Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, stepped on the boundless sea of ​​clouds, looked around, he knew what he was looking for, but he couldn't remember what it looked like, only remembered the most dazzling ray of light between heaven and earth.

He kept walking forward and searching, even though the cloud road had no end, even though he was exhausted and fell down countless times, his body was so tired that he could hardly move, and he could only move forward by crawling, he was unwilling. stop looking...

On the sea of ​​clouds road, another self appeared. He was wearing layers of snow-colored cassocks, and his soft long hair fell to the ground. He had the same face and the same indifference. His eyes could understand any esoteric books, but he could not read them. Understand any emotion in the world.

Because there is nothing in his heart.

Song Qingshi suddenly understood something, he stepped forward slowly, took out his heart, and slowly put it in.

At the moment when the heart and body merge, the two souls turn into countless light spots and shatter, re-interweave, and repair each other's incompleteness. From then on, the heart finds a place to settle, the body finds the missing emotion, and the separated puzzle pieces are reassembled to become A blank picture scroll, waiting to add a lot of color.

A strange sentence emerged from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, repeated over and over again, beating in the depths of the soul like a drum:

"One thousand three hundred and forty nine..."

"One thousand three hundred and forty nine..."

"..."

Song Qingshi opened his eyes suddenly, and found himself in the water, trying to get up, but the left side of his body didn't work, and he accidentally choked on his saliva during the struggle.Someone next to him got up quickly, stretched out his hand to support his back firmly, hugged him out of the water, and embraced him wetly in his arms.

The temperature of those hands is higher than that of ordinary people, with a bit of roughness of calluses, rubbing against the delicate skin, bringing bursts of crispness.

The man's breathing was a little heavy, like a stormy sea, seabirds flapping their wings, bringing a depressing breath.

Those eyes in the dark, staring at the long-lost prey, with greedy desire, are becoming more and more dangerous.

Song Qingshi was buried in the dangerous embrace in a dazed state, not knowing what night it was or where he was. It took a long time before he regained his composure and realized that something was wrong.

Immediately afterwards, the feeling of danger disappeared instantly, and the luminous pearls were opened one by one, breaking through the darkness, revealing Yue Wuhuan's beautiful face, the dark golden phoenix eyes had turned into a dark black at the place where the pearl light fell, and the hook under the left eye The man's bright tear mole was still the same, and the gentle eyebrows and eyes were still the same, but there were some indescribable subtle changes that made his appearance more prosperous.

Problem with light?Why do you feel that Wuhuan seems to be a different person?

Song Qingshi realized that he was not wearing any clothes, and the water splash on his body made Wu Huan feel worse. He raised his head in embarrassment and wanted to change, but found something even more terrifying, and said hoarsely: "Wu, Wu Huan, me, how can I change?" short?!"

He was already very concerned about his youthful figure, so he usually wore loose robes to cover it up, relying on his height to manage to not be ashamed.He remembered that he was about the same height as Yue Wuhuan before he was struck by the thunderbolt, but now that he woke up, Yue Wuhuan was half a head taller than him... Could it be that the failure to overcome the catastrophe had the side effect of shrinking his height?

Song Qingshi's heart was broken, he felt ashamed to face others.

Seeing his mournful expression, Yue Wuhuan wanted to laugh, but couldn't, and finally twitched the corners of his mouth, and said helplessly, "My lord, you have been sleeping for ten years..."

Song Qingshi was terrified, stumbled and asked: "Ten years? Then, me, mine..."

Yue Wuhuan affirmed: "Your little white mouse is fine, it's been raised very well, and it has bred a lot."

Song Qingshi finally recovered from his daze and panic. He re-examined his surroundings, and found that this place was not unfamiliar, but a secret room in the basement of his bedroom.It was just rearranged, with a few suitcases, and a simple table with unfinished pen and ink, and seven or eight mountains of books neatly piled up next to it.

He moved his body a little, and his toes touched the wet bamboo pillow, which seemed to be where Yue Wuhuan had slept all these years.

How can such a place be suitable for a bedroom?How suitable for reading?

Song Qingshi couldn't help asking: "Have you had a good rest these years?"

Yue Wu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I actually don't sleep much here."

Because he has hardly slept in these years, and he fainted when he rested.

Song Qingshi looked at him for a long time but couldn't see any signs of lying on his face, and the bedding next to him didn't seem to have been touched at all. He always felt something suspicious in his heart, but couldn't figure it out, so he had to give up temporarily.

He quickly checked his body and found that the burnt body on the left side had already recovered as before, but when he was in a coma, he mobilized all his spiritual power to seal off the ghost fire in his body, so the newly grown meridian had not been used, and it was dry and painful. Fingers are numb and need some time to rehabilitate, throat is a bit stiff after not speaking for a long time, but overall nothing serious.

Song Qingshi recalled the scene of the Heavenly Tribulation, and came to the conclusion in disbelief: "You cured me?"

Heavenly Tribulation's injury was extremely serious and complicated, and it was a blessing to be able to survive. This is by no means a complicated injury that a person who has just studied medicine can handle. Drug collection, snatch his life back, and deal with it slowly after he wakes up, but he didn't expect Yue Wuhuan to be cured so well...

"I have failed many times," Yue Wuhuan explained while stretching out a few fiery red vines on the ground behind him, deftly opened the suitcase, took out a brand new set of underwear, and sent it over, lightly said, "I read After finishing the collection of books in the library, I tried many kinds of treatment methods. I finally refined the Shengji Reconstructing Pill two years ago, turned it into a spiritual liquid, combined with Xuehuasan, and repaired my physical body. But you, my lord, have not woken up... I have been researching for a long time, and recently found out that there are some inconsistencies in your spirit and soul, my lord, so I used the Soul Melting Pill and the Golden Needle Extradition to fuse the scattered souls, and you finally woke up..."

"Thank you," Song Qingshi was used to refining medicine, and he knew how much effort these seemingly simple medicine names required. He was trying to find words to praise the intelligence of his little angel, when he suddenly found the vines next to him and dared not Blinking in confidence, "Blood King Vine?"

The Blood King Vine grows in extremely inflamed places. It is a rare fire-attribute plant. It possesses some intelligence. When it grows up, it can occupy the entire mountain, devour all the creatures on it, suck blood and burn souls, until the life of a hundred miles around is wiped out. Wither and die.

Because the way of life is too domineering, it has been extinct since ancient times. Occasionally, the magic weapon of the Blood King Rattan can be seen on the market for sale, but it is still a dead thing and the effect is not strong.

"It won't hurt the lord," Yue Wuhuan manipulated the blood king vine to put the single clothes on Song Qingshi, then bent down, fastened the belt for him, and explained, "I got it by accident in the secret realm, this blood king The vine is a seedling. It lost its body ten thousand years ago and was sealed in the enchantment in the state of a soul. It meant that it was close to me, so I tried to refine it into my soul and become a part of my body. Unexpectedly It worked."

This method of refining the Blood King Vine was recorded in ancient books. There were many people who tried it, but there was only one successful case, which was an unknown ancient god.Yue Wuhuan is not a reckless person. Although his physique is much stronger than that of ordinary foundation-building monks after being tempered by the leapfrog Tianlei, the risk of this matter is extremely high. Even the Nascent Soul monks dare not try it unless... There is no other choice.

Song Qingshi felt that he had something to ask, but he didn't know how to say it, and knew that he couldn't get a real answer.

In ten years, a lot has happened.

He decided to investigate slowly after going out.

As soon as Song Qingshi took a step, his body lost his balance. The left half of his body was so limp that he couldn't use his strength. He fell forward and was held firmly in Yue Wuhuan's arms again.

Although he knew that this situation was temporary, it brought him a lot of psychological shadows, as if he had returned to the days when he gradually lost his body. He was not afraid of any physical pain, but he was extremely afraid of this kind of numbness of the limbs.

He was terrified, but he didn't dare to speak out, Yue Wuhuan had already done so many things for him, and he couldn't trouble him with this little psychological problem, and he didn't want to make him worry anymore, but the hand holding the skirt was He couldn't let go, the more tense his body became, the stiffer he became, and the stiffer he became, the more frightened he became. Muscles that hadn't been nourished by spiritual power for several years gradually fell into spasms.

Yue Wuhuan found out that something was wrong with him, immediately picked him up, and quickly walked out of the secret room.

The layout of the bedroom is exactly the same as that of the past, and the bedding on the bed is also changed and washed regularly, infusing it with the familiar aroma of herbs.

Yue Wuhuan put him down carefully, and asked Vine to fetch a jade hairpin in front of the mirror, carefully massaged the meridian points on the back of his feet, and comforted him: "It's okay, take a deep breath, relax...you haven't moved for too long , this situation is normal, and it will get better soon, I will massage your hands and feet a few times a day, for at most half a month, you will be able to move freely."

"Yeah." Song Qingshi felt so ashamed, his ears were red, and he wanted to bury himself in the quilt like an ostrich.

Yue Wu smiled and said: "Healers don't heal themselves, the Lord doesn't need to... worry."

What he meant to say was shy, right?Song Qingshi's ears became even redder, and he stumbled and argued, "I healed all my injuries." In this world, he has almost no friends, even if he is injured, he can only rely on himself, and he is used to dealing with everything by himself, "Really, I was cut off in the secret realm, and when I came back, I connected it back with a needle and thread, and I wasn't afraid of the pain at all!"

This situation is just an accident, he is usually very good at fighting, very manly!Although I can't help crying when it hurts too much, but I will definitely deal with everything firmly before crying...

Yue Wuhuan's massage stopped for a moment, he raised his eyes, and said seriously: "With me here, you don't have to deal with it yourself in the future."

Song Qingshi thought for a long time, then nodded embarrassedly: "Okay."

Yue Wuhuan didn't speak anymore, and concentrated on relaxing his muscles. A cool breeze blew outside the window, sending a faint fragrance of flowers. The world seemed to have lost all sound, and it was so quiet that only the breathing of two people remained. Song Qingshi looked at the People who have experienced this kind of illness suddenly understand that something is different, and it is because their temperament has changed.

The original Yue Wuhuan was like an extravagant and gorgeous flower with some thorny thorns, but now the Yue Wuhuan has turned into a sharp sword with the sharpness of cutting through the waves...

After the tense emotions were relaxed, the spasm gradually disappeared. Song Qingshi moved his fingers, and after confirming that he could still move, he tried not to think about it and saved it for later practice.

He looked at Yue Wuhuan's more and more beautiful face, and suddenly remembered something very important: "How have you been walking outside all these years? Are you disguised? I don't mean anything else, just... there are many bad people in the fairy world, and I also because of watching It looks very bullying, and was almost trafficked by a blind person..."

This kind of thing has happened many times. Every time he goes out, someone always wants to drug him or trick him into trafficking.

He dealt with these bastards in a brutal way, and the situation improved only after the notoriety spread.

"The lord is a single water-type spiritual root, that's why these things happened." During the diagnosis and treatment, Yue Wuhuan discovered that although there were two kinds of fire hidden in Song Qingshi's body, the spiritual root was the opposite water system, suppressing the flame with cold power , and combined with the Poison Kung Fu, it became a unique kung fu body.

However, in the eyes of ordinary immortal cultivators, the water-type single spiritual root is a type with poor combat ability, and there are very few strong ones. The biggest function is dual cultivation, or it can be refined into the best furnace.

If it wasn't for Song Qingshi who was strong enough, with special skills, and would not be controlled by others, what awaited him would be a hell that would be worse than his own.

Yue Wuhuan only needs to think about those evil cultivators hitting Song Qingshi with dirty thoughts, and he is so disgusted that he wants to kill someone. He warned, "Your Majesty, never let others know your spiritual root, and don't believe other people's sweet words. Don't easily agree to form a Taoist partner, or double cultivation..."

Song Qingshi responded seriously, but didn't understand the relationship between spiritual roots and Taoist companions, but he has lived for more than 1000 years and has never met a suitor, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

When he was studying, his seniors all laughed at him, a medical dog who only reads books and does experiments, will never find a girlfriend, even if he is not sick.

He was a little depressed at the time, like... If he was allowed to find someone he likes, he would definitely kneel and lick better than his senior brother!It is easy to buy hot water, buy breakfast and pay the salary card!

Yue Wuhuan knew that he rarely went out, didn't understand these malice, and didn't want to pollute his heart, so he would teach him slowly later.He began to answer the previous question: "I practiced the cold jade skill and poison control method given to me by the Lord, and used spiritual power to seal the toxins in my body."

He circulated toxins in his body, and countless colorful and terrifying patterns appeared on the upper half of his face, covering the entire forehead, around the eyes, bridge of the nose, and cheeks in a mess, and also covered the eye-catching mole of tears, destroying all the beauty. The face retains its original color, making the contrast look even more tragic and ugly...

Song Qingshi was startled and said, "Ghostface snake poison?"

"Well, this is the inspiration found in the lord's suppression of flames," Yue Wuhuan smiled happily, "I extracted the grimace snake venom, added some other medicines, and presented it on the face. Going out to deal with things like this, Although it is a bit scary, it can eliminate all troubles, and when the reputation of Mr. Wuhuan's disfigurement spreads, I will become safer."

Song Qingshi couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch it, the skin was still very smooth, the touch was no different from before.

Yue Wuhuan let the poison continue to spread, and said with a smile: "If anyone suspects and wants to make a move on me, just let go of the spiritual restraint on the poison, and the ghost face snake poison will spread all over the body, making him no longer interested."

Song Qingshi felt a little pained when he saw the pattern on his body, but he had to admit that this was a better way than disguise.

This toxin can put an end to all evil thoughts.And once the beautiful things are completely destroyed, it will somewhat arouse the pity of others, at least he will no longer be interested in recalling the unbearable pictures in front of him, and humiliating with the past.However, such a face needs to face fear, disgust and contempt. This is not the malice that ordinary people can bear...

"I don't care about this face. Without this face, people can see my other strengths. I didn't completely destroy it, because I was afraid that the Lord would be sad." Yue Wuhuan understood his intentions, removed the poison, and revealed his beauty again. Her phoenix eyes are full of doting tenderness, "If the lord likes my face, I will only show it to you in the future, okay?"

The red vines entangled Song Qingshi's feet, shaking them gently like a baby.

"Okay," Song Qingshi understood, and immediately praised, "Wuhuan is the best!"

Yue Wu laughed very happily.

He got up, took off his clothes that were wet with water droplets, and put on a red slim brocade dress with a thin golden belt stretching out his waistline. He practiced sword all the year round, and his figure was as tall and straight as a poplar, and he was no longer weak as before.

The vines brought a brocade box, and there was a gold mask in the box. The mask was exquisitely crafted, like asymmetrical wings spread out on both sides, and a braided red ribbon was hung from the left side, and three radiant little jewels were tied on the ribbon. gem.

He randomly gathered his long hair behind his head, leaving only a few slightly curly forehead hair, and then put on a mask to cover all the places where the grimace toxin spread. With bright lips and a light honey-colored chin, he actually appeared Showing a domineering beauty, the aggressive beauty makes people unable to move their eyes away.

Song Qingshi once again praised sincerely: "This mask is so beautiful."

The corners of Yue Wuhuan's mouth rose slightly, extremely happy: "The lord has woken up, I can't lose your face when I go out."

He purposely controlled the toxin on half of his face, and also considered how Song Qingshi would deal with it when he woke up, just like a male bird spreads its beautiful wings to win the favor of the bird he loves, and he doesn't want the people he likes to see him ugly She just wanted to let him see her good-looking side.

Seeing that he had considered everything carefully, Song Qingshi was completely relieved, and turned to other concerns: "Is there nothing wrong with Medicine King Valley?"

"It's nothing else, but this is more troublesome." Yue Wuhuan waved his hand, and the red vine took another thick stack of letters and handed them to Song Qingshi, "It's written by An Long, you can read it. "

Song Qingshi looked through the letters. At the beginning, Anlong’s letters came about once every two or three months. They were all ordinary greeting letters, sending various gifts, and carrying some interesting things around him. He seems to have guessed that something happened in the Song and Qing Dynasties, and asked Yue Wuhuan sternly. The content of the letters in the last six months has become a personal threat to Yue Wuhuan, saying that he will kill him.

Yue Wuhuan said helplessly: "At first he thought you were angry or retreated to refine medicine, and he didn't suspect it. Later, when I collected medicines and reorganized Medicine King Valley, he became suspicious and kept questioning me. In the end... He found clues from the types of medicines he bought, found out the thunder disaster in Yaowanggu, and knew that Yaowanggu was under my control, thinking that you were seriously injured or died and you were seized power... This The matter can't be dragged on any longer, fortunately the lord is awake, but he wrote back to explain in person."

Song Qingshi became speechless the more he looked at it: "Is this guy still trying to force his way in?"

Yue Wuhuan said: "He broke through twice, most of the poisonous formation and maze formation to the west have been destroyed, even if I have repaired and strengthened the formation, but the Gu King has a strong cultivation and strange methods, if he does it again, the formation may not support it. Can't stop..."

The formation requires a lot of spirit stones, all of which were demolished by Alaska...

Song Qingshi's heart ached so much that the corners of his mouth twitched, but his injury had to be concealed, no wonder Yue Wuhuan was determined not to tell the truth.Because the truth was concealed, An Long thought he had been caught in an accident, so he did such a stupid thing, so he couldn't blame An Long...who could be blamed?I can only blame myself for being so dazed that I didn't have time to explain anything.

Fortunately, my right hand can move, so please write to explain quickly...

Yaowanggu's family is weak and cannot be demolished again.