Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Xueba ran to the examination room and the test paper was missing...

Song Qingshi received an unprecedented major blow. He wandered around a few times without giving up. He was sure that no one could be found, and his mind was extremely confused. According to Fu Donglai’s personality described in the original work, Qu Yurong should have been indescribable now. Is his mission a failure?

He tried to ask Mo Yuan Jianzun what to do in his mind...

Sword Sovereign Mo Yuan's magic circle is much better than the unreliable system teacher, and the answer automatically pops out: the choice fails, and he exits the task directly.

This is just a magic circle, not the real world, it's boring to be a poor and ugly dumb.

Song Qingshi wanted to quit and receive a consolation prize, but thinking about the young man in the house who had a close relationship with Feng Jun, he felt that everything was wrong, and he couldn't make the choice to give up. He went to the shop to buy some rice noodles and food, and walked heavily home, wanting to see Wuhuan again, get him something to eat, and then think about what to do in the future...

Wuhuan put on his clothes, sat on the bed, seriously dipped his fingers in the water, and practiced stroke by stroke on the carved wooden board. He heard the familiar footsteps outside the door, quickly picked up the wooden plank, and passed it happily: "You are back, come and have a look, am I right?"

The fourteen-year-old boy faded away from the calculations and scheming in the dark, revealing his true appearance.

He successfully left hell, ready to start a new life, with a new plan in his mind.

Song Qingshi hesitated to look at the wooden board. Every word was written crookedly and the strokes were correct, but he couldn't see the position, and the words were superimposed on each other, making them messy and indistinguishable. He couldn't say any words of praise, so he took Wuhuan's hand and placed it on his head, and nodded vigorously like a puppy, expressing his agreement, extremely agree.

"You're so funny," Wu Huan was amused by him, rubbing his boring long hair, retracting his hand, and asked embarrassedly, "If... I learn these words, I can understand what you are saying, right?"

Song Qingshi was stunned.

"You are so kind," Wuhuan cherished the handwriting on the wooden board, then lowered his head, lifted up the long blue silk, covered the ears that were starting to burn, and his voice was very soft, "No one has ever treated me this way before. ..."

He was a useless blind man and couldn't think of anything to give back to him.

"I have nowhere to go, can you keep me?" Wuhuan asked cautiously, "Although I can't see, but I'm very smart. Life won't cause you trouble. I can cook and clean up. I will try my best to learn words and figure out what you mean. I can be your voice and speak for you..."

These things are not repayable at all, they are just a drag on the other side.

My face flushed with shame, and I was a little grateful that I couldn't see the other person's expression.

He feels like a drowning person, clutching a piece of driftwood passing by, trying to crawl out, knowing that this piece of driftwood is so weak, it may not be able to carry his own weight, and still can’t let go, he Embrace your own despicableness...

Wuhuan's head hangs lower and lower, almost buried in the quilt.

Song Qingshi’s eyes were a little fuzzy, and he couldn’t think anymore. The Fengjun in his mind overlapped with Wuhuan in front of him. He felt that in the memory he had lost, he had seen Wuhuan look more miserable and helpless than now. , As long as you think about it for a moment, your heart will be throbbing pain. No matter what the mission of Sword Sovereign Mo Yuan was, whether it was a fantasy or a memory, he didn't care, as long as the person in front of him was Wuhuan, Fengjun's past was enough.

After the heart made a decision, it immediately relaxed.

Song Qingshi felt that the whole person was at ease.

He wiped away his tears, sat on Wuhuan’s bed, touched those beautiful eyes, and made a serious promise to him: Don’t be afraid, I will not leave, I will heal your eyes. Heal your body, heal your heart, no matter how difficult it is, I will never give up...

"I seem to hear your answer, in my heart," Wuhuan tightly grasped the gentle hands and put them to his ears, carefully feeling the sound of the two hearts beating. This is happiness that cannot be expressed in words. After a long time, finally red eyes, "Thank you, I'm so happy."

Song Qingshi took the wooden board and the knife again and began to teach writing.

Wuhuan sniffed the clean smell of medicine on his body and leaned over.

Song Qingshi grabbed his hand and wrote strokes on the wooden board time and time again. Every time he taught a new character, he took the utensils or compared his hands and painted his feet and made all kinds of weird movements, letting him guess what the word was. It is always necessary to guess wrong countless times and go around a lot of ridiculous directions to guess the correct answer.

For example, he found a blue stone and tried to make Wuhuan understand that his name was: Qingshi, Qingshi, Qingshi...

Wuhuan touched it for a long time and understood: "You are called a stone."

Song Qingshi: "..."

The two heads are put together, laughing constantly, even the simplest room is the most comfortable nest.

...

When the test paper in the examination room was lost, he just flew back, maybe one day the test paper flew back?

Song Qingshi decided not to give up and stayed by Wuhuan's side until Mo Yuan Jianzun announced that the mission had failed and kicked him out of the circle. Although the world of Xiuxian is very big, maybe he is lucky enough to meet Qu Yurong? Bring him back at that time, brainwash him, heal his psychology, and relieve Stockholm syndrome. If he doesn't get one hundred points, he can get sixty points. If he fails, he will hold the teacher's thigh again to see if he can make up the exam.

A happy day counts as a day, a happy year counts as a year...

Song Qingshi wanted to open it up, and he didn't have to do anything. He put all his energy on Wuhuan, picking and boiling medicine every day, rehabilitating massage, cleaning and washing. Wuhuan was served by him on the bed for the first time to relieve him. Once again, he misunderstood something strange. His face was flushed. He pulled his pants and refused to take it off. It took a long time to understand what the other party meant, and the back rubbing obeyed.

He didn't dare to resist, he treated obediently, only hoping to get rid of the shame of being unable to move in bed soon.

Fortunately, Wuhuan is the root of the wood system. The wound healing effect is very good. Coupled with the assistance of various elixirs, he has been lying in bed for about a month, learning more than two hundred characters, and then he can go down to the ground with a cane and practice. Walked. He quickly figured out the layout of the house, fumbled for several times, and then learned to tidy up and tidy up.

The pressure on Song Qingshi's shoulders eased a lot.

His cooking ability is very poor. He can only make white porridge and clear soup noodles. Trying to stew a chicken soup can create a strange taste. It is dark and full of flavors. He almost made Wuhuan unpalatable and vomited. After going down, the digestion problem occurred in the stomach and intestines, and I took several doses of medicine.

Song Qingshi was very guilty and vowed to learn to cook.

Wuhuan finally knew why he was so thin, and persuaded him to study cooking, and then he started cooking personally, feeling the steam temperature with his hands, memorizing the seasoning decorations, studying several times, using the technique of stewing and cooking. He produced many kinds of porridge and soup, and also studied how to steam rice and steamed buns, and fed Song Qingshi every day in a duck-stuffing manner. Before going to bed, he had to pick him up to touch his bones and weigh his weight to see if he had gained weight.

After Song Qingshi confirmed that he had no problem with the housework, he focused on collecting medicine and alchemy and practicing. He didn't care about money and the quality of life before, but now he can't just do it if he wants to raise a beautiful person without joy.

He used the available materials to refine a lot of commonly used medicines to sell, but unfortunately he can talk and is not a profiteer opponent. Now he can’t talk, and he is even more helpless. Fortunately, he doesn’t care about it, and the efficiency of pharmacy is high. Coupled with the good quality of the pill, and luckily received one or two orders, I still saved a few spirit stones.

The material of Xuantian Taiming Pill is not available in small places. The focus of Tianxianglou’s search for people is on Qu Yurong, but they have also searched for Wuhuan for more than half a month. Although they can’t find anyone, they think Wuhuan is dead or Abandoned, he gave up searching. They'd better take this opportunity to flee away, so as not to have any accidents and be found by Tianxianglou in Wuhuan's trail.

Song Qingshi used gestures and words to communicate simply with Wuhuan.

Wuhuan’s face has been restored. Although his body has not grown up yet, it looks like an alluring treasure. Song Qingshi pondered this for a long time. He made a special plaster and applied it on Wuhuan’s body. His face, hands and feet were made yellow and black, leaving only four points of the original color. This plaster must be washed off with a special potion. Although long-term use will slightly damage the skin and become rough, Wuhuan doesn't care about it, and after stopping the medication, he will come back for a while.

Song Qingshi felt that it was not ugly enough, so he made some burn scars and stuck them on his cheeks to cover the moles of tears. Then he put on bloated torn clothes to cover his beautiful figure, put on the old curtains, and watched. It's like a soil bun from the country. As for himself, he hasn't been well raised yet, and his appearance is ugly enough that he doesn't need to be disguised.

He sold all the things that could be sold, bought a small mustard bag, put the pill furnace in, and then asked a blacksmith to make custom-made tiger braces for travel, intending to earn living expenses by curing diseases. The blacksmith looked at the drawings for a long time, then took out a tiger brace that someone had ordered before but didn't come to get it, and sold it to him cheaply.

When Song Qingshi got the tiger support, he was stunned.

Its shape and size are similar to those of Mo Yuan Jianzun's tiger support, but it is brand new and bright, and it does not have complicated formations and words.

Probably... the standard of the tiger support is similar?

Song Qingshi rang the bell, made sure the sound was loud, and didn't think much.

He simply packed his things, shook the tiger in one hand, and held Wuhuan in the other, and embarked on the journey. They walked through ancient towns in the countryside and through the streets and alleys. Most of the patients encountered by Youyi were poor people. He was responsible for treating the patients, and Wuhuan was responsible for communicating with the patients. Sometimes, they would not charge for literate scholars. , Asked him to help Wuhuan recognize dozens of characters, and if he encountered a carpenter, he would not charge a fee, so he could help to carve two books.

They met many interesting people, many interesting things, and also encountered many troubles and dangerous things.

Spring goes and winter comes, and the cold comes and goes.

Wuhuan finally succeeded in building a foundation.

He looked back suddenly, time flies, ten years have passed...

The boy's stature has increased, his gentleness remains, and the fragrance of medicine remains the same.

They rang the bell, stepped across thousands of mountains and rivers, rushed through Longtan and Tiger's Den, and saw the prosperity of the world.

But, no matter where you go, where you go, what happens...

The hand that held him tightly, never let go.