Mistakenly Saving the Villain

That night, Song Qingshi held Yue Wuhuan tightly in his arms, desperately to comfort him, the whole process was incoherent, philosophy, medicine, and sociological theories took turns on the stage. When he was excited, English, German and Latin all came out, let alone the more unpleasant. I don't understand, even he himself doesn't know what he is talking about.

At least, the attitude is right...

Yue Wuhuan had already recovered, he quietly smelled the comfortable fragrance of medicine on his body, listening to those messy but reassuring words, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but evoke a slight arc, a bit bitter.

He had known for a long time that he could not hide it for the sake of temporary stability, and waited for others to put these dirty pasts in front of Song Qingshi, sow discord and smear at will. Therefore, even if Song Qingshi did not find these albums during his trip to Lecheng, he would take the initiative to lead him to the bookstore, pretending to let him see it accidentally, and then, while he still likes himself, be honest, strive for mercy and promise, and break. Opportunities for those who are interested to make a fuss about this matter.

Ridiculous...

Obviously it was something that had been prepared long ago. The moment Song Qingshi opened the picture album, he was still embarrassed with embarrassment. What is even more embarrassing is that even when he sees such things, Song Qingshi has anger and sympathy in his eyes, but no desire at all. This makes him more clearly realize that the two people's likes are different.

Song Qingshi's love is appreciation, cherishment, and care.

His liking is monopoly, aggression, and desire.

The more Wuhuan kissed the ends of his hair greedily, thinking crazy...

Why do you see this person better every time you try?

How could this let him let go?

How good would it be to meet this person while being clean?

The venom of resentment spread from his heart to his whole body. He hated the lack of thanks, hated Jin Feiyu and everything that had soiled him. He hated this disgusting world. He wanted to destroy all the places outside the Medicine King Valley. It is enough to leave only a piece of pure land in the world, leaving only one person...

...

After this incident, the two of them rested their minds about visiting Lecheng, casually rested overnight, and set off for Yaowanggu the next morning.

Song Qingshi researched all kinds of schemes for concealing the identity and making things more uncomfortable.

He even thought about undergoing cosmetic surgery to change his face, but he couldn't bear to ruin this perfect face...

Suddenly, the fighting of monks came from the forest.

Song Qingshi stopped the fairy beast and looked at it, but saw that two monks with golden core cultivation were fighting for their lives. The two sides were full of swords and magic weapons. They fought for about two quarters of an hour. The monks in black were defeated, and the monks who defeated him were defeated. He took away his magical instruments and mustard bag, and hurried away with his sword.

This kind of murder and treasure-winning drama is common in the fairy world, and no one can determine the identity and grievances of both parties.

Therefore, unless you get acquainted with one of the parties, you will not intervene in this matter.

Song Qingshi followed the laws of this world and was unwilling to intervene in these messy things. After watching for a while, he was ready to drive away with the fairy beast.

Yue Wuhuan stopped him: "Lord, let's go and see, maybe people are not dead yet."

After he finished speaking, he drove the fairy beast to the black-clothed monk. Song Qingshi hurriedly followed when he saw it.

Although the black-clothed monk still had a breath, he was seriously injured. There were wounds cut out by seven or eight swords on his body, and part of his internal organs were damaged, and he was unconscious. If he left it without treatment, he might not live long.

In order to avoid trouble, Yaowanggu never accepts patients of unknown origin.

Song Qingshi frowned and hesitated.

Yue Wuhuan squatted down, put on his gloves, carefully examined the wounds of the black-clothed monk, and then asked: "My Lord, you have recently taught me the method of stitching and the treatment of trauma. I have learned it, but I lack my hands. Opportunity for rehearsal. Can this wounded be brought back to Yaowanggu, so that I can heal him and practice medical skills?"

Even if the protagonist encounters ugliness, his heart is still kind, and he may become a famous doctor in the future.

Song Qingshi sighed for a long time, and immediately agreed to help the patient with emergency treatment, then put the fairy beast on and took it home.

In the Medicine King Valley, Song Qingshi placed the patient in a quiet ward.

This is the first patient that Yue Wuhuan took over. He not only sutured all the wounds, but also fed the patients with his own hands. He kept recording his vital signs, and asked for advice on everything, for fear of any accidents. Song Qingshi also had to lament that he was talented and knew everything. Every step was done perfectly. The medical records were also well written. There was almost nothing to fault. After the patient showed obvious signs of improvement, he Then rest assured that this matter will be handled by Yue Wuhuan.

Three days after the black-clothed monk woke up, he smelled the fragrance of the medicine in the room, moved the wound a little, and found that he was bandaged tightly, knowing that he had been rescued, and he was extremely grateful. He raised his head to thank the benefactor, but saw a bright and beautiful face that he had never forgotten.

"Yes, did you save me?" The black-clothed monk murmured.

Yue Wuhuan stayed by the bedside for a long time and took care of him. Seeing that he was awake, he nodded and said: "The slave has seen the immortal long."

The black monk's name was She Yun, he was a magic cultivator, and he was not a character. Two years ago, he was fortunate to go to Jinfeng Villa with his friends as a guest. Originally, he was not qualified to meet such a beautiful beauty as Yue Wuhuan. However, that night the beauty did not serve the distinguished guests. As punishment, he was given medicine to reward them. Have fun.

The loose phoenix eyes, the coquettish moles of tears, the ecstatic voice, the mark of imprisonment.

The joy of that night is unforgettable in a lifetime.

No matter what kind of brothel he was looking for, he didn't feel that way anymore.

She Yun looked closely at Yue Wuhuan, feeling a bit thirsty in her throat. Under the control of Hehuan Yin, the slave has no ability to hurt people. So, what is the purpose of the beauty to save him? Could it be that he still remembers himself...

Under the hot eyes, Yue Wuhuan lowered his head slightly, poured out the potion that had been warmed by a small fire for a long time, carefully served him to eat it, and then said with a smile: "The medicine is bitter, Xianchang will take a candy pill. "

Using his white fingers, he put the sugar pill into She Yun's mouth.

Looking at him with beautiful eyes, full of tenderness and expectation.

She Yun was dizzy and unable to think, the sugar pill had melted in his mouth, and there seemed to be some strange bitterness in it.

Yue Wuhuan waited for him to finish taking the medicine and got up to clean up the house. He piled up all the debris in the house to the corner, leaving only an empty table and chair, and then put on a pair of flimsy monster leather gloves.

She Yun asked expectantly: "Do you remember me?"

Yue Wuhuan walked back and looked at him, with the brilliance of desire in his eyes: "The fairy makes the slave happy, and the slave dare not forget each other."

He used to be like a flower branch that was pruned by hand. Although beautiful, he is too artificial. Now he has his own color, more dazzling and dazzling. It is actually three points more beautiful than before. If Jin Feizhen saw it, he would regret it. Let go so stunning, right?

She Yun felt dry in her mouth, her heartbeat accelerated, her whole body became soft, and her lower body gradually reacted.

Yue Wuhuan glanced at him and smiled even more charmingly. He gently slid his fingertips across She Yun's chest, picked up his shirt, and then pressed it heavily, and said ambiguously: "Today, I want to be with the immortal again Long and happy, okay?"

She Yun was so pleased that she could hardly believe that such a good thing would happen, and she hurriedly promised: "I am happy with you. If you are disgusted by your master, I would like to take you back."

Yue Wuhuan laughed happily as if he had heard something interesting.

Immediately afterwards, She Yun saw that Yue Wuhuan posted a sound barrier formation on the door, and then took out a bunch of strange little tools in the mustard bag and placed them on the table covered with white cloth, knives, scissors, Pliers, saws, and some horror tools that I don’t know what they are, and then introduced one by one: "This is a scalpel, this is a surgical scissors and a bone scissors, this is an elbow tweezers..."

She Yun noticed something wrong and wanted to struggle, only to find that he lost control of his hands and feet and couldn't move.

"You served Puppet Dan. I haven't made it very successfully. I can't control your actions, but it's enough." Yue Wuhuan put on his robe, put on a mask, picked up a scalpel, and asked with concern, "Now you Except that the body can't move, do you have any feelings?"

She Yun was shocked and angry: "Are you not controlled by the seal of acacia?"

Yue Wuhuan let out a mocking chuckle, but there was no human emotion in his eyes, only the craziness and desire that were about to overflow, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Please, please, don't be like this." She Yun finally realized what was going to happen, screaming and begging for mercy, "Let me go!"

This night is like that night, when the devil faces a lamb with no resistance, no mercy, no mercy, only cruel play.

The scalpel fell heavily, and the wailing was endless.

"Are you comfortable being inserted?"

The devil happily repeated what he had said, word by word:

"Come, let me enjoy this bliss on earth..."

"Please please me with your humble body..."

"Scream well, call it ecstasy..."

"..."

Yue Wuhuan looked at the dirty blood in his hands, but his heart was very satisfied.

It turns out that he is really crazy.

...

It was late at night, and Song Qingshi was still sitting on the Luohan bed in the library, reading, and suddenly found that Yue Wuhuan was leaning on the door and looking at himself. He didn't know when he took a bath, wearing a newly made red single coat, and a mixture of orchids and herbs all over his body. The scent of her, her hair is also wet, and her mood seems to be in a good mood.

Song Qingshi raised his hand and motioned for him to come up: "Will you take a bath so late? Be careful of catching cold."

"The clothes touched some dirty things, so they were all washed." Yue Wuhuan sat on the Luohan bed obediently and opened a book casually. "I can't sleep, I want to accompany the Lord to read a book, okay?"

Song Qingshi naturally welcomed him and pushed the snacks on the table towards him.

"Right," Yue Wuhuan said casually, "The monk who was rescued the other day woke up and insisted on leaving, so I let him leave."

Song Qingshi was slightly startled: "Leave? His injury is still not healed."

Yue Wuhuan said: "I see that he seems to have some personal concerns, so I can't ask too much."

Song Qingshi was afraid that he would be unhappy, and persuaded: "The patients who are forcibly discharged from the hospital can't control it, let him go."

Yue Wu Huan smiled: "It's okay, he paid me, and it's not owed."

Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Song Qingshi put the matter aside and concentrated on reading.

Yue Wuhuan leaned in lazily, smelling his body contentedly.

The crazy killing intent gradually dissipated, and the bloodthirsty desire slowly calmed down.

This is his pure land.

The author has something to say: Song Xueba: That patient is really not decent. He is disobedient. He will be discharged casually if he is injured and will not be accepted next time.

The less Huan: Good.

(The questions about medicine in the article rely on Du Niang's information. If something is wrong, the real medical students and doctors will beat me...)