On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

"No wonder...no wonder..."

Huang Xiaoquan's eyes were empty, and he murmured softly.

He bowed his body very slowly and stared at Ning Qingqing's sleeping face.

He was just controlled by the lore of Xie Wuwang's obsession, and he didn't lose his mind. Reunited with Ning Qingqing today, he can clearly feel that she is still the carefree and very capable Zhuyeqing.

Wearing a bunny head, smiling lazily and badly, exactly the same as when she was a girl.

He felt wrong at the time and wondered if she had lost her memory.

Unexpectedly, she actually died once.

"So after Nirvana, she forgot about you?" Huang Xiaoquan smiled blankly, "Very well, you deserve it."

The hand hanging to his side was clenched into a fist, and his eyes slowly passed over Xie Wuwang's heart.

This man who was gazing at the world seemed undefended at the moment. He knelt on one knee, his laughter was sad and lonely, like a lone wolf who had lost everything.

"Crack." Huang Xiaoquan's finger bones made a crisp sound.

With a sharp pain, he grabbed his intent to kill.

He had just heard that Nirvana was Xie Wuwang. He could have had a chance to rebirth from Nirvana, but he gave it to Ning Qingqing. As a man, Huang Xiaoquan knew very well in his heart, how could he give her all his life if it weren't for extreme love?

Can give her life, but hurt her like that.

Love affairs are really unclear, and others can't get in.

Huang Xiaoquan stared at Xie Wuwang, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The **** man made a low, hoarse voice: "I hurt her."

Huang Xiaoquan lowered his gaze: "Xie Wuwang, if I were you, I would definitely stay away from her. Let her be so happy and never think of those painful things!"

Xie Wuwang stood up slowly, his upright body swaying slightly, turning the face that seemed to be unstable, and meeting Huang Xiaoquan's eyes.

His thin lips were slightly aroused, and his voice was soft and strong: "Leave her? Impossible. Only I can heal her injuries."

Huang Xiaoquan's pupils contracted and held his breath unconsciously.

Everyone knows that Xie Wuwang is king and powerful.

Everyone knows that the Taoist monarch has a superb cultivation base, standing on the top of the world's strong.

Today Huang Xiaoquan has personally learned, and Xie Wuwang's ruthlessness is unparalleled in the world.

A strong, cold, and terrifying man like a demon, but with a face like a celestial being, with an irresistible aura that makes people unable to ignore, and that... desperate love and dominance.

This man is too rich and colorful, and the traces he left behind cannot be smoothed out by others.

Huang Xiaoquan felt tight in his chest, turned his face awkwardly, and looked at Ning Qingqing on the soft couch.

This snake is very deceptive. At this moment, she closed her sly eyes, and she looked so gentle and beautiful as a small group of warm light, which made people want to hold her in her heart and take care of her with her life.

"Really?" Huang Xiaoquan listened to his dry voice, "You are too confident. She stays here and I can give her everything. What you can give her outside, I can give it here."

Xie Wuwang only smiled softly.

He didn't need to say anything, Huang Xiaoquan already felt a deep weakness.

"When... I hadn't been too reserved... How can you do anything! Obviously I knew her first, and our childhood sweethearts have reached the age..." Huang Xiaoquan held his hair violently, and slapped twice in place. Turn.

He recalled the scene when Xie Wuwang abducted Ning Qingqing.

At first, no one knew the true identity of Xie Wuwang, only thinking that he was a child of a family who came out to hunt for beauty.

Huang Xiaoquan didn't want to watch Zhu Yeqing be deceived, he sneaked up to Qingcheng Mountain, while despising himself, while learning Zhu Yeqing's appearance, he climbed onto the tree and peeped at her yard.

In the end, he did not see Xie Wuwang tricking the little girl, but instead saw him instruct her to practice swords like a strict master.

She had a small face, and her trembling arms wailed.

"Liar~" Her voice was shaky, "It's a lie to practice it last time! How many times have it been!"

Xie Wuwei knocked his scabbard coldly on her arm, which was secretly lowered.

"It doesn't count as laziness, do it again. One last time." The voice was cold and severe.

Xie Wuwang was expressionless, but Huang Xiaoquan on the tree found a beautiful and dazzling smile in his black eyes.

I saw Ning Qingqing flattened her mouth aggrievedly, and muttered irresponsibly: "With my strength, it is more than enough to crush the three dogs, okay? If there is peace today, there is no need for me to save the people, why should I? Can't you live with yourself? I have been practicing for a whole day, I should rest! Hey! I want to sleep!"

"One last time. Start." Xie Wuwang remained unmoved.

Then... over and over again, every time she had to get some moths, and she was punished again.

At the back, even Huang Xiaoquan, who was squatting on the tree, could hardly stand it anymore. He couldn't wait to jump down and grab the hand of that stupid woman, let her practice it honestly and then regain her freedom.

Until the moon climbed up the treetops, she finally managed to fool the past by the night.

Throwing the sword, she leaned on the gate of the courtyard and watched Xie Wuwang leave, then curled her eyes and smiled like the most cunning snake.

"Hey, I rubbed him for another whole day." She smirked, her shoulders trembling slightly, "He is so good-looking, so fragrant! I will continue to be lazy tomorrow, relying on him. In short, since I promised To teach me a set of swordsmanship, he has to teach it by hand! Hehehehe..."

Huang Xiaoquan: "..."

Thinking of the past is even more heartbreaking.

He looked at the hateful man before him bitterly.

At this moment, Xie Wuwang was wounded and his robe was soaked in blood, but he was still very annoying.

Xie Wuwang's eyes moved slightly, and he said quietly: "I still want to know the scene where her heart died."

Huang Xiaoquan has complicated eyes.

After a long while, he sneered: "Do you still have blood to vomit?"

Xie Wuwang smirked gently: "Don't bother."

While waiting for Huang Xiaoquan to create a paradox, Xie Wuwang stared at Ning Qingqing's sleeping face, flashing past scenes in his mind like a revolving lantern.

Looking back now, he realized that he actually had many opportunities to pull her back from the edge of the cliff.

When he brought her the weakest after Nirvana back to Yuliyuan, she once trembled and glanced at Dongxiang. He hugged her and could clearly perceive the slightest tremor of the body. He knew that her heart would still ache and her body would curl up subconsciously. At that time, he could clearly explain, let her know that he and the woman had nothing, but he did not speak, but let her laugh with self-deprecating laughter.

He didn't explain Mushroom's death to her. He was full of cold heart at the time, he was only annoyed at her willful run away and lost her life. He failed to notice her cry of blood, and his emotions had slipped to the edge of collapse-his life was not going well, he was wandering through thorns and blood all the way Coming here, emotions are the most useless and worthless thing on that cold road of killing. He has never taken care of anyone's emotions, he will only stabb her with bruises and bruises with a cold knife, forcing her to mature and sober.

He didn't realize that it was right until a faint smile appeared on her face and her eyes completely lost the light. But even at that time, he still arrogantly believed that her request for peace was only a momentary willfulness, and she was just arguing with him and negotiating terms. He didn't take it seriously, but made an irreparable mistake.

Then make mistakes again and again.

He pushed her down the bottomless abyss with an extreme love, and when she finally reached out to him in despair, he did not hold her, instead pierced her heart time and time again with a cold knife.

——Don’t you want to listen to lies?

--Yes.

——Done the question? Satisfied?

Every time, he had the opportunity to pull her back and put her in his arms to comfort him, but he didn't.

She is very smart and very sensitive. She accepts all his good and his bad.

She let go of her hand just so painful, she sank into the darkest despair.

How could he think that the tears from the corners of her eyes were because of joy?

She was right, that Ning Qingqing, who loved him with all her body and mind, was dead, and died on that day.

He didn't actually need to look anymore and knew what she had gone through.

But he still has to see it with his own eyes.

He deserves it.

White light gradually flooded. The delusion is generated in front of the eyes.

The waves swayed, and the old days reappeared.

Xie Wuwang looked at what Ning Qingqing had experienced numbly.

She fell asleep very thoroughly.

The pale little face was flushed, the lips were red and slightly swollen, and the soft and petite body was nestled in the Yunsi quilt, looking innocent and pitiful.

On the pillow was the "letter" he left for her.

He was dignified, and left two lines on her underwear——

[Qingcheng Mountain, just stay. ]

[If you are obedient, by your husband's side, you are the only one from now on. ]

How ironic.

Her breathing gradually became rapid, she looked tired and thirsty, and she moved her lips unconsciously, wanting to find water.

She was caught in a nightmare, struggling weakly.

Gradually, her body was covered with magic patterns, and she finally woke up in horror, subconsciously asking him for help, only to find that he was not by her side.

She struggled to get up, grabbed the clothes next to the pillow and put it on her body indiscriminately.

She fell off the bed, knocked over the jade basin, and lay on the ground covered with debris. Those little hands that had warmed him countless times weakly grasped the soil on the ground, leaving traces of despair after another. .

What was he doing at that time? He sat high on his Luang seat, threw the sound transmission mirror in the corner of the imperial case, and waited for her to figure it out and convinced him to transmit the sound.

The images in front of me overlap. On the one hand, he carelessly controls his boundless power, on the other hand, she is stubbornly surviving, resisting the erosion of the devil's poison, and dragging her heavy body out...

His heart is extremely stuffy, and his suffocation feels like a giant hand, grabbing his heart and crushing it fiercely.

Such pain is unprecedented.

He couldn't help but wonder if Huang Xiaoquan took the opportunity to attack him, stabbed a blunt knife into his heart, and then smashed it into pieces.

Extremely painful, so numb.

He suddenly remembered another scene. That day he returned with the woman with a flower on her forehead. She floated back into the house like a wandering soul, drinking tea cup after cup. Her expression was numb, like a wooden person, dumbfounded, and didn't look painful.

It turns out that it doesn't hurt.

The pain is extreme, it is numbness.

Finally, she had no strength.

She finally made a profit, and then collapsed softly in the debris on the ground. The gray and black umbrella cap was just next to her face. At the last moment, her mushrooms depended on her for life.

"I don't want to...become a monster..."

A drop of crystal clear tears slipped and penetrated into the rotten mushroom remains.

"Rainy!"

She opened those beautiful eyes, and in her dilated pupils, two tiny sparks gleamed immortally, like the seeds of life struggling to move forward in the wind, pliable and unyielding, and resisting death without compromising to magical thoughts.

...

Desperate situation is broken.

Huang Xiaoquan laughed out loud, laughing more and more wildly.

He stepped back step by step, while backing up, while raising his sleeves, he swayed out of the whirlwind of power.

Among the ruins, the ruined walls slowly erected with his movements, and the broken glazed jade sand flowed back like a waterfall, finely returning to its original position.

The collapsed giant halls and mountains stand again, and the broken ground is restored like a mirror.

The voice of birds, the fragrance of flowers bursts.

Huang Xiaoquan's figure gradually faded into the prosperous scene, leaving only an emotional voice——

"Xie Wuwang, I have pity on you."

Everything around was restored as before, mocking Xie Wuwang.

He can't go back.

She was so beautiful, lying quietly in front of him, as if she was at your fingertips, but she was close at hand.