Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Dirty rats, sterile rats, clean rats...

The breeding room for mice has been expanded to eight, and thousands of mice have been bred in strict accordance with the instructions. Next, the mice of specific pathogens can be grown directly. In the laboratory, several equipments that have been mentioned before but have not been funded for research have also been manufactured, and the medicinal materials are fully supplemented, and many researches that have been discontinued can be continued.

Happiness comes too quickly and suddenly, and I have everything when I sleep.

Song Qingshi looked at the white rat cage and felt his heart beating so fast. He pulled the more Wuhuan sleeves, trying to express his excitement, but the words in his stomach were like a kettle full of dumplings, the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't pour it out. He almost cried for his stupid mouth. After holding it for a long time, he finally suffocated: "You did a great job, thank you."

He is fortunate enough for Sansheng to meet such a good little angel!

Smart and beautiful, kind and lovely, considerate and gentle...

He will write all of these in a small book later, and read it three times a day to remind himself how lucky he is.

Yue Wuhuan introduced: "The breeding speed of mice is extremely fast, and I controlled the breeding speed in the later period. Some of the mice were taken by me to do pharmacological experiments. Of course, I still don’t understand the experimental methods of these mice very much, so I just tried to compare them. A simple test of toxicity... the white rats after the experiment were all put to death."

He found that using mice to do preliminary poison experiments was very good, and only needed one-fifth percent of the dose, which saved a lot of precious medicinal materials.

Over the years, he has thoroughly read the "Nie’s Poison Classic" and all the poison books. The various poisons in the Song Qingshi collection have also taken some research, which has strengthened the toxicity of Qianji San and developed many new varieties of highly poisonous. , Has also developed many methods of poisoning that are impossible to prevent.

On the stage of life and death, a needle killed his life, and now no one dares to pinch him at will.

Yue Wuhuan smiled and glanced at Song Qing, who was madly taking notes on the table, and knew that he was an idiot. He forgot everything when he entered the laboratory, and he was full of research.

Nine fiery red vines stretched out quietly behind him, two to clean the mouse cage, two to feed the white mice, two to fetch cakes and spirit tea, two to read a book, and the last one was quietly wrapped around Song Qingshi’s ankle. Then he sat next to him to deal with Yaowanggu's chores.

After Song Qingshi finished his observation diary, he wrote a guide to breeding specific disease-sourced mice. It took him a long time to find out the vines that filled the house with his own work. He stared at his ankles for a long while, and couldn't help asking Yue Wuhuan: "They are sane?"

"No," Yue Wuhuan stopped writing and said with a smile, "Their mentality is my will, a bit like a physical extension, wherever I go, I can use my spirituality to view the surrounding environment, which is very convenient. I have used it to deal with things these years. Up."

Song Qingshi looked at the books in the hands of Vine and Yue Wuhuan, who were reading the two books, and was confused: "So, are you doing these things at the same time? How many people do you use alone?"

"Well, because of the shortage of manpower, I need to deal with too many things. If it is not particularly important, it will be faster to be distracted," Yue Wuhuan explained a few words, and suddenly realized that it might not be good to say so, hurry up Save, let Vine take over both books, "I only read "Ling Danzi Sutra" seriously, and the other is the experimental data made by the apprentices. I just turned it over to see if there were any errors. ."

He thinks it’s not difficult to be distracted, just like breathing and drinking, a little bit wondering how to say...

Song Xueba's IQ was crushed for the first time in his two lifetimes, and mixed feelings.

It's as if he was going to explain elementary school application problems. He changed simple things that he could understand at a glance. He changed several kinds of problem-solving ideas, from calculus to high maths to algebraic geometry, and his cousin still cried and said not to learn.

He shouldn't criticize his cousin for being ignorant...

Just like now, Yue Wuhuan worked very hard to explain to him the methods and experience of distracting things.

Song Xueba was so wronged, he really didn't understand and couldn't do it. When he is doing one thing, he can't do anything else, and when he sees one thing in his eyes, he can't tolerate anything else. The other Yuan Ying monks all went out to watch and listen to all directions. As long as he saw a novel and interesting thing, he immediately forgot. He can live to the present thanks to his special skill and not love to go out.

Yue Wu laughed and comforted: "You are also very good like this."

He liked the way Song Qingshi looked at people and looked at people seriously, as if the whole world only had this person in their eyes.

Song Xueba decided to save his clever image. He took the "Ling Danzi Suanjing" and turned it over. He remembered that the mathematics of the fairy world was not very good, at most high school level. This book is about the solution of three-dimensional linear equations. And trigonometric function application.

Most monks don't pay much attention to mathematics, which is actually wrong.

Many of his array layouts are calculated using mathematics, especially after studying in another world, it is clearer to understand that the array is similar to the electrical motherboard, and each line must be arranged in the most appropriate position. Aura is equal to electricity. Combining different motherboards can realize the functions of long-distance communication, security, view and even attack weapons.

Of course, there is no mechanization in the fairy world, and the formation method does not produce energy. It is all made by hand, and calculation is especially important in it.

The more Wuhuan can understand this on his own, it is very difficult.

Song Qingshi's mathematics scores are very good. He is very happy to explain various mathematical formulas and application methods. Later, he will write down all the knowledge of calculus and various number theory and analysis. These are all necessary skills for science students!

Yue Wuhuan listened very carefully, stopped the surrounding vines, and was immersed in the fun of doing the question.

The two of them brushed the questions in the laboratory until dusk. Suddenly, Yaowanggu’s formation moved slightly, and the poison puppet also turned on the attack mode. The more Wuhuan noticed the abnormal movement, he raised his head in the sea of ​​questions and looked displeased. He took a look outside and put away the books on the table.

Song Qingshi was unfamiliar with the newly-changed defensive formation. He was a little slow, and his reaction was slow for a while, and he asked afterwards, "Someone invaded?"

Yue Wuhuan smiled: "It doesn't count, it just sneaked in and demolished the house."

Song Qingshi hadn't figured out what he meant. In an instant, the door of the laboratory was knocked open, and the two poison puppets guarding the door were encroached by countless Gu insects.

An Long was full of murderous aura, and he rushed in fiercely. His hair grew, and he casually braided a few long braids behind his head. His whole body was covered with dirty mud, his lips were so dry that he was cracked with blood, and his eyes were red. Staring at Yue Wuhuan, followed by the same dirty Opteron, whose scales have lost the luster, spit out a letter to Yue Wuhuan, wanting to swallow him in one bite.

"What's the matter?" Song Qingshi asked dumbfoundedly, "Did you go to roll in the mud?"

Yue Wuhuan calmly explained: "Master, the poisonous mist in the swamp has broken."

Song Qingshi understood in an instant, with a guilty conscience, so he lowered his head and shrank his shoulders, and became a ball.

An Long gritted his teeth and looked at the guy he was worried about sleeplessly every day, looked at the refreshments on the table, and thought about the letter he received after his hard work, wishing to tear off this fool's flesh.

Song Qingshi looked at his expression and lips, consciously understood what he meant, and immediately picked up the spiritual tea he had not drunk on the table, and offered his hands: "Drink?"

An Long smiled in anger, took the spirit tea in his hand and drank it in one fell swoop, and then grabbed the fool who was confused by the iron tongs, carried it on his shoulders, and walked out of the laboratory in a stride, preparing to find a place. Clean up vigorously.

The medicine servants on the roadside looked sideways. Song Qingshi was embarrassed by him, but he knew that he was wrong about it, and he was not as embarrassed to burn people. So the pill fire in his hands gathered and scattered, and he was carried away after hesitating. Far.

The gu worms at the entrance of the laboratory spread out like a tide, and then gathered like a tide, trapping Yue Wuhuan inside.

An Long went all the way to Fuling Palace, and found that the scenery that had remained unchanged for hundreds of years in Yaowang Valley had all been changed, and many familiar things had been erased. Everywhere was the publicity and beauty, and there was the shadow of the evildoer everywhere.

The site where he had left his traces was violated, and he became irritated the more he thought about it, and he threw the man on his shoulders down.

Even if there is no body refining, ordinary monks can stand steadily under such simple attacks.

However, Song Qingshi couldn't use any force, and he couldn't stand still and fell to the ground. He didn't get up for a long time.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, An Long was shocked, suspicious and regretful, and his anger disappeared immediately.

Opteron didn't understand so many things. He was very distressed when he saw Song Qingshi wrestling, so he immediately climbed over, straightened up and used crutches.

"Xiaobai, you are so kind." Song Qingshi helped Hao Long to stand up slowly, limped to An Long's side, and complained, "I have something to say slowly, I don't want to fight with you now."

"What? Your injury hasn't healed?" An Long rudely took him from Opteron, checked it over and over, and finally raised his sleeve, pinched his left arm and asked, "Is this side unable to move?"

Song Qingshi replied honestly: "Half of his body was burned by thunder, and the meridians and skin are re-growing, and I can't move it temporarily."

"It looks softer than the original skin." An Long squinted his eyes, carefully stroked his arm several times, licked his lips, and grinds his teeth.

Song Qingshi suddenly realized something was wrong, and quickly pulled his hand back.

However, An Long's hands were so strong that he couldn't move at all.

Song Qingshi was desperate: "Only one bite is allowed, and if you bite more, you will set it on fire."

An Long raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Why don't you just burn me?"

"You are not to blame for this matter," Song Qingshi never liked to justify mistakes and was brave enough to take responsibility. "Although it was an accident, it made you worry about me after all, so I am not good, so it should be okay for you to take a bite to vent your anger. ." And he shouldn't draw dog heads on the envelope, it's too disrespectful to people.

An Long smiled at the corner of his mouth, his hostility was slightly reduced, his hands were slightly loosened, and his teeth were less itchy.

Song Qingshi struck the iron while it was hot: "It's me who is wrong, you can come at me if you have anger, don't blame Wuhuan..."

Before he finished his words, he bit on the white and tender arm with such force that he almost bite off the meat.

Song Qingshi screamed in pain, and tears were about to come out.

Biting in Alaska hurts.

The author has something to say:

The more Huanhuan’s love story (future):

Today, Qing Shi took a look at the little fairy in Cage C and praised it for its bright coat color and health.

Oh, drag it out tomorrow for a toxicology experiment.