Mistakenly Saving the Villain

The most important thing for a doctor is to be calm, especially when facing a complex, critical and urgent condition.

The robbery cloud has dissipated, and the stars are covering the sky again.

Rescue needs to race against time, there is no time to suffer...

When Yue Wuhuan carefully picked up Song Qing, he secretly rushed back to Medicine King Valley.

He first took out the Jinlian Shouxin Pill from the treasure house's collection and gave it to Song Qingshi to stabilize the vitality of his heart. Then Song Qingshi was quietly transferred to the closed room used for retreat. This closed room was located in the basement of the bedroom. Inside it was piled up some unfinished ancient books, and there was also a small abandoned medicinal spring bath. The medicinal spring has the effect of warming the body.

Song Qingshi used to take a bath here, but later he thought the bath was too small, so he rebuilt a larger bathroom outside the palace, and then abandoned it. Yue Wuhuan accidentally discovered it when he was helping him clean up. Because he hadn't used it for hundreds of years, no one in Yaowanggu knew about this secret room.

The injury of Yaowang Xianzun is related to Yaowanggu's safety and Song Qingshi's life. It must be kept secret.

Yue Wuhuan re-drained the medicine spring, then took off all the broken clothes of Song Qingshi, and slowly put it into the water.

The thin body was covered with large burns, printed on the snow-white skin, shocking, especially shocking, the left limb was almost scorched by thunder and lightning, and the inner meridians were broken. Enough to imagine how painful it should be at the moment of being injured...

However, after nine deaths, he never hesitated...

He even used all his spiritual energy to lock the ghost fire in the underworld before he fell unconscious, preventing the poisonous fire from spreading and burning people around him, so that he could not automatically repair his limbs like other Yuanying monks.

Yue Wuhuan finished investigating with spiritual thoughts, and looking at the person in the pool, his heart became more sad. He tried to recall what he had learned in the past, tried his best to stay calm, tried to put Guiling powder and bone rejuvenating liquid in the water, and let the body function first. Maintain a stable state and not lose your life...

Fortunately, he studies very **** weekdays, and the medicine works.

Song Qingshi's vital signs began to stabilize, but his natal magic weapon was damaged, hurting Yuan Ying and unable to wake up from his drowsiness.

Yue Wuhuan has completed everything and can finally be sad.

He looked at the people floating in the water, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered the terrible rumors he had heard about Yaowang Xianzun, such as the incomparable flame double lotus that can burn the entire mountain, killing the sect and killing the sect. The monk was wiped out in ashes, but the person in front of him, kind and gentle, the best in the world, was affected by his fate and was punished by heaven, turning into a porcelain full of cracks, so fragile that it would be ruined by a touch .

He hated this filthy world more and more, hated the injustice of heaven, and hated his incompetence even more, his heart was bitter, and every inch of his body was sad.

I really want to ruin everything...

Breathing becomes rapid, and there is a tendency to lose control of emotions.

But he can't...

Yue Wuhuan knew that his emotions had begun to collapse again, and quickly suppressed the desire for destruction with his love, took a deep breath, and tried to think of beautiful things as much as possible according to the psychotherapy taught by Song Qingshi, suppressed madness, and forgot the thought of suicide as much as possible. .

For some reason, the promise Song Qingshi had made suddenly appeared in his mind.

【Your original, I will find it for you; I will give you everything you want. 】

He didn't understand before, but now he understands.

It turns out that this promise also includes his life...

The more you have no joy, the more you understand, the more obsessed, the more loving.

He is a demon who has crawled out of hell, dressed in weak and harmless sheepskin, he wants to use despicable emotions to ask for things he shouldn't ask for, and he wants to defile the cleanest **** in the world with his dirty body.

He is disgusting...

Yue Wuhuan closed his eyes and didn't dare to think about it anymore. He slowly knelt by the pool, pulled up Song Qing's well-established right hand in the water, and kissed it reverently on his lips:

"In Qing Dynasty, don't be afraid, there are many medical books in Yaowanggu, I will try my best to learn..."

"During the Qing Dynasty, don't be afraid, I will keep Yaowanggu and prevent it from being damaged..."

"In Qing Dynasty, don't be afraid, I will take care of your little white mouse..."

"Qing Shi, don't be afraid, I won't give up my life anymore..."

Yue Wuhuan opened his eyes, his heart was crying, but he couldn't shed tears, his body was aching, but he couldn't feel it, but the blood on his forehead was like tears, dripping across his cheeks and falling on the back of Song Qingshi's hand. , Printed ugly traces.

These red things...so dirty...

He wanted to wipe off the eye-obtrusive blood, but if it was light, he was afraid that it would not be clean, and if it was heavier, he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping person.

He thought for a while, lowered his head, pressed his hot lips to the cool skin, gently licked and kissed the back of his hand, slowly slid down, rolled his fingers, held it in his mouth, and reluctantly sent it out. He carefully kissed every inch of skin on his hand, kissed cleanly, and locked his breath firmly in his heart, and then stopped here, he couldn't go beyond the thunder pond for half a step.

The more Wuhuan holds the most important hand in life, and makes the most important promise in life:

"In Qing Dynasty, I will heal you."

...

Beichuan, Zhenhecheng, joined the same faction.

Zhenhe City is a small remote town. Participating in the same sect belongs to the branch of Hehuan Sect. The master of Yuan Xianzun’s cultivation has arrived at Yuan Ying. He runs the brothel gambling shop in Zhenhe City. He has a romantic nature and has fox eyes. , There is always a three-point smile at people, but it is cruel and cruel, and it is an existence that no one in the city dares to provoke.

Tonight, Guiyuan Xianzun couldn't laugh anymore.

Countless horrible gu worms covered the clouds and the sun, and the walls were all over the floor, sweeping the entire participating faction, killing all the creatures they encountered.

An Long was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, her lips tightly pressed, his narrow eyes were fierce, and he was playing with a wine glass in his hand, looking at the scenery in front of him interestingly. Kneeling beside him was a male pet who climbed down from Guiyuan Xianzun's bed. His clothes were disheveled and his legs trembled. He was pouring wine for him obediently, and he didn't even dare to look at his former master.

Guiyuan Immortal Venerable has long been trapped in the Gu worm pile, paralyzed all over, unable to move.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to ask why the other party wanted to kill him, but a terrifying centipede crawled out of his mouth, his tongue was swollen, and he couldn't say anything, only a whine of "Woo".

An Long saw his thoughts and smiled: "You want to know why I killed you?"

Xianzun Guiyuan nodded desperately and neighed.

"That day, did you see what I did on the mountain?" An Long's smile was horrible like a devil, and he seemed to be saying something insignificant. "Although there is no grievance or enmity, it doesn't matter now. But... who made you see me ashamed?"

Just because of shame? Will he extinguished his participation and sent all the doors?

Guiyuan Immortal Venerable's eyes almost bleed. He thought about many reasons why King Xilin Gu killed him, but he couldn't think of the other side killing himself for that little thing! He never even took it to heart!

Xilin Gu King, a vicious wolf, has no normal human emotions, and his behavior cannot be speculated by common sense.

He grew up in the killing and lived to eat people.

An Long drank his glass of wine and waved his hand boringly. Gu worm quickly bit Guiyuan Xianzun's neck, then swarmed up and drowned the corpse.

The little male pet shuddered and filled him with wine again, remembering the rumors that the Gu King was fond of beauty, and tried to cast a few winks, but he was too scared. No matter how the winks were thrown, it was like eye cramps.

An Long looked interesting, seeing that the wine in the pot hadn't been finished, he couldn't bear to leave, so he grinned, showing his teeth, and chatted: "Beauty, what's your name?"

The little male pet smiled hard and said, "Siyao."

"Oh? That's a good name," An Long came with interest, glanced at his white hands, and asked with interest: "What do you have to do with medicine?"

Si Yao answered carefully: "My father is a famous pharmacist."

An Long asked again: "You don't want to avenge your old lover?"

Si Yao smiled without even turning his head: "Xianzun is joking, how can that person be considered a lover?"

An Long continued to tease him: "When I came, I saw you screaming happily on the bed, my sweetheart, how come I'm not a lover?"

"The slave is a member of Nanfeng Pavilion," Si Yao tried his best to calm his mind, unable to figure out what the person in front of him wanted to hear, and finally relentlessly said frankly, "The slave is just a man who sells his life. Whoever gives the money is a slave. Dear baby."

An Long was stunned, laughed loudly, and shouted, "Okay, okay, okay!"

Si Yao continued to please: "The Lord is so heroic and martial, even if you don't give money, the slave will treat the Lord as a treasure."

An Long glanced at the white shirt on his thin body, with a delicate face, and casually pulled a strand of long hair, gently twirling it around his fingertips, as if thinking of something, after a long time, he whispered: "If he also If I can think like you, giving money is a darling, how good it should be, I don’t need money for anything..."

Si Yao didn't understand what he meant and didn't dare to talk casually.

An Long pulled his hair violently and asked, "Do you think there are many Taoists who don't love each other in this world?"

Si Yao reluctantly said: "Many."

An Long asked hesitantly, "How did such a Taoist couple form?"

Si Yao said without hesitation: "For the other party's money, power, strength or beauty."

"Well said! I like it like this!" An Long was overjoyed, letting go of his long hair in satisfaction, and said happily, "What kind of feelings do you need for this thing? As long as you can let him use my money and my power, To figure out my strength, figure out my handsomeness, figure out how I treat him well, it becomes..."

Si Yao was stunned when he heard it: "If Xianzun treats him so sincerely, no one in the world doesn't love it?"

"He won't love it," An Long drank the last drop of wine in the pot and finally got a little drunk. He slowly got up, pressed Si Yao's forehead with a finger, and stared blankly at the similar white thinness. There was a trace of despair in his eyes. For a moment, he couldn't help laughing and laughing at himself, "That person... cultivates the ruthless Dao..."

Five hundred years ago, he knew he was wishful thinking.

Ruthless Dao, Dao ruthless, will never be sentimental in his life, and the cultivation will be destroyed if he moves.

Therefore, he will never get the affection he wants.

Therefore, he will never get that heart.

...

An Long used his love to control his almost out of control greed and evil thoughts.

A tiny gu worm appeared on his fingertips, and it penetrated into Si Yao's forehead like a dot of light: "It depends on your name, because your answer pleased me..."

Gu worms ate away memory, and Si Yao slowly fell.

An Long strode out of the main entrance, the worm tide slowly receded, and a blood-stained white snake swam over the corpse on the ground, crawled up his arms and shoulders contentedly, entangled in disgust, and then turned his head to ignore him. , He patted the head of the snake and coaxed:

"Well, I'll write to Xiao Qingshi, please don't be angry."

"Send him something interesting this time?"

"I heard that the Yunling Secret Realm will be opened recently. There are some interesting medicinal materials in it. How about we **** it to Qingshi?"