wings that she picked up from somewhere, and a few tough spider silks with the thickness of a fishing rope...

She put these sundries into a wooden drawer, and then tilted her head to look at Xie Wuwang: "The other five wooden drawers can be handled."

He slowly lowered his eyes, and scanned the objects she had left behind, looking at one, his brows frowned.

Ning Qingqing knew what he was going to say as soon as he looked at his expression, and hurriedly explained: "It's useful to keep these! I've been busy recently and can't make time, otherwise I would have used these sundries to make a beautiful It’s a knickknacks!"

Xie Wuwang: "..."

Believe in her, there will be ghosts. In the past, the tatters he burned were not one thousand or eight hundred, and I never saw when she found that she had lost something.

Just about to speak, his eyes seemed to be small iron filings stuck by a magnet, and he unconsciously slashed across the small wooden grid, his deep gaze drilled down the small gap, and fell on the piece of rice paper for a moment.

He moved his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Is the rest of it useless?"

Ning Qingqing poked out the hyphae, shaved the dead branches and leaves, and then nodded, "It's useless!"

Xie Wu presumptuously nodded and burned the five wooden drawers clean.

Ning Qingqing sniffed the east and the west, and suddenly realized: "No wonder when I used to take care of the yard, I always had the illusion that you were back. It turned out to be the smell of fire hidden in the wooden drawer, which disappointed me many times."

His heart was gently pulled by a little sour hand.

He could imagine what she was like at the time-loving him with all his heart.

Now she has gone downhill.

She is very independent, which means that she alone can live well.

Xie Wuwang lowered his eyes to conceal the strange color, and said quietly, "I have made room for you, so I don't want to clean the yard?"

Ning Qingqing glanced at him secretly.

She was pretty sure that Xie Wuwang was still not right.

Step by step, she rubbed against the corridor, protruding mycelium and wind-rolling clouds that usually wrapped all the fallen leaves on the black soil layer back, and smoothly stuffed it into the wooden drawer he had just cleaned out.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Xiao Mu Ge, and felt something was wrong.

Last time, when she closed and pushed the cover, she didn't cover it tightly, and she didn't bother to move it again. She vaguely remembered that a small circle of white rice paper was exposed inside, but when she looked in at the moment, she could see the pear wood-colored grid at a glance.

"Huh?" She opened the wooden grid and found that the rice paper inside was missing.

She turned her head in a daze, and looked at Xie Wuwang inquiringly.

I saw that his face was still not very good, and when he received her gaze, he said flatly: "I didn't make you sure, except for the wooden drawer, everything else is useless. I will clean it up for you. What, what important objects were burned?"

"Ah..." Ning Qingqing nodded, "It's burned. It's okay."

Xie Wuwang stared at her, carefully looking at her expression.

He was pretty sure that there was no trace of sadness on her face.

He raised his eyebrows, and finally smiled lazily in his black eyes: "I have something to deal with, I'm going back."

"Oh..." Ning Qingqing was confused by this uncertain fellow.

The back of Xie Wuwang's departure was very anxious, as if rushing to do something important.

"Didn't you just wander around leisurely?" Ning Qingqing thought for a while and couldn't figure it out, so she didn't want to.

She laid back leisurely in the nest on the big wooden platform, and continued to swallow the spores in the demon pill to advance to the rank.

Xie Wuwei stepped out of the Yuliyuan enchantment calmly, without hurries, and then swept back to Qianyuan Palace in a flash.

He slowly sat on his Luang seat, pursed his lips for a moment, and calmly took out the folded rice paper from his sleeve.

Of course he will not burn it.

It's a matter of understanding.

He smiled casually, patted it on the imperial case, and tapped it lightly with his slender index finger.

If Ouchi Master Futuzi was here at this moment, he would definitely be keenly aware of Daojun's murderous aura, and then hold his breath, step back a little further, so as not to be affected by the fish.

Xie Wuwang's finger touched the side of the rice paper, as if to pick it apart, but he patted it back in disgust.

"Something." He laughed. "It's nothing."

No matter whose word it is, he will not be angry.

Will not be angry at all.

It doesn't matter. She just kept the paper there, no matter who it was in his handwriting, he wouldn't be bothered.

He pressed his fingertips on this piece of rice paper that he had crumpled a little, and he pondered for a moment. Daojun raised his chin proudly, emptied his eyes slowly, and opened it little by little.

I opened it, but didn't look at it.

He raised his head proudly, staring at the giant black stone gate in the distance and on the top of the temple for a while, then he took his gaze back indifferently and slowly dropped.

An unwilling heart in his chest started beating violently.

‘Pound, pound, pound, pound, pound! ’

He had to take a deep breath, making himself more indifferent, and then stared at the black letters on the white paper.

Startled.

"..."

"..."

Is his word—

"Corporal Respect"

This is... just after we got together, he gave her refined chalcedony and baked potatoes, afraid that she would be uncomfortable, so he thoughtfully wrote these words to distinguish the relationship.

It's his words...

He stared at these four beautiful characters for a while, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and chuckled softly.

The shot was out of control, and he burst into the imperial case with a smile.

After a while, I suddenly remembered how she had just said, "It's okay, it's okay," and she couldn't help but pump her heart, as if she had been punched.