On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom - Chapter 91

Ning Qingqing was a little uncomfortable.

Xie Wuwang was really too close, at such a distance, she could clearly feel the temperature on his body.

From the perspective of pheromone, his cold fragrance is really alluring.

It smells good, but also contains a strong sense of strength and territory.

And there is a kind of inexplicable…hardness?

And super durability and speed…

Ning Mushroom: “!!!”

Stop your brain!

The tall body leaned down, breathing in her ears, his voice was low and mysterious.

“Do you know who that Xiyin goddess is?”

After hearing these words clearly, Ning Qingqing immediately energized her, regardless of distance, breath or temperature, she subconsciously lowered her voice, moved closer to him, and also asked mysteriously: “Who?”

Xie Wuwang stood up straight and raised his chin lazily: “Guess.”

Xiyin Goddess? who is it?

She remembered that Xie Wuwang said last time that the goddess of Xiyin was not all that looked like that, but because she was wearing a strange jade mask.

The mask comes from Xiyin, very mysterious.

Before he died, the jade mask could not be taken off. When the goddess of Xiyin in the past died, she always died vigorously, and there was not much debris left, so no one knew the secret.

Until the last Xiyin goddess Yuyao was born.

Yuyao, the goddess of Xiyin, is very different from her predecessors. She has no divinity in her body, but like an ordinary woman, she interacts with people normally. She first fell in love with Yin Zhisu, and after being tragically intervened by Lian Xuejiao, she left Yin Zhisu and was with Ji Ruxue again in sorrow.

She died silently, and her body was also preserved by Ji Ruxue using magic methods. Ji Ruxue got her goddess mask and was able to dress up as a substitute little wife in the Canglan realm.

Thinking about this, Ning Qingqing hesitated: “It’s not Yuyao, right?”

“Guess again,” he said.

She glanced at him, and saw him lazily erecting three fingers, and at the moment they were slowly closing one of them.

This means to give her three chances to guess.

She rolled her eyes. Since Xie Wuwang asked her to guess, she must recognize this “Xiyin Goddess”.

What did he ask her just now?

Horse urine?

In the delusion… when he drank that wine…who was around him?

Yun Shuimiao.

Hey, Xie Wuwang’s reminder, the taste is really heavy!

There was a certain light in Ning Mushroom’s eyes.

Xie Wuwang watched her look and knew that she had guessed the answer.

He lowered his eyes and smiled, and said naturally: “It’s a big deal, can you talk about it in the yard?”

Ning Qingqing nodded, turned and led him to the courtyard.

After stepping through the enchantment, I only feel the fragrance of warmth, and the wing rooms, wooden corridors, and book walls are all clean and tidy, and there is no trace of chaos.

There is not even a petal of osmanthus on the soft black soil.

Xie Wuwang breathed slightly, his heart was clearly sweet, but his eyebrows were rushed with unspeakable sourness.

She regarded this place as her own place again, but the premise of all this was that this home only belonged to her. Not including him.

His eyes fell on her back, with only one touch, he hurriedly withdrew, not wanting to startle her.

She moved him a wooden chair and placed it under the promenade.

She herself sat on the porch chair very naturally, her knees folded, and her body formed into a curious posture.

“How did you recognize her as Yun Shuimiao?” she asked.

Hearing this name, Xie Wuwang’s handsome face immediately turned pale, as if covered with a layer of frost.

After a while, he said calmly: “When she approached to speak, she revealed a flaw.”

“Oh -” Ning Qingqing subconsciously prolonged the tone, “You really know her.”

Xie Wuwang: “!”

To explain or not to explain, seems to be the answer to death.

In Xie Wuwang’s two-way, waveless black eyes, some unlovable light floated clearly.

After a while, he smashed his sleeves and left the wooden chair to sit next to her.

With a faint tone, he lowered his head: “Drinking that wine, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of this woman writhing. For several days, can it not be profound?”

Ning Qingqing knew that he should maintain the most serious expression at this moment.

Must not laugh! Instead, we should look at him with three-point compassion, three-point distress, and four-point anger, and condemn unscrupulous hearts and spirits with him.

but……

That picture popped up in my mind unconsciously.

“Puff ha ha ha ha ha —” She fell headlong from the promenade chair.

Xie Wuwang seemed to raise his sleeves. In the end, the gentleman was scrupulous and didn’t touch her, letting her slam his forehead on the wooden porch.

boom.

The body of the Lianxu Big Mushroom was naturally not broken, but the moment that it touched the ground with the forehead, there was still a cool pain that ran through the whole head.

She was too lazy to get up, and simply sat on the wooden floor.

There was no dust in her yard anyway.

She raised her face and smiled with broken stars all over her eyes: “So when she twisted her waist, did you remember the smell?”

Yun Shuimiao’s waist is very recognizable.

Probably because of the extremely yin body of water, with a swing of the waist, it can waver like seaweed.

“Heh.” Xie Wuwang didn’t even hang up his usual smirk.

“Tsk tusk, she has actually become a goddess of Xiyin! She died before she became a teacher, she was defeated by horse urine wine.” Ning Mushroom was overwhelmed, “I made a big contribution!”

Xie Wuwang did not move his eyebrows and spoke softly, as if watching the prey fall into a trap without moving his voice: “I am the best way to distinguish rewards and punishments. A Qing has merit, as rewards-what do I want?”

There were a lot of good things in her mind immediately.

What refined jade, ten thousand years spirit, Qiongyu ganoderma…

When he opened his mouth, it said: “Fragrant crispy whitebait.”

She and Xie Wuwei were startled at the same time.

When she recovered, she wished to squash her mushroom head.

The last time she ate baked potatoes, she remembered the crispy little whitebait he had made for her.

No matter how she learns, she can’t make his taste, nor the crispness from the inside out.

The old saying is good, smile, less than ten years.

About she just laughed too hard, and smiled back to her infancy.

How can rewards want this?

When he wanted to go back, Xie Wuwang smiled and got up, and walked towards the small kitchen, leaving her only aloof.

Xie Wuwang was obviously thin.

The melancholy mushroom took the demon pill from the Qiankun bag and swallowed a few spores to suppress the shock.

The wind is lazy in the afternoon and the sun is very warm.

The mycelium was charging and fighting, and I couldn’t hear the noise in the small kitchen, nor could I smell the attractive crisp fragrance.

After solving the two spores, Ning Mushroom ate the long-lost crispy whitebait.

She wanted to break her head, but she couldn’t understand how Xie Wuwang fried the little whitebait into a crispy texture.

They are all fried like this, but the fresh fragrance is never lost.

Why she just can’t learn it?

He looked at her expression and knew what she was thinking, curled up his long fingers, and tapped the desk.

“Concentrate on eating,” he said, “don’t think about it, you can’t learn it. It’s impossible in this life.”

Ning Qingqing: “…”

He continued nonchalantly: “If you want to eat, I will make it for you.”

She pursed her lips.

He lowered his head and silently finished the crispy fish in the jade dish.

“How are you going to deal with Yun Shuimiao?” She raised her head and asked sternly.

Xie Wuwang still looked indifferent: “It’s just that you don’t die in the palace.”

She blinked: “Are you not curious about Xiyin at all? Maybe there is something in it that can make you break the void and prove that the great road will rise into a fairy. Why don’t you try it with the cloud and water? Snake?”

Xie Wuwang stared at her for a while.

“A Qing,” he said slowly, “Do you want to try that wine?”

Ning Qingqing: “…”

He clicked the table top, and his eyes fell on her petite body.

“The reward has entered your womb, now tell me again, why reward you?”

Ning Qingqing: “…”

“Because of that wine, did Yun Shuimiao expose his identity?” He slowly put away his wide sleeves, his movements were very elegant, as if he was putting up a net, “Why isn’t it an appreciative spirit, a heart demon?”

Ning Qingqing: “…”

I often walk by the river, so how can I not wet shoes?

Ning Mushroom decided to play dead. She slowly turned her gaze out of the window and counted the leaves of the laurel tree.

Xie Wujiang laughed lowly.

He said: “A Qing, good job.”

Ning Qingqing thought she had heard it wrong, so she turned to look at him and saw that his expression was calm and sincere.

Mushroom tilted his head blankly.

…So does he actually like it?