Mistakenly Saving the Villain

The more Wuhuan is practicing swordsmanship, the more sophisticated his swordsmanship becomes.

Cultivation is never difficult for him. The immortal book of exercises can be understood at a glance, and the flow of spiritual power is more natural as breathing. He is a born practitioner, but trapped by the natural weak meridians and dantians of mortals, it is difficult to rely on ordinary people. Cultivation breaks through the imprisonment, so I seek kendo to the top.

The things in the illusion are vivid.

After calming down, he suddenly realized that the sword technique in the illusion had become a part of his body, as if he had practiced it countless times. He looked at the sword he stabbed obliquely. This simple sword technique could break the three commonly used protective magic weapons in the fairy world, and then press the sword downward to pierce the heart... He obviously didn't use a sword. Killed, but why did he understand everything, as if he had experienced it personally?

Phantom Gu could not have such an effect, otherwise it would be the world's most strange Gu, not a toy.

The more Wuhuan stared at his sword-holding hand, he wanted to continue thinking, but his head became very painful. There seemed to be some power suppressing in the dark, and he was heavily chained to reject the answer to this question and remove it from his mind. Expulsion, forced revision, and finally let him come to an answer that barely closes the logic.

There are various adventures circulating in the fairy world, and phantom Gu may be his adventure.

Song Qingshi's figure sticks out from the depths of the corridor, and I don't know where to look for how long.

Yue Wuhuan quickly retracted his sword, and saw him walking over with a notebook and homemade charcoal in his hand, motioned to sit down on the stone bench next to him, and then looked at himself, struggling for a long time, and finally opened the notebook, blank first. On the page is written a few large characters "interests and hobbies list".

The more Wuhuan was at a loss: "What is this?"

Song Qingshi resisted the shame. He didn't want to do something like a junior high school girl chasing stars. However, Yue Wuhuan hid himself too well. His EQ was too bad and he couldn't guess what the other party was thinking.

He is also a person who doesn't like to hide things in his heart. After thinking about it, he simply made a list, asked directly, and filled in the information one by one to make a medical record file to prevent errors.

"You are not allowed to lie, you must answer questions honestly." Song Qingshi tried to show himself the dignity of a doctor, then picked up the charcoal pencil and asked seriously, "Wuhuan, what do you like to eat?"

Yue Wuhuan forced his laughter and replied jokingly: "I love sweets."

Song Qingshi looked at him helplessly and whispered: "Be serious, don't say what I like to eat." When he was in Lecheng, he also thought that Yue Wuhuan liked to eat cow milk cake, but only when he bought it he found that he was eating it for himself. The same is true for the sorbet.

"I don't really like to eat," Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, and said seriously, "Before... there were a lot of things that could not be eaten, so I broke my stomach and couldn't eat anything. I like bigudan now, which can save time. ."

Song Qingshi directly remarked "Stomach Medicine", and then continued to ask: "What do you like?"

The more Wuhuan froze for a long time, the smile in his eyes became stronger: "I like the Lord, and the Lord treats me best."

Song Qingshi was embarrassed to praise: "I'm talking about items."

Yue Wu Huan laughed and said: "I don't have anything special, because the Lord gave me everything." There are no bright gems, and he doesn't need it anymore. The Lord has spent a lot of money for himself, there is no need to trouble him.

"What color do you like?" "White." "What do you like?" "Sword practice, medicine, reading, study."

Yue Wuhuan answered very smoothly, unable to spot any flaws at all.

Song Qingshi finally asked: "Where is your birthday?"

Yue Wuhuan replied: "February 14."

When Song Qingshi heard this special date, the pen in his hand suddenly stopped.

The less joyous the doubt: "Is there anything weird about this day?"

Song Qingshi refrained from laughing and shook his head. There is no Valentine’s Day in this world. He just suddenly remembered the original world. Every Valentine’s Day he would be on duty for seniors and sisters who went on a date, collecting roses and gifts from suitors for his sister, and ordering for his parents. Candlelight dinner and opera tickets, and then accompanied the mouse to squat in the laboratory to eat instant noodles. Everyone said that his future lover must be a white mouse spirit. It felt so funny.

The more Wuhuan watched him snicker, the more confused, he didn't know what the Lord was happy about.

Song Qingshi happily closed the book and collected a lot of information. Next month will be Yue Wuhuan’s birthday. He has sent a dozen urging letters to Ye Yu Pavilion, and the Wan Lingxue has already arrived. There are clues to the trace of Xie Lai. At that time, you can make a big surprise, maybe it can make Yue Wuhuan feel better and forget the problematic fantasy.

Of course, the premise is that he has to make sure that Yue Wuhuan is no longer sick.

Most of the wound on Yue Wuhuan's face was healed, and the strange thing was that the mole that had been completely engulfed had regrown in the original place. Song Qingshi suspected that he hadn't cleaned it at that time. He was afraid that he would be uncomfortable and hurt his face by himself. He personally performed a mole removal surgery on him. However, this morning after changing the dressing, the teary mole grew tenaciously again, and it became red. To be more dazzling and more beautiful.

Song Qingshi had never seen such a situation before, and felt weird, but after studying for a long time, he couldn't find any special features of this mole.

There are many things in the fairy world that do not speak science. Maybe it's a natural mark that can't be eliminated?

Seeing that he was worried, Yue Wuhuan repeatedly said that he would give up dealing with this mole, and ensure that he would not fall ill under the control of "locking emotion". Song Qingshi resolutely did not believe that even though Yuan Ying’s spiritual consciousness was strong, he could not release it from a distance for 24 hours. He could only be used for auxiliary investigation. Moreover, he belonged to the kind of person who couldn’t do two tasks and forgets the spiritual consciousness when he thinks of things. .

So these days he is staring at every step, can't even sleep, so he just hits the floor next to him, and his family accompanies the bed! Although it was very embarrassing, it was better than when he was asleep in the bedroom and didn't notice any movement, so he hung up Keqiang somehow.

Yue Wuhuan woke up in the middle of the night and was shocked when he found Song Qing on the ground.

He never dreamed that his Lord would do such a stupid thing for himself! He seriously thought about whether he pretended not to see it, or called the Lord? Finally found that both are extremely embarrassing! After thinking about it, he bit the bullet and woke Song Qingshi up, trying to find a step for him: "The Lord is too tired, so I fell asleep here. Take the cold."

Song Qingshi refused to go down the steps at all and lay on the ground: "No, I want to be here."

Yue Wuhuan knew that it was his fault, and he was very helpless: "Then, let the Lord sleep on the bed..." He originally wanted to say that he went to sleep underground.

Unexpectedly, before the voice fell, Song Qingshi's eyes lit up, and he climbed up the pole. He was always spoiled and slept on the floor for a few nights. He felt uncomfortable. Now the little angel invites him to bed. He is very happy! This proves that the little angel is totally unsuspecting him. Appropriate physical contact will help his mental recovery!

He is a gentleman, and the little angel is the protagonist. It is perfectly fine for the two to sleep together.

The beds in the fairy world are very big, more than enough to sleep two or three people.

Song Qingshi was touched and climbed up with the quilt, spread it out, and the two of them slept far away, and promised: "Don't worry, I slept very honestly and never moved, how to sleep at night, how to get up in the morning, absolutely not Will take advantage of you."

The more Wuhuan I don’t know what to say...

Song Qingshi didn't sleep well for a few nights and was extremely sleepy. He quickly picked up the quilt and fell asleep unsuspectingly. His messy hair covered the bed, and the ice silk pajamas were lifted up halfway, revealing a soft waist and a white belly... …

Yue Wuhuan squeezed his "love" several times before controlling his desires, covering him with a quilt, and lying down helplessly, but couldn't fall asleep. He knew that he had a lot of dark history, and coupled with this deceptively beautiful face, no one would see his inherent aggressiveness in his bones, and no one knew how much he hated being a bearer.

In fact, he likes men because he likes to conquer, he likes to control, he likes to occupy the whole person, and his body is full of his own breath. Only in this way can he get endless happiness from it...

The Lord's mind is simple, and he doesn't understand these messy things at all. He purely trusts and cares about himself.

There must be no dirty mind.

To sleep is to sleep. You can't think about other things, you can't touch it, let alone do bad things.

The more Wuhuan lay beside the one he liked, it was extremely uncomfortable...

His body temperature was higher than normal, and his desire became higher.

In order to lock the two flames in his body, Song Qingshi practiced Han Yujue, and his body temperature was usually low. He felt that there was a large warm stove emitting heat next to him, so he moved over in a daze, reached into the quilt next to him, hugged the heat source, and then sat on it with satisfaction.

The more Wuhuan’s arms came a good smell of medicine, the neck was a beautiful breath of damp heat, the pale pink lips were slightly raised, as if they were inviting people to taste, and the hands were tightly locked from the chest to the waist. Immediately afterwards, the legs also came up, entangled with the satisfied prey like an octopus, and refused to relax at all.

The ice silk pajamas are too loose. As he moves more and more open, his collarbone is exposed, and a fascinating view can be vaguely seen. In addition to the mark on the neck of being bitten by a vicious dog, it is a color and fragrance. Feast. Yue Wuhuan's eyes seemed to have scenes of happy eating a big meal in the illusion, no longer able to control the dirty thoughts in his mind, his body reaction became unbearable, and he wanted to hide but was accidentally suppressed by the opponent's legs.

"Lord, don't touch it, it's dirty..."

The more Wuhuan was afraid of being detected, he dared not push away hard, and could only beg softly. He felt that he was about to be tortured to death and could not vent. In the end, he could only close his eyes and rely on "locking in love" to support...

After finally getting through to dawn, he saw Song Qingshi's hands and feet slowly retracted, then rolled into his own quilt, and fell asleep again, the same as when he first fell asleep.

The corners of Wuhuan’s eyes twitched, he was quite sure that Song Qingshi had not awoke from beginning to end after a set of smooth and flowing processes, and he also understood where his confidence in his sleeping posture came from...

About half an hour later, the sky was completely bright.

Song Qingshi opened his eyes, confirmed that he was still sleeping in the original position, and said happily, "Look, I slept very honestly, right?"

Yue Wuhuan looked at him tiredly, thought for a long time, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said: "Yes!"

The lord must be right, even if the lord is wrong, he must be changed to be right!

Song Qingshi happily asked, "I will sleep here tomorrow too, okay?" He felt that since the less joyful he can accept, he can continue to try to help him overcome the fear of physical contact and let him know that even if a man sleeps next to him, It's safe too! Because there are still many good men like him who have no nasty thoughts!

Yue Wuhuan took a deep breath and continued gritting his teeth: "Okay."

His spiritual path may require some tests of willpower.

First go to the bathroom and take a cold shower.

The author has something to say: the more unhappy: help! What to do if the Lord climbs up the bed every day?