Mistakenly Saving the Villain

On the day Anlong came, Yaowanggu was ready to receive the distinguished guests early.

Song Qingshi dressed his vestments neatly in front of the mirror and carefully checked his appearance, but when he looked back, he saw that Yue Wuhuan was wearing a gray cloth robe, dressed like a medicine servant. Although the commoner can't hide his beauty, his temperament is not suitable for such a simple color, and more suitable for the domineering and bright.

Therefore, Yaowanggu really has no money, and Phoenix has become a sparrow.

Song Qingshi secretly felt sad, determined to overcome social terror, and worked hard to bring back the investment of Wanqi Sect.

There was the sound of birds singing in the sky, and Yaowanggu opened the fog and poison array to greet him.

Suddenly, there was an uneasy commotion from the medicine servants at the door, and the commotion gradually spread to the valley, and several timid medicine servants even fled in panic.

Yue Wuhuan raised his head and glanced coldly. The fleeing Medicine Servant immediately stopped, remembering the viciousness of this beauty who was trusted by the Lord, and his face turned pale.

Song Qingshi was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

Yue Wuhuan lowered his head softly again without answering.

Song Qingshi quickly understood what the medicine servants were afraid of.

The huge white snake spit out the letter, and snaked up from the steps, the silver scales were shining in the sun, and the blood-colored eyes were like demons in purgatory.

Bai Snake raised his head, quickly swam to Song Qingshi's feet, rubbed his head affectionately, and curled his feet with his tail.

Song Qingshi became happy. He squatted down and touched its head, and asked, "It's Xiaobai? I haven't seen it for many years. How come you have grown so big?"

Seeing that he recognizes himself, Bai Snake touches him with a letter, and feels happier.

Yue Wuhuan wanted to step forward to stop it, but when he saw someone coming, he backed away.

"This **** who eats inside and out, I know he likes you more," the tall shadow shrouded, and the deep and deep voice was full of helplessness, "Back then, in the secret realm, you refused to accept the Opteron as a spiritual pet, it had to make do with it. With me, the resentment is so big, I always want to go back to you."

"Don't be kidding," Song Qingshi said with a smile, "it is not suitable for Medicine King Valley, it is more suitable for Wanjiao Sect."

Five hundred years ago, Opteron was still a young snake. He was injured when he was fighting with the big beast. He passed by by collecting medicine and healed it easily. It made a fuss to follow, and was forcibly stuffed into Anlong by its original body. At that time, Opteron had only one finger with the thickness of his finger, but now it has become so big, with radiant scales, it can be seen that it has been carefully raised by the local sect.

After Song Qingshi finished licking the snake, he raised his head, suddenly stunned.

The Anlong in his memory should be a mischievous young ordinary boy. The man who appeared in front of him now was more than 1.9 meters tall, with a dignified body, a tiger-backed waist, and a tight-fitting black leather armor. His right side was exposed outside. The arms are full of five poisonous tattoos, the hideous poisons are entangled with the bones, but they are horrible but attractive, and people can't look away. He is like an unruly madman, with his hair cut extremely short, his facial features become sharper, his sword brows into his temples, his nose is straight like a peak, his narrow eyes are like a beast that chooses people to eat, his thin lips are tight, and his whole body is tight. Exudes a dangerous atmosphere.

Years are a carving knife, reborn in five hundred years.

Song Qingshi stared blankly for a long time, and finally found traces of the past on this face.

An Long looked at him for a long time, and finally laughed. A sharp tiger tooth appeared on his lips. The dangerous aura faded in an instant, and he changed back to the bad boy who liked pranks back then, making the girls of Yaowanggu bear it. I couldn't help but blush and dare not look more.

This familiar feeling made Song Qingshi slightly relieved.

An Long glanced around his eyes, bent down, and whispered quietly: "I thought you were angry with me and would never see me again."

Song Qingshi seriously recalled the mischievous past of the bear child: "Not angry."

An Long didn't believe it, and patted him on the shoulder, as if he wanted to divert the topic.

Wangu Sect is a body-refining, with great strength, his hands slap Song Qingshi faintly painful.

"By the way, I heard that you brought back one..." An Long glanced at the crowd and quickly locked Yue Wuhuan. After thinking about it, he didn't know what to call, so he described it indiscriminately, "Yes. Is this little guy? Unlike the legend, he looks so cute and cute."

Yue Wuhuan has long been accustomed to the messy evaluations, his expression remained unchanged, and he bowed to An Long in an orderly manner and continued to remain silent.

Song Qingshi was shocked.

An Long touched his chin and exclaimed: "It's so beautiful, but it's a pity that he is a man."

Even if he took over the Wan Gu Sect and cultivated as a Nascent Soul, he was still the unabashed **** before!

With a cold face, Song Qingshi skillfully dragged An Long to the main hall, then sent Yue Wuhuan to feed the mice, and began to educate the guy in front of him. Although he wanted to find Wanjiao Sect to invest, but the bottom line was not to be lost, so he quickly sorted out the black history of this bastard, and gave him a list of prohibitions, including not allowed to molested, and not allowed to have no joy. There are 126 rules and regulations such as saying bad things, not swearing vulgar words to Yue Wuhuan, not allowing Yue Wuhuan to use hands and feet, not allowing Yue Wuhuan’s bedroom to be rammed, and not allowing Yue Wuhuan to drink alcohol.

"The ancestor is here," An Long was dumbfounded, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, "Is this man made of Crystal Liuli?"

Song Qingshi tapped on the table and skillfully reprimanded: "Article 72, you are not allowed to use strange words to describe him."

"Good, good," An Long was happily being scolded for some reason. He raised his hand to surrender and promised not to talk nonsense, and then asked, "How should I call him? What is his identity in Yaowanggu?"

Song Qingshi was stunned, he realized that this was a serious problem...

The more unhappy the disease is in the mind, it is inconvenient to explain, and it is the patients who need to protect their privacy. Although he is the universal secretary of Yaowanggu, this profession is equivalent to a steward in the immortal world and has no status. Therefore, he neglected to give Yue Wuhuan a suitable identity.

Song Qingshi immediately got up and said to An Long, "Wait, I'll go to make sure."

After speaking, he immediately walked out of the main hall, looking for Yue Wuhuan.

Yue Wuhuan had fed the mice a long time ago, but knew that Song Qingshi had some words that were inconvenient for him to listen, so he sat in the corridor not far away and waited patiently while reading.

Song Qingshi hurriedly ran to Yue Wuhuan and asked, "Wuhuan, do you want to be my apprentice?"

Yue Wuhuan looked at him in disbelief, somewhat stunned: "Honorable Lord, why suddenly..."

"An Long reminded me," Song Qingshi explained, "It is better for you to have a suitable identity in Medicine King Valley. I have not accepted an apprentice, so you can be my big disciple. This way, no matter what you do or meet guests, it will be more important. Convenient. Of course, if you don’t want to, just forget it, and I’ll think of another way.”

"I am willing," Yue Wuhuan said anxiously, "The Lord saves my life and teaches me skills. I have already regarded the Lord as a teacher, but I dare not ask for each other." He took a piece of black wood from his arms. Engraved, the sign with my name written on it was handed it to Song Qing with embarrassment, "I have secretly made my life sign, please accept it."

The life card is a must-have for every disciple of the sect. Walking in the fairy world often does not know the life or death, so each sect will use the disciple's heart and blood to make the life card and put it in a safe place.

Yue Wuhuan cautiously said: "I added a little magic circle when I made it. If my body falls by accident, the life card will inform the Lord of the whereabouts of Wuhuan’s corpse. Wuhuan hopes... it can be burned to ashes after death and cleaned. Is it okay to be buried in the Medicine King Valley to accompany you?"

Song Qingshi was so touched that he repeatedly said: "Don't worry, I will protect you and I will never let you have an accident."

The more Wuhuan got up to do the apprenticeship.

"Wait, I have a request," Song Qingshi hurriedly grabbed it, and said in a whisper, "Can you not call it Master? This name always reminds me of that guy..." He confiscates his disciples for a long time, and he feels a little grudge in his heart. "Master"'s actions severely broke through his bottom line, almost to the point of nausea. He didn't want the same title at all, and worried that Yue Wuhuan would have a psychological shadow on this title.

Yue Wuhuan understood his intentions, responded with a smile, and performed the apprenticeship again.

"I'll take you to visit Master Zu later." Song Qingshi happily went back to An Long with the card of life, and said proudly while showing him, "Yue Wuhuan is already my big disciple, right?"

An Long was dull and speechless.

He had seen a fast-receiving apprentice, but he had never seen a fast apprentice. Within three quarters of an hour, Yaowanggu's big disciple was released.

It seems... the cause is that he asked a question?

The ancestor is on top, did he do something wrong?

Song Qingshi resolved the concerns and began to think about how to increase investment. I vaguely remember that my sister said, let the investors eat and drink well, have fun, and then coax the signing of the contract. So Song Qingshi took An Long to visit his laboratory, carefully talked about the methods of bacterial cultivation, and invited joint experiments.

Both Hara and him like to express their welcome to their friends in this way.

Although it is a bit strange, the victory is true.

Since entering the laboratory, An Long has been staring at him dumbfoundedly, surprised and delighted, as if he wanted to be sure of something...

Song Qingshi was looked a little strange, and asked, "Is there anything on my face?"

An Long asked carefully: "Qing Shi, did you really forgive me?"

There are so many stupid things done by teenagers in the rebellious period, so what is there to hate? Besides, I can't remember most of them.

Song Qingshi smiled and said, "I have forgiven you, I have forgotten those things."

An Long's eyes were a little red, staring at him incredulously: "Really forgot?"

Song Qingshi definitely said: "I hate lying."

"Yes, yes, you never lie." An Long suddenly embraced him in his arms, buried him on his shoulders, and whispered, "Thank you..."

The disguised mask was torn off, and the warm heart was taken out.

He was so happy that he couldn't help himself.

Song Qingshi wanted to push it away, but a warm dampness came from his shoulders. He thought about it, and stood still.

An Long's voice was unspeakably hoarse:

"You don't know how much I regret..."

"So happy to see you again."