On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom - Chapter 133

“After all, that Qiankun bag has little space, it’s almost full.”

This person Xie Wuwang has always spoken like this, I am afraid he himself does not know which sentence contains a bit of sincerity.

However, Ning Qingqing believed that the most important purpose of leaving behind the blood of the dead was indeed to remind him not to kill indiscriminately.

He is too strong. In this world, he is the only one who can restrain him.

As for what Qiankun bags can’t fit, that’s certainly not the main reason. After all, space is the same as time. There is always a squeeze. Besides, if one Qiankun bag is full, you can also put other Qiankun bags.

Ning Qingqing just thought about it like this, with erratic eyes dangling on Xie Wuwang’s face.

Since her accident, this man has continuously shown her unknown side after another. She foolishly followed him layer by layer. When she recovered her mind, her mind had already been entangled with him, no matter how difficult it was. separate.

He also looked at her.

There was no smile at the corners of her lips, but the smile in those black eyes was exactly the same as the little wooden figure she had carved before.

She felt that she seemed to be able to carve him again.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard an earth-shattering bang from the west.

Ning Qingqing followed the prestige and saw dust bursting into the sky in the direction of Yaowanggu. In the distance, he saw an unusually burly black figure in mid-air and slammed his hand against the red-robed man, shining a dazzling spiritual light, silvery white and green. Crashing, bursting, and reflecting the floating clouds in the sky are milky green and milky green.

It is the battle between the golden spiritual power and the strong wooden spiritual power.

The arrogant laughter resounded through the air.

Ning Qingqing was familiar with it, and couldn’t help looking suspiciously at Xie Wuwang.

I saw him frowning his beautiful long eyebrows, looking at the dark shadow in the distance, his expression was quite dissatisfied: “Swagger.”

In another instant, the man in black was swept to the south for dozens of miles with the palm wind, carrying a red object in his hand, hurriedly fleeing to the extreme south.

Behind him, the figure in the red robe led the countless monks’ swords to chase directly, and the sky was full of ‘swishing’ sword shadows, and he could hear the roaring noises.

Some words can be vaguely distinguished-“Mrs. Savior”, “It’s the mad thief”, “Catch up with him”.

After thinking about it before and after the contact, Ning Qingqing knew who this black-robed man was.

Handsome Mao.

She looked at Xie Wuwang in amazement.

“Is that Mao Yingjun? Holding Yun Shuimiao in his hand?” she asked.

Xie Wu presumptuously nodded.

Ning Qingqing couldn’t help laughing.

Earlier, Yin Zhi Su used Devil Gu to control Mao Yingjun, rob Yun Shuimiao out of Tiansheng Palace and send it to him to help him play that hero to save the beauty. Now, Mao Yingjun, on the order of Xie Wuwang, robbed Yun Shuimiao from Yaowanggu, without knowing where to take it.

Ning Qingqing felt that Yin Zhi Su would definitely blow his lungs.

She bent her eyes: “Xie Wuwang, you are too bad, you made Mao handsome and rob people.”

“It doesn’t bother the two masters for nothing.” He laughed softly.

“When did you arrange this?” She was curious.

“When you listen to the corner.” Xie Wuwang raised his eyebrows slightly, “otherwise what do you think I was doing?”

“Ah…” Ning Qingqing suddenly stroked her leg, “No wonder it hurts me.”

A guilty conscience floated in Xie Wuwang’s black eyes. He glanced at her nonchalantly, and his voice was calm: “What did you say?”

“It turned out to be a sound transmission mirror! I said something hard has fallen into the nest, and it has reached me.” The simple old mushroom nodded.

Xie Wuwang: “…Well, that’s it.”

He stopped talking, squinting his eyes slightly to pay attention to the situation.

Mao Yingjun was once the Lord of the Hall of War, and his strength was naturally far superior to Yin Zhi Su and others, but after a few rounds of effort, he was completely gone.

Xie Wuwang watched Mao Yingjun leave, casually retracted his gaze, and put the big wooden nest into the Qiankun bag.

He stretched out his long arms to embrace Ning Qingqing, quietly left the valley and returned to Tiansheng Palace.

Back at Yuliyuan, Xie Wuwang placed the big wooden nest under the eaves of the wooden platform.

Both the wooden platform and the wooden nest are made by one person, and they look very harmonious.

He took Ning Qingqing in, like playing with a doll who could not take care of herself, raised her head, leaned against the edge of the wooden nest, and then took a piece of Yunsi quilt to cover her.

mushroom:”……”

I feel comfortable being stumped and don’t want to move.

After placing her in place, Xie Wujiang ruthlessly took out a universe bag full of Big Demon Pill and patted it into her hand.

“It will be processed within three days.”

After all, the robe carried the wind, and walked away, leaving her with a graceful and flowing back.

Tool mushroom: “…?”

Looking at the beautiful sea of ​​clouds outside the wooden platform, Ning Qingqing was at a loss for a while. Her eyes blinked and blinked until she looked at the clouds for a while, and then she realized with hindsight why Xie Wuwang wanted to squeeze her mushroom.

——He wants her to upgrade her cultivation to the right way as soon as possible, and then she can no longer refuse his breeding request.

This is really…

Mushroom wanted to get angry, but the big wooden nest underneath was really comfortable, and the Yunsi quilt on her body was too warm and soft, corroding her body soft and unable to resist the thought of resistance.

She sighed faintly, took out the demon pill, and worked.

Dealing with spores is a very boring thing. Ning Qingqing mechanically touched them one by one, and the spiritual power in his body increased drop by drop.

After the Demon King contended for hegemony, she absorbed the evil spores from the best of the demon beasts, and had raised her cultivation base to the late stage of Void Refining.

The meridians in the body are very full, but the House of Consciousness has never been moving-from refining the emptiness to combining the Tao, the most critical step is the fusion of the soul and the body to reach the state of the unity of body and spirit.

But that was after Lianxu Dzogchen, at this moment, she was still a few big packs of demon pill from Lianxu Dzogchen.

Others at this distance can’t help her, they can only rely on the mountain-like spore demon pill to pile over.

Now I am completely accustomed to the pain of taking spores, and it seems even more boring and boring.

In the early morning of the third day, Ning Qingqing finally handled a bag full of demon pills. She dropped out of the soft and comfortable wooden nest with the corner of her eyes, and headed to the Qianyuan Palace with the Qiankun bag.

Now she is a very self-aware mushroom.

She knew that Xie Wuwang was happy to see her walking in the apse to find him.

So she kicked her shoes half-dream and half-awake, crossed the Baiyu Mountain Road, and entered the apse, then waved her two thin arms, she lifted the heavy curtains between the apse and the front hall one by one, and got out.

Passing through the curtain, I saw Xie Wuju’s tall and straight body standing in front of him.

She looked around, and he was the only one in the huge Qianyuan Palace.

It’s just time. No, looking at his impatient expression, he should have been waiting for her for a while.

He took the Qiankun bag in her hand, exchanged a new one for her, then put his hand around her waist, took her to the temple steps, sat in the Luang seat, and circled her in front of him.

Ning Qingqing scanned his eyes and saw that his imperial case was piled up with many small piles of official documents. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a mountain of books.

He rubbed her sideburns lightly and told her, “Mao Yingjun tried Yun Shuimiao with a monster.”

Ning Qingqing’s eyes lit up: “What’s the result?”

Xie Wuwang smiled lightly: “The monster is not close to her. Has Qing ever seen a magnet? Just like when the magnet is close to the same pole, the monster will evade spontaneously when it is close to Yun Shuimiao. Just forcibly push up, both sides will slip Open, the water in the well does not invade the river.”

“Oh?” Ning Qingqing thought for a moment, “So, the divine light defense on her body that day in the bridal chamber was aimed at the evil spores.”

Yin Zhi Su’s Gu poison was formed by the fusion of the child-mother Devil Gu and the evil spores. Since Divine Light was not a monster, it could only be a spore.

The two thin eyebrows wrinkled together.

“I thought,’Xiyin Goddess’ and evil spores belong together.” Her tone was rather disappointed.

Xie Wuwang smiled and raised his hand to smooth her eyebrows.

“Such a small matter is worth a frown?” If he rubbed her hair with his chin seemingly, “You just concentrate on improving your cultivation, and leave the rest to me.”

She tilted her head to look at him.

The cold jade-like eyes can already see some black green faintly.

He said: “These’Xiyin goddesses’ have certain restrictions on their bodies and cannot reveal any secrets related to Xiyin. In fact, I had already expected them.”

Ning Qingqing: “…Wait, does Mao Yingjun have tortured Yun Shuimiao?”

Her skill in dealing with a bag of spores was almost too late to keep up with the outside world.

“Yes.” He smiled and nodded, “Xing Dian Yu Dianzhu secretly assisted. Even Yun Shuimiao asked Ji Huaizhou to watch her take a bath, but he could not confide a word about Xiyin. “

Ning Qingqing: “…” She almost forgot that the glamorous sister Yu Yuyan is actually an overlord flower who is extremely good at torture and extorting confessions.

Xie Wuwang acted, it was really a thunderous method. In just three days, there was another abduction and another interrogation.

Wait, what did Yun Shuimiao hire? Ji Huaizhou watch her take a bath? Xie Wuwang is giving eye drops to Jihuaizhou, right?

She turned her head away, secretly pursing her lips and smiling.

After smiling, he said seriously: “Then what do you plan to do with Yun Shuimiao?”

Xie Wuwang kept his eyes free: “Get rid of the divine light and throw it to Yin Zhi Su.”

Ning Qingqing pondered silently, calling for the insider in his heart.

Once Yin Zhi Su controlled Yun Shuimiao with Devil Gu spores, he could directly spy on the secrets in her heart without her mouth.

Yun Shuimiao could not confide about Xiyin, but Yin Zhi Su might not be impossible.

After the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole, Xie Wuwang can attack him when Yin Zhishou succeeds in getting the secret of Xiyin.

What a sinister and cunning old fox.

While talking about Yin Zhi Su, suddenly a guard came to report that it was Medicine King Gu Gu, the main Yin Zhi Su had an urgent matter to see Daojun.

Are you here? It’s really hard to say behind the scenes.

Ning Qingqing and Xie Wuwang looked at each other.

“The suffering master who lost his wife is here.” She blinked with a guilty conscience.

Mushrooms are the least good at lying.

She wanted to see how Xie Wuwang planned to use Yinzhisu to solve the mystery of Xiyin, so he couldn’t move him for the time being. Mao Yingjun blatantly broke into Yaowanggu and robbed people again, and Yin Zhisu must ask Xie Wuwang for an explanation.

Thinking about it is a headache.

Ning Qingqing faintly glanced at Xie Wuwang’s snow-white face and Wu Qing underneath, feeling a little distressed in her heart. She knew that he was very tired, big and small things, overlapping things, old wounds on his body still unhealed, and he had to deal with the troublesome things before him.

“Distressed for me?” Xie Wuwang raised his eyebrows and asked happily, “Want to handle it for me?”

Ning Qingqing’s soft and warm eyes immediately became cold and ruthless: “No.”

Between her own suffering and Xie Wuwang’s suffering, she decisively chose the latter without a trace of hesitation.

She jumped down from Xie Wuwang’s arms, tiptoed, and jumped down the imperial step in three steps in two steps, turned around lightly, and hid in the curtains between the front hall and the back hall.

Xie Wuju’s low laughter whirled in the empty hall.

After a while, footsteps came from the front hall.

“I have seen Daojun.” It was the voice of Yin Zhi Su.

Yin Zhishou was anxious, and after giving the ceremony, he hurriedly stepped into the topic: “The day before yesterday, the mad thief Mao handsome broke into the valley and took my wife away! I chased after the Demon Abyss, but saw this Hao jump down, and there was nowhere to go. Trace! Also ask Daojun to give Yin a certain explanation!”

After a long while, Xie Wuzuo’s hypocritical and smiling voice sounded, rather helpless: “Master Yingu, Mao Yingjun last time because he kidnapped the goddess of Xiyin and killed the innocent disciples of Yaowanggu, he was punished for both crimes. My Heavenly Sacred Palace was removed and sent to Demon Abyss.”

Yin Zhi Su’s voice rose a few degrees: “He took my wife again the day before yesterday! Shouldn’t Dao Jun give me an explanation!”

“Huh?” Xie Wuwang’s nasal voice was lazy, as if he was sleepy, “Isn’t Mao Junjun being sent to Demon Abyss because of this.”

Yin Zhi Su suppressed his anger: “However, he escaped from Demon Abyss and took my wife captive again.”

“Didn’t the Lord Yingu say that he entered the Demon Abyss?” Xie Wuwang was absent-minded.

“Correct!”

The man above the imperial case moved his wide sleeves and made a rustling noise, as if he was raising his hand, lazily supporting.

He said: “Mao Yingjun has been expelled from the Heavenly Sage Palace. This Jun’s punishment is to punish him into the Demon Abyss. Since he is in the Demon Abyss, let him go.”

Yin Zhi Su: “???”

Ning Qingqing in the curtain almost laughed.

“Is there anything else the Lord Yingu? This monarch is really busy these days.” Xie Wuwei chased the guests calmly.

“But he kidnapped the goddess of Xiyin!” Yin Zhisu suppressed his anger.

Xie Wuwang slowly made a questioning voice: “Huh?”

After a pause, Xie Wuwang sighed: “This hen is quite powerful. It can also take the goddess away from my Heavenly Sacred Palace, not to mention the Master Yingu, your Medicine King Valley. Master Yingu does not need to blame himself, it is not the fault. you.”

Yin Zhi Su: “???”

Xie Wuwang, what kind of dog is it? !