Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi tried hard to calm himself down. He was not sure what the relationship between the self-proclaimed Wuhuan boy in the dungeon and Feng Jun was, but he had to rescue him anyway. As for Qu Yurong who was required by the mission... he thought about the emergency and priority of the two things, and decided to save Wuhuan first, and then go back to save Qu Yurong.

Wuhuan heard the breathing of the person outside the window calm down, did not answer, did not move, and did not hold out much hope. After all, he was stigmatized in Tianxianglou, using sweet words, pretending to be pitiful, or tempting guests to escape more than once or twice. After repeated teachings, the old bustard hated him to the extreme. He originally wanted to wait for his body and beauty to grow up and then sell it at a high price. . Now that his face is broken, the old bustard is unwilling to raise him, so he will let him go, and when the punishment is over, he will be sold to abusive guests, so that all new children will know the fate of being disobedient.

The time now is noon, and the location of the dungeon is not a place where purchases or ordinary servants can come.

The person outside the window is probably a guest who has just awakened from a hangover. Judging from the changes in his breathing, he is very interested in his body. Maybe he likes to play with scarred beauties? In short, he can't just sit and wait for death, waiting for bad luck, even if there is no hope, he has to try it, and escape the dungeon to do other things.

Wu Huan licked her red lips with the tip of her tongue, twisted her body, and tried to say something more seductive:

"They all said that I was born to be charming and beautiful, guest, do you want to see my waist?"

"I like pain, the more painful the happier."

"You take me back, I will let you have fun..."

"..."

Hearing these words, Song Qingshi only felt distressed. From the environment in the dungeon, he could tell that Wuhuan had been locked up here for a long time, his injuries were serious, and his situation was very bad. He also judged that the other party was lying and asking for help. But he couldn't speak, and couldn't communicate with the other party, so he had to stand up, leave the dungeon, and think of a way to rescue people and treat them again.

He pondered for a long time, drawing the map of Tianxiang Tower on the sand with the memory of Xueba and the eyes of insects. According to the structure and orientation of the building, he determined the purpose of each building, and then accurately found the treasure house and avoided all the formations. The law and the guards, controlling a few butterflies and moths, and sparks with mysterious fire flew in from the vents of the treasure house and landed on a wooden frame or cloth.

The flame of the mysterious fire is stronger than the ordinary fire, and it can be ignited no matter what it encounters.

Billowing black smoke came out of the treasure house, and the alarm formation was activated, which disturbed the people in Tianxianglou. The old bustard with disheveled hair, crying and shouting, urging everyone to put out the fire and save things. The treasure house is her life savings. , Is the most important existence in Tianxianglou, who can care about the disfigured money-losing goods in the dungeon?

Song Qingshi slipped back to the dungeon without being noticed.

Xuanhuo is an extremely high-temperature flame, and it is highly corrosive and poisonous. No matter how small the flame is, it can be used as a welding torch. He carefully burned the railing on the window, climbed in, then burned the iron chain on Wuhuan's feet, untied the rope on his hand, and dragged it out of the window.

Wuhuan finally got out of the dungeon. He fell down as soon as he stood up. He tried to help the wall to get up, and his legs trembled every time he took a step.

Song Qingshi immediately squatted down, opened the hem of his robe, carefully checked the muscle problems in his leg, and confirmed that he had been imprisoned for too long, was severely lacking in exercise, and had a broken leg without proper treatment, which made walking difficult. This situation is a common trauma in the world of cultivating immortals. It only needs re-bonding, massage and rehabilitation, supplemented by elixir, and it can be completely cured.

Wuhuan couldn't see it, and felt that this man touched his lap as soon as he got out of the dungeon, and squeezed it hard from time to time. It was really a hungry ghost in the color, and was extremely shameless. He was contemptuous in his heart, but he hadn't escaped the danger yet, so he dared not care, he could only hide his disgust, let his face show the right shy expression, then obediently pull up the clothes, and softly make a playful posture, waiting for the other party to touch enough Legs, softly persuaded: "Thank you for your life-saving grace, let's go out and do it again, okay?"

"Okay." Song Qingshi also knew that studying his condition in this place was not very good, so he held back his itching, and helped him to walk a few steps, feeling that it was not easy to move, so he took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the house, so he just found a piece of it. The old and not new navy blue robe wrapped Wuhuan to cover the bloodstains and appearance on his body, then put it on his back, and quietly jumped out of the wall where he had left the hole in the enchantment.

He stayed in the mountains all the year round to collect medicine. He looked thin and still had the strength, and he was able to move freely with the same thin Wuhuan on his back. He controlled the monitoring butterfly again, took the path that no one saw, avoided sight, and moved away from Tianxiang Tower smoothly.

"En Gong is not a local?" Wu Huan lay on his back, uncomfortable with bones in the bumps. He finally discovered that Song Qingshi was just a qi training monk, short and thin, still dumb, with a very clean smell of medicine. Faint, smells very comfortable, with indescribable gentleness, not disgusting.

He shook his mind in the fragrance of the medicine for a moment, and once again remembered the way this person was touching his thighs, his heart became cruel, pretending to know nothing, and sweetly asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Song Qingshi took his hand on his throat, grunted twice, indicating that he could not speak.

Wuhuan touched the situation, confirmed the key position of his throat, and then retracted it.

It is not the time yet, and there is no suitable tool.

Two years ago, he used this method to trick a lecherous servant into taking him away, and then when the servant wanted to do something wrong with him, he killed people with stones and threw them into the river. It's a pity...I didn't have enough experience at the time, and coupled with the obstruction of my eyes, I couldn't accurately judge the direction. I ran a short distance and was caught.

This time, he couldn't make the same mistake again.

Wuhuan lowered his head. With his sense of hearing and smell, he carefully felt the breath around him, such as pine trees, locust trees, laurel flowers, Lingxin grass, streams, wild ducks... He remembered the composition of each complex smell, each small sound The source of, then outlines the appearance of the environment in his mind, remembers the route that he has walked, and judges his position to facilitate escape.

Song Qingshi took him up the mountain.

There are simple huts in the weathered rock cracks, piled with various herbs, and a small pill furnace. It is the place where he lives. Although it is in tatters, everything is clean and barely meets the requirements of medical students. Cleanliness.

Song Qingshi complained about Sword Master Mo Yuan’s stinginess in arranging mission status, and placed Wuhuan on a bed of dry thatch. Then he checked his injuries, took his hand, tried to write on the palm, and wanted to tell him to treat him. Plan, hope to cooperate with treatment.

Ancient writing is a bit difficult, so he racked his brains, went to the complicated and simplified, and wrote for a long time.

"Yun Gong, are you asking me something?" Wuhuan felt that he had been drawing on the palm of his hand for a long time, and he hesitated to apologize, "I'm sorry, I don't know the words."

Song Qingshi looked up in amazement, feeling five thunders.

Wuhuan took his hand back and explained patiently: "I am a mortal, with invisible eyes. I was sold to Tianxianglou since I was a child. I learned some skills in playing, playing, singing, and serving people. No one has ever taught me. Literacy. After all...what's the use of teaching a blind man to read? I can't read the book again."

One can't see, one can't tell.

The communication between the two was completely bottlenecked.

However, Wuhuan's injuries and illness need to be dealt with.

Song Qingshi had to do it directly. He stretched out his hand and checked the scar on Wuhuan's face, then opened his eyes to the sun to confirm the problem inside. He found that Wuhuan's eyes were not completely damaged, but they had been infected with Euphorbiae, and the eyes were covered with a thick layer of fog, which could distinguish the brightness of the light, as well as the blurry shadows close to the eyes.

You need to refine Xuantian Taiming Pill because it is not easy to solve.

Xuantian Taiming Pill is a superb elixir that is difficult to refine. The main materials need the inner pill of Lithospermum, Bodhi stone, and ten thousand-year-old tortoise. When refining, it needs a good pill furnace to withstand the fire... …

Song Qingshi looked at the simple hut and the broken silver on hand, and became even more melancholy.

He temporarily threw the unanswerable question aside, then motioned to Wuhuan to take off his clothes and lay on the bed, asking him to treat the whiplash on his back. These injuries were not handled properly. They were simply given some gold sore medicine. Although they were fine for the time being, they were likely to cause fever and even cause life-threatening injuries. They must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Song Qingshi pulled Wuhuan's clothes and wanted to take them off.

"Can I do it later? I'm not ready yet," Wuhuan was terrified, clutching his clothes tightly. He didn't expect the other party to be so anxious that he didn't even leave him half of the preparation time. When I found a tool to kill, I could only plead, "My injury is still not healed, and I can't bear it. It will spoil my benefactor's interest..."

Song Qing kept using gestures and movements to express: It's just that the injury on your back is not good, so you need to take off your clothes and lie down for treatment.

Wuhuan was trained as a leader in Tianxianglou for many years. Although the old bustard kept his innocent body in order to sell it at a high price, he was taught a lot of wind and moon, and he understood everything that he should know. When he saw Song Qingshi not only pulled his clothes, stretched out his hand to touch the wound on his back, but also motioned him to lie on the bed, relax his body, and make a playful posture...

This person's breath is very clean and comfortable, but his behavior is worse than that of the servant who was killed in the past, which is too deceptive!

Wuhuan was anxious and angry, backing back again and again, reluctant to undress, and begged: "The wound on my body is very painful, please be merciful for a few more days."

Song Qingshi heard him say that the wound was painful. He didn't know how to explain that the treatment did not hurt. His heart became even more anxious. Seeing that the sun was going down, the light was not good for the treatment, so he was cruel, took out the means to deal with the big bear child, and directly pushed him down. On the bed, tear off his clothes to expose his scarred back, hold his hands, and force treatment.

The new wounds are superimposed on the old ones, and I don’t know how many times I have been severely beaten.

Song Qingshi gently inspected the wound to confirm the situation.

"No, don't touch me." Wuhuan felt that his back was touched by the cold fingertips, and the things he feared most were about to happen. He finally lost his mind and struggled frantically, constantly cursing, "You beast , Let me go! Shameless shameless! Rubbish! Beasts! Kill me!"

He was a mortal body, imprisoned for a long time, did not eat and drink, was exhausted, and had no power to fight against the monks.

The healed wound broke apart in the fierce struggle, and fresh blood came out again.

He bit into Song Qingshi's hand fiercely, took advantage of the shock of the other party, broke free from the restraints, then rolled to the ground and crawled out.

Song Qingshi finally found that there was a serious misunderstanding in the communication between the two. He didn't know how to deal with such a complicated situation. After thinking for a moment, he decided to use actions to solve it.

He drew out a golden needle and pierced it toward the lethargic acupuncture point.

Wuhuan felt the sky turned dizzy, and his eyes turned black. He stood up swayingly and wanted to go outside, but after all, he fell into the arms of gentle medicine. Before falling into a coma, he pulled Song Qingshi's skirt and asked desperately:

"do not hurt me……"

Song Qingshi hugged him back to the bed, placed him carefully, and said silently in his ear gently with his mouth:

Don't be afraid, I will never hurt you.

...

He didn't know if this sentence was conveyed to Wuhuan's heart.

However, the scarred teenager finally relaxed and entered a deep sleep.