Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi didn't leave his pen and wrote three hours, and finally finished the preliminary arrangement of the information, and found that the sky was already showing white fish.

Yue Wuhuan handed him a cup of spiritual tea intimately.

He took Lingcha and wanted to talk more about Yu Wenyu’s protagonist’s luck. Although he felt that it had nothing to do with him, he always cared a little. He felt that Yu Wenyu was not like a character who needed to be saved. He was tall and handsome. Handsome, talented, happy family, and very simple personality. Song Jincheng was fooled around in a few words, and he couldn't see where tragedy would be...

Song Qingshi struggled in Mo Yuan's formation and was seriously tired. He slept for a long time and didn't fully recover. He stayed up all night, and now he is a little tired.

Yue Wuhuan felt distressed, and advised him to take a break, then took out all kinds of snacks from the mustard bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

Song Qingshi was eating sweet snacks sweetly. Suddenly, with hindsight, he discovered that his man was not only taller, but also more beautiful. The waist is the waist, the legs are the legs, so beautiful...

When Yue Wuhuan made up his memory, he was afraid that he still had a burden in his heart, saying that the two had done happy things. In Mo Yuan's law formation, after they formed a Taoist companion, he was almost overwhelmed by these things. According to Yue Wuhuan's description, Mo Yuan who was attached to his previous life at that time also enjoyed it. It was quite pleasant. It is estimated that Mo Yuan was afraid that his future self would be jealous and set up special benefits.

Therefore, the two are regarded as old couples, practice makes perfect, not to mention being shy.

Song Qingshi quickly got up from the table and rolled over.

Yue Wuhuan understood his thoughts, smiled, put down his snacks, leaned on the chaise couch, assumed the posture of picking him up, and then glanced lightly, the phoenix eyes were full of affection, and the waves flowed, long Fans with long eyelashes, like a small hook to the heart, itchy: "Come here."

Song Qingshi was fascinated by the beauty of his family. Regardless of the difference between the two of them, he climbed onto the chaise couch, straddled on his waist, boldly stretched out his sinful claws to touch the beautiful face, and then leaned over and licked his lips. The soft and sweet taste was extremely satisfying, and he continued to dig deeper and began to eat well. The beauty is in his arms, gentle and obedient, and occasionally makes a few pleasant low voices, encouraging him to continue kissing...

Until, the red vine quietly covered the whole room, got into the robe, and wrapped his hands, feet and waist.

Song Qingshi felt a little dazed when he could not move.

He felt that the process of the matter was different from that in Mo Yuan's law formation. The more Huanhuan he did not elaborate on how the world was done, he pondered... Back then, he was the leader of Yuan Ying, and the more Huanhuan he was building the foundation. Monk, you won't play harder than the sword repair period, right? He looked at the beauties’ increasingly greedy eyes and the terrifying aura, feeling that he was a fat rabbit blinded by beauty and falling into a trap. He was going to be served by a full set of fried, roasted and fried. Should he figure out his memory? Click to start?

Men cannot say no in bed.

He never begs for mercy.

Song Qingshi struggled and said firmly, "Wuhuan, I like you."

The more Wuhuan got used to tying up his prey first, and making sure he couldn’t run away before eating, he slowly tidied up his messed up clothes, looking at Song Qing when he wanted to be a little bit awkward, he couldn’t help but want to make fun of him, so he dragged him away. In his arms, attached to the ear, said a lot of exciting gameplay, and added: "These are the things you liked before."

Song Qingshi was at a loss: "What do I like?"

He has a high acceptance of these things. He will not be shy because of the other side’s habit, and is willing to accept new things. However, the difficulty of the gameplay that Yue Wuhuan said is a bit beyond his imagination. It feels like a circle, he probably I really can't get up.

"I have evidence." Yue Wuhuan sorted out the things left by Song Qingshi, and found in the study the messy textbooks sent by Xianjun Ye Lin and the bedcloth notes written by Song Qingshi. He was full of laughter, and he finally understood why he still wanted to do everything on his new hands. It was a weird trick. He didn’t want these things to be seen by others, so he put them away. Because they were too interesting, he was reluctant to destroy them and put them beside him. Now he took out a notebook as evidence and showed Song Qingshi the writing and content on it. , Confidently said, "Look, it's what you want, you let me cooperate with you to do these things."

The Blood King Vine relaxed Song Qingshi's hand.

Song Qingshi took the notebook and confirmed that it was written by himself. After thinking about it, he said without hesitation: "Then do it."

Yue Wuhuan couldn't help but laugh, and continued to tease him: "Aren't you afraid of making a mistake? Can't stand it?"

"It's not mistaken. Since it's written in the notes, it's something I think is acceptable and willing to challenge." Song Qingshi analyzed it seriously. "These things are like experiments. If you don't try it, there will be no results. How can I know if I haven't done it before. I can't bear it, do you like it? Anyway... no matter how difficult it is, I will always try it once. If it is uncomfortable, I won't want it next time."

Yue Wuhuan entangled the vine again: "Are you not afraid of such a hobby?"

Song Qingshi calmly said: "Everyone has a hobby, you like me, you won't hurt me."

Yue Wuhuan was stunned: "Don't you think... I am strange?"

"It's not strange." Song Qingshi was afraid that he would not understand, and there would be psychological problems again, so he decided to give him a good physical hygiene class to let him understand that humans have various strange habits, such as fetishism, voice fetishism, etc... …It is legal and does not harm society, and does not affect other people’s habits. There is no problem at all.

It's just a vine, it's very gentle and doesn't hurt, he feels okay.

Song Qingshi seriously gave Yue Wuhuan lessons in biology and social psychology.

Yue Wuhuan listened in a trance, and once again felt the diversity of human psychology. His little hobby was really nothing, and he also discovered that Song Qingshi was very receptive to new things and liked interesting things. As long as you make it clear beforehand and be prepared, you will be very cooperative and not afraid to play.

This, this is so happy...

Good things happened again tonight. Not only did he get married and untie his happy knot, he also took the initiative to climb the bed and invited to have a taste. He wanted to vent out, but unfortunately, his avatar, Bird, has found something troublesome and can’t continue. ...

Yue Wuhuan restrained his desire, put Song Qingshi down from the vine, gathered his shirt and re-dressed his robe, and then pointed out the window: "Be careful."

Song Qingshi was stunned and raised his head. He saw a red eye dripping with blood in the crack of the window, staring at him stubbornly. Although the scene was terrifying, Song Qingshi was relatively slow. He felt the horror atmosphere and wanted to understand what it was, so he was not afraid in an instant.

He ran over excitedly and opened the window. There was a huge filthy demon outside the house, about two meters high, with black crusty skin, four eyes, corroding venom in his mouthparts, and hard horns on his head. There are also a pair of beetle-like wings on the back, which look fantastic and interesting! This is another new breed that has never been seen before!

The filthy demon and him, with six eyes looking at each other, looked at each other's body and flesh and blood.

Song Qingshi was excited: "Wuhuan! I like this filthy demon!"

"Well, there is a wave of filthy demons outside. I know you want a few to do research alive, so you let it go." Yue Wuhuan used countless vines to restrain the filthy demons outside the window. It lost the ability to move, still grinning, waving its mantis-like arms, growled and roared, and then asked, "This one is very spiritual, do you think it is suitable."

Song Qingshi nodded wildly: "Appropriate!"

Yue Wuhuan made a simple cage with vines, put the filthy demon in it, and gave it to him for research.

Song Qingshi suddenly remembered the new vocabulary he had just said: "What is the magic wave?"

Yue Wuhuan said: "Occasionally hundreds of filthy demons will gather to attack human towns or sects. We are called demonic tides. The demonic tides don’t know where or when they happen. When crossing the border, there is no grass and they are attacked. The towns of the city have already perished before they can ask for help...Although the demonic wave rarely happens, it causes great disasters, and we can only wipe out the **** afterwards."

Song Qingshi followed his line of sight to the sky, and was surprised to find that the sky was densely covered with thousands of filthy demons, like locusts entering, smelling the breath of flesh and blood, and swept in. He had encountered a few filthy demons in the inn, and thought it was something that was easy to deal with, but when this kind of thing became a group, it was a catastrophe.

He was worried for a moment, looked at Yue Wuhuan next to him, and calmed down.

The first person in the world of cultivating immortals, the great villain of the immortal pinnacle, is here, and it is not easy for him to die.

Song Qingshi ordered: "Catch more live animals."

"There are a lot of them, I'm afraid they will escape to nearby towns and raveous," Yue Wu said with a smile, "I have notified the nearby subordinates and affiliated sects to come and help, there should be no major crisis."

Countless Nirvana Red Butterflies slowly fly into the air, rushing towards the dirty dirt.

Bright flames rose around him, with countless huge blood-colored vines extending in all directions, strangling all the monsters they encountered. Many young disciples from Tianwumen ran over in a panic, seeking asylum, many of them were injured. Song Qingshi took the disciples with low cultivation bases and minor injuries to set up a simple battlefield hospital to rescue those injured. Suffer.

...

The master of Tianwumen, Yu Wenyan wakes up very early every day, drinks a cup of Bi'an tea, and then practices sword.

He was shocked when he saw the filthy demons overwhelming the sky. Only a few martial sects of this scale could hold up. For Tianwumen, it was the disaster of extinction. They just had talents. Disciple, with the hope of shining the door lintel, will it be destroyed in an instant?

Yu'er, Yu'er and a few promising disciples must be sent out at all costs!

Yuwen panicked for a moment, and countless thoughts appeared in his mind, like a horse lantern. After turning around, he turned blank. He turned his head and found the beautiful child who claimed to be Song Xiaobai was squatting in the nearby grass, looking for something. He was a little weird in his heart, and he didn't hesitate to grab the unintentional bear boy, and instructed: "Don't play, follow me, and later run away with Yu Wenyu."

Four or five filthy demons fell in front of him, their black claws flashed with cold light, and their mouthparts carried traces of eating flesh and blood.

Yuwenyan drew out his sword and protected the child behind him.

He is dignified by swordsmanship, even if he is dead, he must die with integrity, and he can't let such a small child die in the demonic tide!

Hao Long raised his head and looked at this human uncle. He has been ignored by everyone when he came to Tian Wuzong. Later, his mother threw him at the door and let him look at the door. He didn't give him food. He was half hungry. He sneaked in and wanted to go to the grass to catch a ling mouse and eat it. He just found one and was interrupted by the demonic tide before he ate it.

The mouse ran away, he was so angry...

He was going to find his father to complain, saying that his mother had abused the baby and always let him eat vegetables and carrots instead of raw meat and mice.

The sound of the wings of the magic wave in the sky was piercing, and Opteron was a little bit embarrassed, afraid that the mother blamed him at the door, so that the garbage ran in, and quickly exposed the original body, bypassing Yuwenyan, regardless of the unpleasantness and nausea. Only the filthy demons swallowed them all, try to eliminate the evidence and don't get scolded.

The huge white snake filled the entire yard, and then swam towards the filthy demons.

Yuwenyan was stunned for a while, and finally remembered who was the guest at Tianwumen.

He retracted the sword, turned around, and calmly drank the cup of Bi'an tea, calmly rethinking how to deal with it.

Well, Tianwumen cannot be destroyed...