Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Wearing a T-shirt and jeans, Song Qingshi stepped on the endless sea of ​​clouds and looked around. He knew what he was looking for, but he couldn't remember the appearance of such a thing. He only remembered the most dazzling glow in the sky and the earth.

He kept walking forward, kept searching, even if this cloud road had no end, even if he fell down countless times with exhaustion, his body was so tired that he could hardly move, he could only rely on crawling forward, he did not want Stop looking for...

On the Yunhai Road, another self appeared. He was wearing a snow-colored vestment that was overlapped, with long soft hair falling to the ground, the same face, the same cold feeling, his eyes could understand any profound books, but he couldn't. Understand any feelings in the world.

Because there is nothing in his heart empty.

Song Qingshi suddenly understood something, he slowly stepped forward, took out his heart, and slowly put it in.

At the moment when the heart and the body merged, the two souls broke apart into countless light spots, re-interlaced, and repaired each other's incompleteness. From then on, the heart found the place where it was placed, the body found the missing emotion, the separated jigsaw was recombined and became A blank picture scroll, waiting to add colors.

A strange sentence came out from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, repeatedly, beating in the depths of the soul like a drum:

"One thousand three hundred and forty-nine..."

"One thousand three hundred and forty-nine..."

"..."

Song Qingshi suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was in the water, trying to get up, his left body refused to obey, and he accidentally choked on his saliva while struggling. Someone beside him quickly got up, stretched out his hand to hold his back firmly, took it out of the water, and took it into his arms wet.

The temperature of those hands is higher than that of ordinary people, with a bit of roughness, rubbed on the delicate skin, bringing bursts of crispness.

The person's breathing sounded a bit heavy, as if a storm was approaching in the sea, seabirds flapped their wings, bringing a depressive breath.

Those eyes in the dark, staring at the prey that had been reunited for a long time, with greedy desires, became more and more dangerous.

Song Qingshi was groggy and buried in his dangerous arms. He didn't know where tonight or where he was. After a long time, he was relieved and realized that something was wrong.

Immediately afterwards, the feeling of danger disappeared in an instant. The luminous beads were opened one by one, breaking through the darkness, showing the more beautiful face of Wuhuan. The dark golden phoenix eyes had turned into a dull and unclear black where the pearl fell, the hook under the left eye The person's beauty and tears are still the same, and his eyebrows are obviously still the same gentle, but there are some subtle changes that can't be said, which makes his appearance more beautiful.

Is the light problem? How do you feel that Wuhuan has changed her personality?

Song Qingshi realized that he was not wearing any clothes, and the splash on his body got wet. Wuhuan, he raised his head embarrassedly and wanted to change clothes, but found something more terrible, hoarsely said: "No, Wuhuan, me, how can I change? Shorter?!"

He was very concerned about his juvenile body shape, so he usually wears a wide coat to cover up, relying on his height to barely be ashamed. He remembers that he was about the same height as Yue Wuhuan before being struck by the tribulation thunder. Now when he wakes up, Yue Wuhuan is half a head taller than him... Difficult, is there a side effect of shrinking his height when he fails to survive the tribulation?

Song Qingshi's heart was broken, and he felt ashamed to see people.

Yue Wuhuan saw his face like a bereaved concubine, wanted to laugh, but couldn't laugh, and finally twitched the corner of his mouth, and said helplessly: "My Lord, you have been sleeping for ten years..."

Song Qingshi was frightened and stumbled and asked: "Ten years? Then, me, mine..."

Yue Wuhuan said affirmatively: "Your little guinea mouse is fine. It is well raised and has bred a lot."

Song Qingshi finally recovered from the confusion. He re-examined the surroundings and found that this place was not unfamiliar, but a secret room under his own palace. It was just rearranged. There were a few suitcases and a simple case. The case was written with unfinished pen and ink, and there were seven or eight mountains of books neatly stacked next to it.

He moved his body a little, and touched the wet bamboo pillow with his toes, which seemed to be the place where Yue Wuhuan slept all these years.

How is this place suitable for bedroom? How is it suitable for reading?

Song Qingshi couldn't help asking: "Have you had a good rest these years?"

Yue Wu Huan laughed and said, "Don't worry, I don't actually sleep much here."

Because he has barely slept in these years, he fainted after rest.

Song Qingshi saw no trace of lying on his face after watching for a long time. The bedding next to him didn't seem to have been moved. He always felt suspicious in his heart, but couldn't think of it, so he had to give it up temporarily.

He checked his body quickly and found that the burned-out body on the left had already recovered as before, but when he was in a coma, he mobilized all his spiritual power to block the flames in the body, so the newly grown meridians had not been used, the jerky and dry, a little painful, My fingers are numb, I need some time for rehabilitation, and my throat is a little stiff when I haven't spoken for a long time, but it's not a big problem in general.

Song Qingshi recalled the scene of the catastrophe, and concluded in disbelief: "You cured me?"

The wounds of Heavenly Tribulation are extremely serious, the injuries are complicated, and it is fortunate to be able to survive. This is by no means a complicated injury that can be handled by a person who has just studied medicine. He only hopes that the injury is not as serious as he imagined, and the more Huanhuan can rely on the treasure house. The medicine collection, took his life back, and slowly processed it after he regained consciousness, but I didn't expect that the more Wuhuan could cure it so well...

"I have failed many times," Yue Wuhuan explained as he stretched out a few fiery red vines on the ground behind him, dexterously opened the suitcase, took out a set of brand-new clothes, sent it over, and said lightly, "I read After finishing the collection of books in the library, I tried a variety of treatment methods, and finally I made the muscle regeneration pill two years ago, turned it into a spiritual liquid, cooperated with the blood flower powder, and repaired the physical body. But the Lord, you have not awakened... I have been studying for a long time, and recently discovered that there is some disagreement between Lord Your Soul and Soul, so I used Rong Soul Pill with Golden Needle to extradite the scattered souls, and you finally woke up..."

"Thank you," Song Qingshi was used to refining medicine, knowing how much effort it takes to make these seemingly simple medicine names. He was searching for words to praise the intelligence of his little angel. He suddenly found the vines next to him. He didn't dare. Blinked convincingly, "Blood King Vine?"

The Blood King Vine grows in the land of extreme inflammation. It is a rare fire-attribute plant. It possesses part of the intelligence. After it grows up, it can occupy the entire mountain, swallow all the creatures on it, **** blood and burn the soul, until it becomes extinct after a hundred miles of life. Withered and died.

Because the way of survival was too domineering, the ancients were extinct. Occasionally, blood king vines were sold on the market, but they were also dead, and their effects were not strong.

"It won't hurt the Lord," Yue Wuhuan manipulated the Blood King Vine to put on Song Qingshi's coat, then bent down, fastened his belt, and explained, "This is what I accidentally got in the secret realm, this blood king The vine is a seedling. It lost its body ten thousand years ago and was sealed in the barrier in a state of soul. It meant that it was close to me, so I tried to refine it into my soul and become a part of the body, but I didn’t expect it. It succeeded."

Ancient books have recorded this method of refining the Blood King Vine. There are many attempts, but there is only one successful case, which is an unknown ancient god. Yue Wuhuan is not a reckless person. Although he is leapfrogged by the sky thunder, his physique is much stronger than the ordinary foundation-building monks, but this matter is extremely risky, and even the Yuan Ying monks dare not try, unless... There is no choice.

Song Qingshi felt that he had something to ask, but he didn't know how to say it, and he knew that he couldn't get a real answer.

In ten years, too much happened.

He decided to investigate slowly after he decided to go out.

As soon as Song Qingshi stepped his feet, his body lost his balance. The left half of his body was soft and unable to exert force. The whole person fell forward and was firmly held in his arms by Yue Wuhuan again.

Although he knew that this situation was temporary, it brought him a lot of psychological shadows, as if returning to the days when he was gradually losing his body, he was not afraid of any physical pain, but was extremely afraid of the numbness of the limbs.

He was terrified, but he didn't dare to say it. Yue Wuhuan has done so many things for him, and he can no longer trouble him with this little psychological problem, and he does not want to worry about him anymore. I couldn't let go of it. The more tense the body, the more rigid it became, and the more rigid it became, the more fearful it became. The muscles that had not been nourished by spiritual power for several years gradually fell into cramps.

Yue Wuhuan discovered that there was something wrong with him, and immediately hugged him up and walked out of the secret room quickly.

The layout of the bedroom is exactly the same as that of the past, and the bedding on the bed is regularly changed and washed with the familiar herbal aroma.

Yue Wuhuan put him down carefully, let the vine fetch a hosta from the mirror stage, carefully massage the meridian points on his instep, and comforted him: "It's okay, take a deep breath, relax... You haven't moved for too long. This situation is normal and it will get better soon. I will massage your hands and feet several times a day, and you will be able to move freely after half a month at most."

"Yeah." Song Qingshi felt embarrassed, his ears were red, and he wanted to learn how to bury it in the quilt.

Yue Wu laughed and said: "The healer does not heal himself, the Lord needn't... worry."

Is he shy? Song Qingshi’s ears became even redder, and he stumbled and argued, "I am injured by myself." He has almost no friends in this world. Even if he is injured, he can only rely on himself, and he has to deal with everything he is used to. "Really, I was also interrupted in the secret realm, and when I came back, I took it back with a needle and thread. I was not afraid of pain at all!"

This situation is just an accident, he can usually fight very well, very manly! Although it's too painful, you can't help but cry, but you will definitely deal with everything firmly before crying...

Yue Wuhuan’s massage stopped for a moment. He raised his eyes and said seriously: "With me, you don't want to deal with it by yourself in the future."

Song Qingshi thought for a long time, and nodded embarrassedly: "Okay."

Yue Wuhuan did not speak any more, concentrated on relaxing his muscles. A cool breeze blew outside the window, sending a faint fragrance of flowers. The world seemed to lose its voice, so quiet that only two people breathed. Song Qingshi looked at him. Suddenly, they realized that they felt different, but their temperament had changed.

The original Yue Wuhuan was like an extravagant and gorgeous flower, but with some thorns, but now Yue Wuhuan has become a sharp sword with a sharp edge in his eyebrows...

After the tension was relaxed, the cramps gradually disappeared. Song Qingshi moved his fingers. After he was sure he could still move, he tried his best to keep himself from thinking about it, leaving it to practice later.

He looked at the face that became more beautiful and unhappy, and suddenly remembered something very important: "How did you walk outside these years? Did you disguise? I didn't mean anything else, that is... There are many bad people in the immortal world, and I am because of watching She looks good and bullied, and was almost abducted and sold by someone who doesn't have long eyes..."

This kind of thing happened many times, and every time he went out, someone always wanted to drug him or cheat him into abduction.

He cleaned up these **** in a brutal way, and the situation got better after he spread the notoriety.

"The lord is the single spiritual root of the water system, so I will encounter these things." During the diagnosis and treatment, Yue Wuhuan discovered that although there are two types of fire hidden in Song Qingshi's body, the spiritual root is the opposite water system, suppressing the flames by cold force. , And combined with poison power, it becomes a unique power body.

However, in the eyes of ordinary immortal cultivators, the single spirit root of the water system belongs to the type with very poor combat ability. There are very few strong ones. The biggest function is double cultivation, or it is refined into the best furnace.

If it weren't for Song Qingshi to be strong enough, with a special physique, and would not be controlled by others, what awaits him is the **** where life is worse than death.

As long as you think about those evil cultivators who have hit Song Qingshi with dirty thoughts, you will be so disgusted that you want to kill people. He warned, "In the future, the Lord must never let others know your spiritual roots, and don't believe others' sweet words. Don't just agree to make a couple with others, or double cultivation..."

Song Qingshi seriously responded, but didn't understand the relationship between Linggen and Taoist couples, but he hadn't met a suitor in more than a thousand years, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

When he was studying, the seniors laughed at him, a medical dog who only reads books and makes experiments and can never find a girlfriend, even if he is not sick.

He was a little frustrated at the time, such as... If he were to find someone he liked, he would definitely kneel and lick better than the brother! Buying hot water for breakfast and paying the salary card is no problem!

Yue Wuhuan knew that he rarely went out, didn't understand these malice, and didn't want to smear his heart, so he would teach it later. He began to answer the previous question: "I practiced the cold jade technique and poison control method given to me by the Lord, and used spiritual power to seal the toxins in the body."

He circulated the toxins in his body, countless colorful and terrifying patterns appeared on the upper half of his face, scattered all over his forehead, around his eyes, bridge of his nose, and cheeks. It also covered the eye-catching mole, destroying all his beauty, the lower half. The face retains its original color, making the contrast look more tragic and ugly...

Song Qingshi said in shock: "Ghost face snake venom?"

"Well, this is the inspiration found in the Lord's suppression of the flames," Yue Wuhuan smiled happily, "I extracted the grimace snake venom, added some other drugs, and presented it on my face. This way, I went out to deal with things. Although it's a bit scary, it can get rid of all the troubles, and when the reputation of Young Master Wuhuan's disfigurement spreads, I will become safer."

Song Qingshi couldn't help reaching out and touching it, the skin was still very smooth, and the touch was no different from the original.

Yue Wuhuan let the toxin continue to spread, and smiled: "If someone doubts and wants to make an idea to me, just let go of the spiritual imprisonment on the toxin, and the grimace snake venom will spread all over the body, making him no longer interested."

Song Qingshi looked at the pattern on his body and felt a little pain, but he had to admit that it was a better way than disguise.

This body toxin can put an end to all evil thoughts. Moreover, the once beautiful things are completely destroyed, it will arouse the pity of others, at least they will no longer be interested in thinking of the unbearable picture in front of him, and humiliate them with the previous things. However, such a face needs to face fear, disgust, and contempt. This is not malicious that ordinary people can bear...

"I don't care about this face. Without this face, people can see my other strengths. It is not completely destroyed, because I am afraid that the Lord will be sad." Yue Wuhuan understood his intentions, removed the toxins, and revealed his beauty again. The face of the phoenix is ​​full of tenderness, "If the Lord likes this face of me, I will only show it to you in the future, okay?"

The red vines entangled Song Qingshi's feet and shook gently like a baby.

"Okay," Song Qingshi knew, and immediately praised, "Wuhuan is the best!"

The less laughter is extremely happy.

He got up, took off his clothes wet with water droplets, and changed into a red slim-fit brocade. The thin gold belt draws the waistline. He practiced swords all the year round, standing tall and straight like poplar, no longer the softness of the past.

The vine brought a brocade box. Inside the brocade box was a golden mask. The mask was exquisitely crafted, like asymmetrical wings spread out on both sides. A woven red ribbon was hung from the left side, and the ribbon was tied with three luminous little ones. gem.

He put his long hair behind his head at will, leaving only a few slightly curly forehead hairs, and then put on a mask to cover all the places that were spread by the ghost face toxins. With his gorgeous lips and light honey-colored chin, it actually appeared The beauty of domineering and aggressive beauty makes people unable to look away.

Song Qingshi once again sincerely praised: "This mask is so beautiful."

The corners of Yue Wuhuan's mouth rose slightly, and he was very happy: "The Lord is awake, I can't lose your face when I go out."

He deliberately controlled the toxin to half of his face, and he also considered what Song Qingshi would do after waking up. Just like a male bird must spread its beautiful wings to win the favor of the bird in his heart, he also doesn't want the person he likes to see himself as ugly. I just want him to see the good side of himself.

Seeing that he had considered all aspects of Song Qingshi, he was completely relieved, and turned to other questions of concern: "Is there nothing wrong with the Medicine King Valley?"

"Nothing else, just this is more troublesome," Yue Wuhuan waved his hand, and the red vine again took a thick stack of letters and handed them to Song Qingshi. "An Long wrote it, you look at it. "

Song Qingshi flipped through the letters. At first, An Long's letter was about one in two or three months. They were all ordinary greeting letters. They sent various gifts with some interesting things around him. After five years, they were replaced by whether they were replying or not. The number of letters has also increased. He seems to have guessed that something happened to Song Qingshi. He asked harshly the more Wuhuan. The content of the letter in the last six months has become a personal threat to Yue Wuhuan, saying that he will be killed.

Huanhuan said helplessly: "At first he thought you were angry or retreating to make medicine, so I didn’t have any doubts. Later, I collected medicines and reorganized the medicine Wanggu. He became suspicious and kept questioning me. I was Forced to reply, delayed prevarication. In the end... he found clues from the types of medicines he bought, and discovered the thunder robbery of Yaowanggu, knowing that Yaowanggu has been controlled by me, and thought that you were seriously injured or lost to cause you to be seized...this The matter can't go on any longer. Fortunately, the Lord woke up, but he wrote back to explain in person."

Song Qingshi looked more and more speechless: "Is this guy still trying to break through?"

Yue Wuhuan said: "He drove twice, and the poison formation and the maze formation in the west have been destroyed. Even though I have repaired and strengthened the formation, the Gu King is cultivated to a high strength and has a strange method. Let's do it again. The formation is afraid that it will support. Can't stop..."

There are a lot of spirit stones in the formation, all of which were demolished by Alaska...

Song Qingshi's heartache made the corners of his mouth twitch, but his injury must be concealed, and it is hard to blame Yue Wuhuan for resolutely not telling the truth. Because the truth was concealed, An Long thought he had been met by accident, so he did this stupid demolition of the house, so An Long can’t be blamed...who is to blame? I can only blame myself for being too faint and having no time to explain anything.

Fortunately, the right hand can move, hurry up and write to explain...

Yaowanggu's family is weak and cannot be demolished again.