On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

The sun is shining today, Yuli Garden is filled with a light pear fragrance, and the wood glows with soft warm light in the sun, like a little fairyland left alone.

A figure passed by on Baiyu Mountain Road.

Xie Wuwang went and returned.

Ning Qingqing tilted his head slightly and looked at him in wonder.

Today's Xie Wuwang is indeed a bit strange. The weather is uncertain, come and go.

His lips were slightly strained, his eyes were dark and deep, and he could not see any emotions.

He just left in a hurry and said that he was going to deal with official affairs. She thought he would not be here for a while, but she knocked on her door again in a blink of an eye.

"you……"

He looked down and his voice was calm: "Check some old scrolls, don't worry about me."

As she said, she walked sideways by her without even rubbing her sleeves.

Ning Qingqing nodded slowly, drifted across the corridor and stepped onto the threshold of the main house.

Xie Wuwang's lazy voice came from behind: "The weather is so good, let's go to the wooden platform to get some sun."

Ning Qingqing looked back at him: "?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "You are in the house, I have no intention of doing things."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She saw his cold and distinct appearance just now, and thought he planned to keep some distance from her.

She held on to the door and tilted her head to look at him.

The East Chamber and the corridor have been burnt clean by him. Now there is only a book wall. Outside the book wall is a simple and atmospheric aisle and rain eaves. Xie Wuwang stands under the book wall, lined with scrolls on a wooden wall. It is very pleasing to make some romantic books.

Her gaze fell on the wall of the book, and saw that his slender, cold white fingers were supporting the spine of the book, powerful and free and easy.

She suddenly realized that it was not only the scholar who was pleased with the red sleeves.

When a good-looking man reads books, he shouldn't have an upright and serious temperament or vigor, which makes people want to get closer.

She wanted to be with him quietly.

The masculine mushroom stepped out of the main house and walked to the aisle under the book wall.

"I'll help you." She asked softly, "What do you want to check?"

Xie Wujiang took a half step back subconsciously.

Ning Qingqing: "???"

His black eyes moved slightly, and he calmly said: "No. You are busy with you. Go."

He took out a volume and flipped through it quickly.

"Oh..." She blinked, slowly lowered her shoulders, turned melancholy, and shuffled towards the small side door leading to the big wooden platform.

Rarely surprised, but ruthlessly rejected.

Just two steps out, a big hand suddenly fell on his shoulder.

His movements were a bit heavy, and his fingers held her tightly.

mushroom:"?"

She looked back in amazement, and saw his pupils shrink slightly, and a tight arc was pulled up at the corners of his lips, calling her aloud: "A Qing."

He teleported anxiously, and the heavy black robe lifted up and trailed behind him. When the voice fell, the hem of his clothes fell heavily and hit him like a wave.

Ning Mushroom was frightened by the battle: "...Huh?"

With her eyes facing each other, she vaguely found a lingering fear in his eyes.

He stared at her closely, but another picture remained in front of him-she was lost and curled up with her small shoulders, like a little animal that lost its nest and was soaked in the rain, leaving his world step by step. The East Chamber was clearly burned by him, and at that moment, the past and the present overlapped in front of his eyes.

He seemed to see her frustrated after being seriously injured.

The fingers on her shoulders pressed harder, turning her around and pushing her into his arms.

Ning Qingqing was caught off guard, and the tip of his nose slammed into his chest.

It's so hard.

Almost burst into tears.

"It's not to drive you away." He repeated a little faster than usual, "A Qing, it's not to drive you away."

The big hand pressed her back harder, as if to embed her into his body.

Ning Qingqing raised her face dazedly.

The eyes are facing each other.

"Xie Wuwang..." She lazily prolonged her voice, "This is my yard. Only I can drive you away, understand?"

He was in a daze for a moment, and his black eyes gradually regained his clarity, as if waking up from a bad dream.

"Heh." The corners of his lips curled up with pleasure, "Who built this yard? Cross the river and demolish the bridge?"

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She crossed the river and demolished the bridge, why is he happy?

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Ning Qingqing was completely stunned by his eight punches.

Seeing that she didn't mean to dodge, he took an inch, leaned over his head, and held her petal-like lips.

Xie Wuwang has never been gentle when eating her mushroom.

She could feel that he just wanted to kiss her tenderly, but the wildfire soon ignited the prairie, she was pushed against the wall of the book by him, and kissed.

The bookshelf and the spine of the book behind him are strange to the touch, a strange feeling.

She was tempted by his kiss.

His skills are extremely superb, and the cold fragrance is the most fascinating taste of mushrooms. She gradually lost her mind, unconsciously clutching his clothes, and responding to him softly.

She seldom responds to him, because every time she gets close, she will be overwhelmed by his stormy attacks, her response will always be slow, and she can only passively follow his rhythm.

Today, her performance was pretty good, probably because she had developed a passion for Xie Shu in advance, so she was a little bit daring.

Her gentle response made his breathing heavier, and the tall and heavy body pushed this small and soft mushroom against the wall of the book, leaving no gap.

When she felt that something was wrong with him, he gave a smirk in a low voice, and his thin lips rubbed her corners and fell to his ears.

"A Qing," a nice voice wandered around her ears, "Look, I'm so bad and so hard. There is no harm that I can't bear. At any time, just rest assured and hurt me, don't hurt yourself. ."

She was a little confused at the moment. The heartbeat is very fast, and the breathing is also chaotic. Listening to his words, I half understand.

She raised her hand to hold his handsome face and wanted to kiss him.

Xie Wuwang closed his hand in time.

He pressed her forehead and stepped back a foot away.

He said dumbly: "Don't let you stay here, just for fear of getting out of hand."

Ning Qingqing glutinously dragged his accent with an "um" cry.

She really likes the kisses just now. The heart is clearly moved and emotional, but it did not arouse the pain of the past.

She is being healed.

"I'll go to Damutai to practice." She said.

Her lips were bright red and slightly swollen after being kissed. It was clear that she was only speaking softly and calmly, but she seemed to be tender and angry.

Xie Wuwang's eyes dimmed, and he hugged her up, strode towards the wooden platform, and put her into the soft nest.

After enduring and forbearing, he finally stood up on the edge of the wooden nest and refused to leave the big wooden platform.

He has not forgotten that there are still important things to do today.

Watching his tall figure disappear behind the side door, Ning Qingqing returned to his senses and continued to deal with the small mountain demon pill.

She actually wanted to treat the living monster more, but now the situation outside is treacherous, the enemy is in the dark, and I am in the light. It is really not suitable to run around outside. She can only retreat and focus on promotion first.

I don't know what the duck cub is at this moment.

As she thought about it quietly, she simply solved one demon pill after another.

Xie Wuwang stood silent for a moment at the side door.

Seeing that she had begun to cultivate without distraction, his eyes flickered, his fingers in his sleeves moved slightly, his feet raised, and he walked to the front room.

His movements are extremely natural, opening the wooden drawers on the front and back of the bed like flowing water, closing his long eyes to remember for a moment, pursing the corners of his lips in disgust, and returning the clutter that she had gathered in one place one by one.

Demon pill, wood chips, butterfly wings, tough spider silk...

The ability to never forget is quite easy to use.

After placing the sundries and raising his hand, he poured out a pile of dead laurel branches from the Qiankun bag, stuffed all the wooden drawers full, and flicked a few fingers, which was no different from the original.

Look around, it's pretty satisfactory.

Next is the most important thing.

He smiled, and casually took out the rice paper with the words "Corporate Lixian" from his sleeve, and put it back in the small wooden grid.

Leave a gap.

After stepping back a few steps and checking it carefully, I was sure that there were no mistakes. Then I walked out of the main house contentedly, went to the east book wall to take out a few volumes, and read it casually.

When it was dark, it rained.

Ning Qingqing put the big wooden nest under the rain canopy to prevent it from getting wet, and then walked around into the main house.

When he passed the corridor, he took a special glance and saw that Xie Wuwang was still sitting on the wooden chair under the wall of the book reading, his expression was extremely focused.

She glanced at the dark sky and decided not to provoke him.

At night, this man will be extremely crazy.

She moved back into the room lightly, and as soon as she stepped into the bedroom, she noticed something was wrong.

She was very familiar with her own territory, glanced across it, and fixed her eyes on Xiao Mu Ge.

The small wooden grid was not closed tightly, and a thin gap was slightly opened. Through the gap, the white edge of a piece of rice paper can be seen.

She rolled her eyes and looked at the roof, lost in thought...

She remembered that the contents of the small wooden grid were also burned by Xie Wuwang in the daytime?

The confused mushroom stepped forward and opened the wooden grid, and saw the half-folded rice paper lying inside.

She covered her forehead and began to doubt Gusheng.

After a while, she reached out to touch the piece of paper. This was placed in the box when Xie Wuwang gave her roast potatoes last time. After eating the crispy and tasty potatoes, she easily put this piece of paper into the wooden grid-she is a one Mushrooms that are organized and have cultivated good habits will always keep them wherever they should be placed.

Take it out and open it to see that it is exactly the four big characters of "Corporate Lixian".

Xie Wuwang's words are as beautiful as his own.

Ning Qingqing touched her forehead again, and tilted her head to the left blankly. After a moment of confusion, she tilted her head to the right again.

"……misremembered?"

After thinking for a while, shook his head: "It is impossible to remember wrongly. He was a little angry when I asked Xie Wuwang at that time!"

The puzzled mushroom decided to disturb Xie Wuwang.

She embarrassedly walked to the window: "Xie Wuwang..."

He put down the booklet casually, and walked over.

Dazzling, he entered the room and came to her side: "What's the matter?"

She pointed to Xiao Mu Ge: "Didn't you burn that piece of paper?"

He tilted his head to look over, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Why do I burn it?"

"Not burned?" She stared suspiciously into his eyes.

Xie Wuwang laughed and looked open: "No."

"That's right." She looked at Xiao Mu Ge straightly, "How can I come back if I burn it...huh?"

She subconsciously looked at his profile, a faint gleam in her heart.

Xie Wuwang strode towards the bed and said, "The dead leaves will be full."

Ning Qingqing: "...Huh? Didn't you just clean up the day?"

Before he finished his words, he saw Xie Wuwang hand open the wooden drawers.

Full of twigs and debris.

Ning Qingqing: "..."

This is even more dizzy! full? Why is it full?

A confused mushroom leaned forward in amazement, protruding the hyphae, and pulled it over among the piles of dry branches and leaves.

She saw the demon pills, wood chips, butterfly wings, tough spider silks she had collected... They were buried in the pile of debris, and each of them was exactly what she looked like when she threw them in.

She looked at Xie Wuwang dazedly: "I remember I packed up all the useful things, and then you helped me burn the useless branches and leaves to make room?"

She couldn't help making gestures with her hands, carefully telling the scenes in her memory, even the details clearly.

The smile on Xie Wuwang's face is just right: "A Qing, you think by day, and dream by night-are you dreaming and expecting me to clean up the clutter for you?"

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She looked over and over in confusion. After looking at it for a long time, the more she looked at it, the more she doubted it, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that there was indeed only one explanation for dreaming.

Dealing with the spores was too boring and made her fall asleep.

"Tsk," Xie Wuzuo smiled and held her shoulders, "the world can't hope for such a thing as a dream come true. A Qing has great luck."

Ning Qingqing: "...Yes."

Hearing what he said, her mood also became very good, waving the mycelium happily, pulling a while among the six full wooden drawers, picking up all the things she needed to keep. Come out, then look at Xie Wuwang dazedly, blinking his eyes.

"I don't need the rest." She said in a dream tone with a little hesitation.

"Are you sure you don't want it?" Xie Wuwang's answer was no different from the one in his dream.

"OK." She nodded mistily.

Xie Wuwang started.

He did not frown like "Dream", nor did he hurt Xiao Mu Ge.

With a smile on his face, he burned the fallen leaves without rushing, then raised his hand to take out the piece of rice paper and opened it to take a look.

"Oh," he calmly said, "my words."