On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom - Chapter 110

Ning Qingqing knocked on Wu Xiaqi’s door.

This second elder sister is graceful and graceful, with a slender and slender figure. She looks like a Xiaojiabiyu. In fact, she has a hot temper and a loud voice. When she speaks, she can always scare people she doesn’t know.

I haven’t seen it for many days, Wu Xiaqi is even thinner, holding the door frame with one hand and holding the door with the other, looking at Ning Qingqing nervously.

Ning Qingqing’s heart was suddenly full of sourness.

Wu Xiaqi in front of her, described as thin, her brows and eyes were full of gloom and defensiveness, and she looked like the gloomy and dull freak Huang Xiaoyun in the crowd.

There was a long silence, Wu Xiaqi pulled her lips suddenly, and said lightly: “They don’t believe me, Xiao Qing’er, how about you?”

Ning Qingqing was startled.

Last time I met Wu Xiaqi, her first sentence was also this.

Facts have proved that Wu Xiaqi really misunderstood the wrong person, and Yin Chaofeng is not a good person who has been wronged, he is just a beast.

Before Ning Qingqing could speak, Wu Xiaqi shook her head and continued: “No one will believe me. You go, don’t worry about me.”

She is about to close the door.

Ning Qingqing raised her hand to the door: “You didn’t say anything, how do you know if I believe it or not?”

Wu Xia Qi fixedly looked at her for a long time, and her hollow eyes made Ning Qingqing’s hyphae stand up one by one.

“Come in.” Finally, Wu Xiaqi walked away from her side.

Ning Qingqing looked back at her back. No one was seen, but she could feel that she was under Xie Wuwang’s protection.

With him, there is no worries in the back.

She stepped into Wu Xiaqi’s house. Wu Xiaqi covered the windows with a black cloth. There was no light in the wooden house. It was very messy and accumulated dust after a long time without cleaning.

The air was muddy, and although it was a female boudoir, it also had a faint smell of decadence.

“Sit down,” Wu Xiaqi said, “it’s not clean anywhere.”

Ning Qingqing: “…” Wu Xiaqi, who felt familiar instantly, was back again.

“I have read all of Yin Chaofeng’s files.” Wu Xiaqi said, “When I saw the second victim, I knew Yin Chaofeng was a male cousin.”

Ning Qingqing: “…” It really was a familiar second senior sister.

Mushroom can’t help feeling strange, isn’t the smart Wu Xiaqi already thinking about it? Then why…

She looked up, but saw Wu Xiaqi staring at her again.

The room was dim and the atmosphere was terribly weird.

Ning Qingqing felt that her cheeks were covered with tiny thunder and lightning, causing bursts of numbness, chills in the back of her head, and the whole mushroom was not good.

“Laugh, why don’t you laugh?” Wu Xiaqi asked lightly.

Ning Qing Qingmao was horrified: “…why do I want to laugh?”

Shengsheng was scared out of the cub’s voice.

Wu Xiaqi stared at her for a while, tugging at the corners of her lips in a self-deprecating way, and sat on the wooden couch “boom”, stirring up dust in half of the room.

All this is completely different from the pre-conceived idea of ​​mushrooms.

She originally thought that Wu Xiaqi was invaded by her heart demon because she couldn’t let go of Yin Chaofeng, but looking at the current situation, it didn’t seem to be the same thing.

Ning Mushroom asked cautiously: “Since you already know that Yin Chaofeng is a bad person, why do you still think that the brothers and sisters are going to harm you?”

“Ask me?” Wu Xiaqi pointed to her nose and laughed weirdly, “I want to ask you again? What are you trying to do? Do you have to kill me to be reconciled?”

Ning Qingqing: “…”

She looked at Wu Xiaqi carefully, and saw that although Wu Er’s expression was slightly mad, she couldn’t find any traces of insanity.

So is the poor Senior Sister Wu going crazy?

Mushroom lowered the corner of his eyes melancholy, and asked melancholy, “What happened?”

Wu Xiaqi stared at her for a while, curling her lips mockingly: “At first it was the fifth child. When no one saw him, he always smiled at me gloomily. I asked him, but he didn’t admit it. Later, the old eighth, the old tenth. Like him, Liu always appeared in front of me when I wasn’t paying attention, smiling like that gloomily. I told Master, but they all cried out injustice and defended each other. In the end, no one believed me.”

Ning Qingqing blinked.

Back to Qingcheng Mountain today, she had seen all these senior brothers and sisters. When they were driving halfway, their postures were one by one and one by one skillful, which was really indistinguishable from “ghostly”.

Wu Xiaqi collapsed on the pile of dusty mattresses, and continued: “After that… there will be more people. Xiao Qing’er, can you imagine that a group of people suddenly swept their heads and looked around when everyone was crowded in the square. What does it feel like to look at you with a dark smile?”

Ning Mushroom shook his head tremblingly.

“Sometimes, they have a good conversation. As soon as I walked over, they were silent, and then they slowly turned their heads one by one, just like that…Look at me…” Wu Xiaqi cried her mouth as if she was crying.” Look at me… laugh.”

Hearing what she said, Ning Qingqing was already numb all over the mushroom.

“Everyone, who is there?”

“Who is there?” Wu Xiaqi broke her trembling fingers and counted one by one, “Five, six, seven, eight, twelve, fourteen, eighteen…I can’t count it, I can’t count it at all!”

Her emotions were close to collapse.

Ning Qingqing listened to the handsome Eighteen Senior Brother talking about Wu Xiaqi.

Each of these people named by her looked much more normal than her.

When Ning Qingqing was thinking about it, Wu Xiaqi stared at her with a nervous look.

“Xiao Qing’er, you said, can I go out.” Wu Xiaqi asked quietly.

Ning Qingqing shook her head subconsciously.

After thinking for a moment, Ning Qingqing said, “I want to see with my own eyes what is going on. Sister Wu, can you walk around, I will follow you quietly.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaqi’s expression immediately became even more weird.

Just when Ning Qingqing thought she was going to refuse, Wu Xiaqi grinned her lips and said, “Okay. If you see it with your own eyes, you will believe me, won’t you?”

“Yeah.” Ning Qingqing nodded, “Let me see what’s going on.”

If it is hysteria, you have to take medicine quickly. If there are any demons, then demons should be cast down as soon as possible.

“Let’s go.” Wu Xia Qi raised her chin.

After staying in this dim and stuffy room for a long time, Ning Qingqing felt uncomfortable all over. Hearing the word “go” immediately seemed amnesty, and hurried to open the door.

“Little Qing’er,” Wu Xiaqi suddenly said behind her, “what do you think of Little Junior Sister?”

Ning Qingqing was puzzled and turned back: “It’s pretty good.”

In the dark room, Wu Xiaqi’s eyes lit up.

Crazy light.

“So you and her are the same.” Wu Xia Qi laughed.

The words were still there, the sword on the table had been grasped in his hand, the sharp sword was unsheathed, and Ning Qingqing was stabbed with a “zheng”!

Ning Qingqing: “???”

The first thought that came up in my mind was—Senior Brother Eighteen mistaken me!

It’s said that Wu Er is a lunatic, not a lunatic Wu?

The sharp sword light dazzled.

Behind him, the door of the house opened, and a tall and tall figure swept in, quickly surpassing the light.

Ning Qingqing was brought into her arms by the irresistible force. She raised her face, just in time to see the sun shining from behind Xie Wuwang, lining him with a gold border.

He embraced her with his right arm, his long arm was strong, his body was stiff, and his sense of security was accompanied by cold fragrance, which made people unconsciously distressed.

He raised his hand, intending to squeeze Wu Xiaqi’s sword, but suddenly realized that Jianxiu’s sword was their life, so he stopped his hand and let the point of the sword pierce his chest and abdomen.

“Ding.”

Don’t make an inch.

He raised his sleeves and swung his sword away, stunned Wu Xiaqi, lifted it up with one hand, and threw it on the bed like a baby chicken.

“Boom!” The old dust on the bed was all over the room.

Xie Wuwang showed disgust and raised his wide sleeves to cover Ning Qingqing’s mouth and nose.

She nestled in his vain embrace, feeling her body small and soft by him.

He is like a mountain, steep and reliable.

She pursed her lips gently, her mood was a little messy, like a bunch of knotted mycelium, although she could pull it apart, she lazily didn’t want to move.

Ears stood up slightly, waiting for him to speak.

After a long while, Xie Wuwang said in a cool tone: “I know she has a problem, don’t you have a snack? When I teach you, I always wander away from the sky. Now it’s good, a small infant, you are helpless!”

Mushroom: “…” This is not the result she wanted!

She obviously handed him a script for the hero to save the United States, and he just wanted to act as a master.

Forget it.

Without waiting for him to continue to speak loudly, Ning Qingqing had gotten out of his arm, far away from him.

She leaned to the edge of the black bed and looked at Wu Xiaqi carefully.

Ning Qingqing had heard of similar symptoms. For example, after some women give birth to a child, because they love their children, they think that everyone around them will hurt or take her child away. There are also people who have been hurt, who have left serious wounds in their hearts, and think that everyone who is close to them is ill-intentioned.

“Is it because I was too irritated, so I mistakenly thought that others would harm me?” she asked.

“Not necessarily.” Xie Wuwang approached slowly.

He was too vigorous, and standing next to the bed, the heavy pressure immediately caused Wu Xia Qi, who was unconscious, to frown uncomfortably, and her body curled up.

“Long Yao is about to become a spirit.” He said, “Once you become a spirit, it can help you enter her memory screen and see with your own eyes.”

Long Yao is not an artifact.

In the early years, Xie Wuwang’s killing spirit was too heavy, and the sword he used would be sharp within a few months. He threw these worn-out swords into the Universe Bag, and when they were empty, he used them as waste and recast them into new swords. It took hundreds of years to come and go, and suddenly this heavy blunt sword was cast in one day, and it was quite good to use.

——No matter how ruined it is, it can’t be done badly.

So it became Xie Wuwang’s destiny fairy sword.

Such a hodgepodge of sword followed Xie Wuwang step by step, condensing his sword intent to kill, and the evil spirit of the dead soul under the sword, to this day, the sword spirit is finally about to be condensed.

With the sword of the sword spirit, it can be called the divine sword and rank among the divine weapons.

Xie Wuwang offered Long Yao with a backhand, and said quietly: “After I learned the spirit control method from you that day, I used my life’s primordial fire to forge the soul of the sword, and it just happened today.”

With a twist of the long sleeves, he pinned the epee to Ning Qingqing.

“Just the last step, the finishing touch.”

Ning Qingqing’s gaze stayed on the buzzing sword body for a moment, then looked at Xie Wuwang incomprehensibly, “Then point it?”

What are you waiting for?

A rare youthful mood appeared on Xie Wuwang’s face. He curled the corners of his lips slightly, sneered at each word, and said, “It only needs you to point it.”

Ning Qingqing: “…”

This cub, it doesn’t hurt for nothing!

She was not long-winded, and immediately found out the feeble hyphae and laid it loosely on the scabbard.

“Zheng——嘤——”

That fierce black energy has indeed been condensed into a dragon shape, faintly lingering in the sword. It’s just that the sword dragon has no eyes, like a beautiful jade covered in dust.

Ning Qingqing took a deep breath, the mycelium swirled and hooked.

Throw the clouds and see the sun.

A clear and clear dragon roar shook the House of Consciousness, and Ning Qingqing slightly felt her tinnitus, a strange new joy washed over her body, and her heart was beating happily in her chest.

She retracted the hyphae, and took a closer look–

A small black illusory dragon rolled on the simple scabbard, tilted his head up, and uttered a fierce dragon cry.

The dragon head slightly closed, and Ning Qingqing looked at each other.

I saw this phantom black dragon violently squeezed, and the body ‘swishes’ towards her, except that the tip of the tail was still wrapped around the sword.

Ning Qingqing: “…”

“Hey, oh, howl, long, pit–” It was wrapped between her five fingers and went around, a pair of small front claws hooked the claws inwardly, for fear of hurting her fingers.

The beautiful head closed its horns and arched her lifelessly.

“Long Yao!” Ning Mushroom’s vocabulary was poor, and he learned the tone of a banya cub, “You are the most beautiful cub!”

“Oh! Ooh, oh dragon!”

After playing for a while, one mushroom and one dragon faintly felt that something was wrong, and looked cautiously. Xie Wuwang looked faintly and sneered again and again.

“Huh?” Long Yao swam along the hilt with a guilty conscience, tentatively touching the back of Xie Wuwang’s hand with the tip of the dragon’s horn.

The merciless master of the Excalibur bent his fingers and bounced it back into the sword body, curling it up into a ball of shrunken earthworms.

“Go and do something.” He said coldly.

“Wait,” Ning Qingqing calmed down and looked at Xie Wuwang. “Will creating a false state cause serious damage to the artifact?”

Xie Wuwang hooked his lips: “It’s okay, just use the power of the Sumeru mustard spirit to completely obliterate it.”

Long Yao little black dragon raised a front paw and pointed at its own belly.

It turned out that after the battle in the Canglan Realm, the spirit was swallowed by Long Yao.

“Oh…” Ning Qingqing nodded in a daze, “Then, thank you very much!”

“Don’t say thank you.” Xie Wuwang said quietly, “Without you, Long Yao would not become a spirit.”

The humble Ning Mushroom was a little embarrassed: “Where.”

He squinted at her slightly, and couldn’t tell whether it was casual or serious: “Before I met you, Jian and I had no heart.”

Ning Qingqing: “!!!”