Mistakenly Saving the Villain

The first birthday celebration was too hasty.

Song Qingshi was very embarrassed. Before, when he celebrated his birthday, there would be a grand family party at home, with three-tier birthday cakes, chocolate desserts shipped by air from abroad, and a pile of gifts, especially my sister, who liked to give them in dozens every time. He gave gifts, ranging from computers and designer clothes to medical instruments. His mother held special concerts for him every year, and his father liked to donate in his name for charity, and also used his name to donate an experimental building to the school as a birthday gift. The chef at home will make him longevity noodles, the babysitter will give him a doll made by himself, and the maid will draw him cute greeting cards to wish him peace. Even in the last year of lying on the hospital bed, his birthday celebration was a hundred times better than it is now.

No cakes, no food, no greeting cards, no expensive gifts...

It is a good thing that the Wan Ling Marrow is used to remove the seal of acacia. The soul of Xie Que is ugly and disgusting, and it is not worthy of being called a gift. The wooden box is also something that Wuhuan owns. He just added some in it. Gems, mortal gems are not valuable in the fairy world, they can only be regarded as toys for children.

The more he thought about it, the more guilty his conscience became, and he hurriedly put a few more fireworks into the sky, trying to decorate some of the atmosphere that a birthday party should have, and then took out a big...shoutao from the mustard bag.

"They said they would eat this for birthdays," Song Qingshi lowered his head in shame, his voice getting smaller and smaller. He went to pastry shops in several cities before he knew that there was nothing like cakes in the fairy world, and it was too late to order them. The owner of the pastry shop saw that he was a Yuanying monk, but did not dare to refute his unreasonable request. He recommended this birthday peach, saying it was used for birthdays, and the effect was similar to that of a cake.

He also didn’t find a suitable birthday candle, so he just lit a small red lotus on it with his pill fire, and then handed it to Yue Wuhuan, “You can make a wish, and then blow out the flame on it. It will come true."

Yue Wuhuan had never heard of such a custom. He smiled and accepted Shou Tao: "It will really come true?"

"Yes." Song Qingshi replied firmly. This is when his parents taught him to make a wish since he was a child. He has made a wish every year that he can have a healthy body. The result is a bit different from what he originally imagined, but he miraculously came to this world and renewed Beginning in life, it is after all fulfilling one's wish.

Seeing his insistence, Yue Wuhuan closed his eyes obediently: "I hope to celebrate my birthday with the Lord next year."

"Wishes that cannot be said, must be silently in my heart," Song Qingshi realized that he had forgotten to tell him the important rules, and quickly stopped, "You can re-enable some of them."

If you don’t have to say it, it will be easier...

Yue Wu Huan smiled, silently made an impossible wish, and then gently blew on the red lotus on the birthday peach.

Song Qingshi stopped the flame at the moment when the red lotus was swaying.

The more Wuhuan’s wishes, he wants to help him realize...

"This year's birthday party is too simple," Song Qingshi promised earnestly, "Next year I will make a grander one for you. I will study how to bake a cake, make a big birthday cake, white cream, and write it with jam. Give you your name. I will also buy you more beautiful gems as gifts and set off real fireworks..."

Yue Wuhuan watched him for a long time, and tentatively asked: "Do you stay with me every year?"

Song Qingshi did not hesitate: "I will accompany you year after year!"

Yue Wuhuan had already determined that Song Qingshi did not like to lie, and every word he said counted, so this promise meant that he could stay in Medicine King Valley forever, stay by his side, and become the most important person step by step. Ecstasy spread in his heart, covering the dark shadows, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl. He hadn't been so happy in years.

He seemed to have returned to those happy times when he was young, and he couldn't stop laughing.

Song Qingshi's heart suddenly moved slightly, and he remembered what Qing Luan had said:

[Brother Wuhuan laughed most beautifully, as if all the brilliance of the sky fell on him, so dazzling that he couldn't move his eyes away. 】

It turned out to be true, he looks so good to smile...

Even if all the stars in the sky are added together, it will not take away the slightest brilliance.

He couldn't look away...

The phenylethylamine in the body is increasing, and the ability to think calmly is losing, causing the heartbeat to be a little bit faster and the face to be hot. what is this? This is not the sentiment that doctors should have towards patients. Song Qingshi took a deep and calm breath, tried to stabilize his breath and adjust his emotions. Suddenly... he felt the sturdy Yuan Ying in his body move abruptly, his aura began to be chaotic, and his dantian was a little uncomfortable.

What hidden disease does this body seem to have?

Song Qingshi resisted the discomfort, controlled his emotions, and forcibly suppressed Yuan Ying's abnormal movements, temporarily calming his breath. He found that Yue Wuhuan relaxed his mind after the acacia seal was lifted, and the spiritual power in the meridians flowed crazily, and there were faint signs of foundation building, so he quickly stuffed an elixir to help him meditate and adjust his breath.

Foundation building is not difficult for Yue Wuhuan.

Song Qingshi stood by, checking his body while waiting for his results.

It took him more than half an hour to check himself inside and out, and eliminate the influence of various toxins, but he couldn't find the origin of Yuan Ying's change, and he was troubled in every way.

At this moment, Yue Wuhuan opened his eyes, the foundation has been built, and the heavens and humans reacted, and his heart moved. He slowly looked towards the sky and drew out the long sword guard.

Song Qingshi looked up with hindsight, and found that the sky had changed its appearance somehow. The rolling black clouds obscured the stars, and the vortex of thunder and electricity was formed in the clouds. He couldn't believe his eyes: "This is... ?"

The way of cultivating immortals goes against the sky.

Thunder Tribulation is a test of life and death given by the heavens to the monks, and it is also an opportunity to stabilize the cultivation base and temper the flesh.

Song Qingshi had undergone this test in the golden core and the birth of the baby, and he was no stranger to it, but...the need to build a foundation to save the thunder and the robbery is unheard of in the immortal world! Foundation building is just the first step into the immortal gate. What can be achieved by almost all the immortal monks, where is the thunder tribulation test? God got it wrong, right? !

Yue Wuhuan had never seen anything like this the first time he built a foundation, so he didn't prepare any tribulation gear.

The first thunder light fell, and the intensity was comparable to that of Jin Dan crossing the catastrophe.

The more Wuhuan held the sword to greet him, the long sword pierced without hesitation, and the sound of phoenix sounded in the air. Ji's body was carried abruptly. The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he looked at the thunderclouds still rolling in the sky, and his eyes were full of hatred.

This is not an ordinary Jieyun, but God's malice towards him.

The second thunder light fell, and the intensity was even better.

Song Qingshi desperately found the magical pill and defensive spells in the mustard bag, and threw them all to Yue Wuhuan, hoping to hold the sky thunder. Refining the elixir can temporarily increase the cultivation base, the heart protection pill can protect the heart, and the body refining pill can quickly repair the body... Regardless of the value, whether it is a collectible or not, at this moment, it doesn't matter...

Yue Wuhuan quickly set up a defensive array, and with the assistance of the magic weapon, greeted the sky thunder.

The third thunder...

The fourth thunder...

The fifth thunder...

The sixth thunder...

This is actually the Nine Thunder Tribulation...

As the thunder fell one after another, the more Huanhuan long sword shattered, and all the magical weapons were destroyed, leaving only the pill and the formation to be tortured. His body had been so badly injured by thunder, but he smiled frantically at God: "If you want to ruin me, come on! Come on if you want to ruin me! I'm waiting for you!"

Song Qingshi's Yuan Ying changed more and more severely. The pain made him gasp, but his eyes did not dare to leave.

The seventh sky thunder...

The eighth thunder...

All the formations have been destroyed, Yue Wuhuan fell to the ground again, covered in blood, he still wanted to get up tenaciously and continue to fight. However, the tribulation cloud in the sky became stronger again, and the furious thunder light rolled in the cloud, converging into the strength that the Yuan Ying crossed the tribulation. Yue Wuhuan finally realized that in this thunder catastrophe, God never intended to give him a chance...

He must die today.

"Why?" Yue Wuhuan muttered to himself, looking at the thunder light in the sky, "In your eyes, am I not even worthy of being alive?"

No matter how hard he struggled, the foundation building's cultivation base could not resist the strongest blow of Yuan Ying's Cross Tribulation.

The intensity of this thunder tribulation has destroyed the laws of heaven and earth.

Yue Wuhuan suddenly understood everything, he smiled and asked the thundercloud in the sky:

"Thunder Tribulation that does not hesitate to break the rules of heaven, this is not hatred..."

"You have a reason to kill me during the foundation building period."

"Haha, aren't you afraid of me?"

"..."

The sky became angry from embarrassment and roared and thundered down the violent thunder.

Yue Wuhuan used his last strength to prop up his body and looked at the thunder light with bitterness, waiting for the arrival of death. Looking back on his whole life, he didn't know what he had done wrong. He was worthy of being targeted repeatedly by God. Not only would he destroy everything, but even his life would not be spared. He finally crawled out of **** and got a little bit of warmth, and in an instant he was deprived of it.

He is not afraid of death...

He just regrets that he can't spend his birthday with the Lord next year...

Suddenly, there were two red and black flame lotus flowers blooming in the air. It was Song Qingshi who flew into the air and blocked the Thunder Tribulation with the magic weapon of his life. He had long realized that the Thunder Tribulation was not right. It was not that he did not want to make an early move, but Yuan Ying. The monk's intervention in the thunder tribulation will make the thunder tribulation stronger, and will lose the opportunities and benefits brought by the thunder tribulation, so he can only wait and wait until the final blow, when the thunder light takes shape, then intervene.

However, he never expected that the final Thunder Tribulation would become the strength of Yuan Ying's Cross Tribulation, or even stronger.

The two lotus flowers were torn into pieces, and the magical instruments were already exhausted.

He can only block this thunder light with his body...

The vestment made of Celestial Silkworm ice silk was destroyed, Yuan Ying was severely injured, and the left half of his body was burned to the point of unconsciousness. He fell feebly from the sky, like a very light leaf, floating into the arms of Wuhuan.

The rules of heaven and earth were reshaped, and Jieyun dissipated unwillingly.

The more Wuhuan is holding the person in his arms in despair, no! This is not the ending he wants!

"Lock in love" couldn't control the collapsed emotions, and his breathing began to mess up.

Song Qingshi realized something was wrong. He struggled, exhausting his last strength, trying to make a sound from his burnt throat: "Don't, don't be sad..."

Wuhuan, did you hear that?