What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

Facing Tang Tang's question, Bai Jingyi had no choice but to suppress all his thoughts just now, and smiled weakly: "It's okay, it's great that Senior Brother Song is fine..."

Tang Tang heard what he said, and looked at the slightly stiff smile on his mouth, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, but Bai Jingyi immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood and quickly diverted his attention.

"Let's go back first, you are still injured."

"Yeah." Bai Jingyi smiled again, and then let Tang Tang hug him up and tighten his collar.

He rested his head on Tang Tang's chest, listening to the steady heartbeat of the other party, his heart became satisfied again, and the corners of his lips curled up.

No matter what, this person is already his own, and no one can take it away!

On the way back, this pair of people recognized by the sect naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Hearing about himself and Tang Tang in everyone's mouth, the last trace of uneasiness in Bai Jingyi's heart completely dissipated, and he squinted his eyes and thought with a smile.

Song Xianzhi, this time.

After all, I won.

However, what he didn't know was that behind them, there were already two pairs of eyes fixed on them.

There was no one in the room, and Song Xianzhi's back was in severe pain. Originally, the power of the magic whip was not only on the skin, and the effect of the pill was difficult to control for a long time, but the pill left by Yunling when he left If you put it too far, you can't reach it at all.

Guan Er and Er Dai were in the yard, and the sound of them chopping bamboo could still be heard in the house.

But Song Zhizhi was in a cold sweat in pain, and he didn't even have the strength to shout, so he could only bear with him.

The bedding under him was soon soaked with sweat, and his muscles convulsed uncontrollably.

Song Xianzhi's consciousness was hazy, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

He does have a blood panacea in his bosom.However, Duoduo injured his hand in order to save him...

Fortunately, Shen Duo and Dandan hurried back.

In the yard, Guan Er, who was tapping Erlang's legs to eat grapes and twirling his fingers to instruct Erda and Xiaosi to build a house, felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, making his ears look like airplane ears.

"What's going on, why are you rushing, so anxious..." He yawned slowly, and stood up lazily.

After a pause, he stretched comfortably again, rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Why hasn't Song Song come back, my house is almost finished..."

While talking, he walked towards Song Xianzhi's room, wanting to visit his room while he was away.

After walking two steps, he sensed something was wrong again, and sniffed again uncertainly, suddenly becoming vigilant.

In the yard, the smell of other demons appeared!

Although it is very light, it is very special.

Guan Er immediately stopped the other two people on the side, and slowly approached the place emitting the smell.

Turning around the corridor, it was Song Xianzhi's room. Guan Er looked at the opened door with some surprise, smelled the bloody smell from the tip of his nose, and walked in with a bad premonition in his heart.

As soon as he entered the door, the smell of blood became stronger.

What came into view was a blood-red back, which was mixed with rotten rags, and the blood crystal was shining brightly.

Looking at it again, my own Song Song was lying on the bed, as if he was in extreme pain and dying.

Guan Er's eyes widened, and he felt that all the blood in his body rushed to the top of his head.

First there was shocking heartache, then chills and fear, and finally uncontrollable anger.

He rushed up with a stride.

Shen Duo was feeding the elixir into Song Song's mouth, and curled up on the pillow was a little red dragon who didn't know where it came from, it was the owner of the strange breath just now.

Coincidentally, it was the time when Zongmen's class was over, and Xiao Hao and Yan Shu, who had learned the news after class, also hurried back, and there was a commotion in the small room.

Song Xianzhi felt that the voices in his ears became noisy and noisy, but his heart felt more secure and at ease.

The elixir was taken in, and the pain was relieved again.

When Song Xianzhi woke up, Xiao Hao had already gone to the Chonglou Pavilion to ask for a doctor, and Guan Er was holding his hand, kneeling beside the bed with teary eyes, sipping his tears and nose, and said: "Song Song... "

His eyes were flushed, and his cheeks were also pink after excitement.

Song Xianzhi smiled and blinked: "It's okay, it will be fine soon, cough cough cough..."

Guan Er rubbed his eyes, a little embarrassed: "Song Song! I know it all! You still lie to me!"

"Those old rotten people beat you up like this, I'm going to find them to avenge you!" As he said that, he was about to get up.

Song Xianzhi quickly grabbed him, suppressed his smile, and turned serious: "Stop making trouble, little fox."

His voice was deep, weak but undeniable.

Guan Er sniffled, although he was angry in his heart, he murmured and stopped talking, and concentrated on slowly transferring his aura from Song Xianzhi's palm into it.

With medicine in his mouth, Song Xianzhi closed his eyes comfortably.

The side effect of the magic whip is still there, so when he closes his eyes, there are some strange pictures in front of him.

Some are clear, some are blurry.

But some important information can still be extracted, such as the more important people in the heart of the original owner...

There was Tang Tang, there was Yun Ling, and there were also those who Qinghezong had watched him grow up in the past.

But these are not surprising, what is really strange is a disciple who can't see the face clearly.

It's a pity that the pictures about this person are very blurry, and Song Xianzhi can only be identified by his body shape.

Judging from the frequency of his appearance in memory, this person definitely occupies a huge place in the original owner's heart.

Song Yanzhi could feel that when the original owner faced this person, his mood fluctuated greatly, and the changes were rapid.

However, when Song Xianzhi tried hard to see his face clearly, the memories came to an abrupt end.

He opened his eyes helplessly.

After this time, Song Xianzhi felt that his understanding of the original owner had become more and more profound, and all those stereotypes had been overturned.

The "Song Title" here is a character design that does not quite match the original work.

The pharmacist was quickly invited by Xiao Hao.

It was Wang Yingzi who came.

One of the Qinghe Sect's bullies, Song Xun, who had been pampered for many years, was punished, and the matter quickly blew into every corner of the sect like a wind.

"Brother, you will have to take care of your injury for about a year. The existing medicinal materials can only help you relieve the pain. If you can have high-level elixir, you can also use it in conjunction with it." Wang Yingzi said while bandaging him.

"One year?!"

It's been too long...

Song Lian rested his chin on the back of his hand, and was discouraged. It would take a year to heal, and he would not be able to get out of bed for at least half a year. Wouldn't it be a lot less joyful?

"I also prescribed some oral medicine, brother, remember to drink it on time." Wang Yingzi left in a hurry after finishing speaking.

"Ah... why is there still Chinese medicine..." Song Xianzhi frowned, just thinking about it made his mouth full of bitterness.