Mistakenly Saving the Villain

In the middle of the night, Qingluan came quietly to Zixuan Hall.

Zi Xuan Tang is an old study not far from Fuling Palace. Because it was too small, it was abandoned by Yaowang Xianzun. It was only used to store sundries. The more Wuhuan took charge of Yaowanggu, it was reorganized and repaired to restore its use as a small study. , Handle housekeeping here.

Yue Wuhuan sat at the desk and read the letters, and the corners of his mouth under the golden mask had a pleasant smile.

However, after many misjudgments, Qingluan no longer dared to use his facial expressions to guess what Yue Wuhuan was thinking. Behind his smile may be a cold murderous intent, and anger may be an illusion for calculation, he is just deducing him. The image that I want to show you, and the craziness that is occasionally revealed is the truth.

No one dares to face his madness.

Qing Luan nervously bowed and stood there obediently, waiting for new orders.

The Blood King Vine rolls into a small wooden box, and inside the small wooden box is a **** rosary that has never been used.

Qingluan took the **** rosary. She knew that Yue Wuhuan didn’t need to rely on this to control people’s minds. It was only for her loyalty to keep it. Today’s Yaowanggu has been woven into a spider web, guarding the Fuling Palace. Treasures. All dangers were removed by him, everything was under control, and there was no secret that could be hidden from his eyes.

Yue Wuhuan raised his head and saw that she was still standing there, and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything else?"

Qingluan thought for a while, and answered cautiously, "What should I do with An Xianzun? Brother Wuhuan, please."

She knew the hands and feet moving in the poisonous mist formation, and also knew the source of Anlong's rage, and was very uneasy.

Yue Wuhuan put down the letter in his hand: "According to the distinguished guests."

Qing Luan tactfully described his worry: "An Xianzun is coming so aggressively, it doesn't seem like a good crop."

Yue Wu Huan laughed: "Are you afraid that he would kill me?"

Qing Luan bowed her head, not daring to answer.

"You think of An Long too simple," Yue Wuhuan treated this loyal and capable subordinate with a little patience. "The inheritance of Wan Gu Sect is like Refining Gu. After the master's death, nine direct disciples will fight each other. , Until the last person can get the inheritance of the Witch Gu God. He was the latest to get started, but he managed to kill eight fellow apprentice brothers. After the inheritance, he bloodbathed the Wangu Sect, wiped out all the voices of doubt, and step by step Xilin Keep it in your hands."

Qing Luan shuddered at hearing, she couldn't accept this kind of cannibalism.

"So, people like him don't get angry," Yue Wuhuan analyzed. "If he breaks into the Medicine King Valley and kills people, and it's me who is a direct disciple, it means that the face of the Medicine King Valley will be trampled on. On the ground, the Lord must not give up. He was very poisonous at the time, and at the end of the crossbow, is it necessary to anger the Lord at this time and die with me?"

Qing Luan muttered to herself: "However, the Lord has removed his poison..."

She wasn't a stupid person, she suddenly wanted to understand, since An Long came with anger and didn't do anything, she won't do anything when his anger calms down.

"When can you kill me when you want to kill me?" Yue Wuhuan shook his head and sneered. Prevent, solve the poison, and then secretly attack after leaving, or hire a killer. If I were him, I would definitely do this..."

Afterwards, you can get rid of the killer and use the killer's head to please the Lord.

Kill two birds with one stone, why not do it?

Just as the Lord woke up, he also gave up the mechanism and formations to deal with the incoming Anlong, and stopped ambushing the poisoned puppet. There is no need to upset the Lord for these trivial things and destroy the good mood of reunion.

Yue Wuhuan shook his head regretfully: "An Long is a wise man..."

The Blood King Vine that he wrapped around the Lord's feet was still moving, obviously he was worrying about this, and couldn't sleep over and over again. Since the Lord is so worried about their "misunderstandings", they must "solve" them. He had thought of several ways to provoke An Long to kill people in Yaowanggu, but now he had to give up after he had lost it.

Pity……

Before Qing Luan left, he hesitated to ask: "Brother Wuhuan, are you not afraid of danger?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid of death," Yue Wuhuan remembered this funny thing, and couldn't help but laugh, Shen Shen laughed in the quiet darkness, with repressed madness, "If you encounter danger, the Lord will I will be very worried and will follow my side to protect me day and night."

Such a life is really exciting.

Qingluan looked at his smile and couldn't help shivering.

...

In the Fuling Palace, Song Qingshi tossed and turned, sighed for a long time, and couldn't solve this life-and-death problem.

He would not naively expect the two to be friends, but only hope that the two will not fight for their lives.

Rao is so, it's still difficult...

An Longjai must report, never forgive people. He often does things in violation of the law. In case the front foot agrees to himself, he will kill Yue Wuhuan when he turns his head. He will kill Alaska before he can kill him. Yue Wuhuan is a little angel who is willing to endure anything for him. He is inexplicably caught in the Heartbreaking Gu, and he must also be holding fire in his heart, otherwise he will not take out the bone drunk in return.

He can't go wrong and obedient, let him fight back or scold him, right?

The master is responsible for the disciple's mistakes, not to mention that the disciple is correct and cannot admit his mistakes.

Just let An Long beat him up to vent his anger...

He is a cultivator of Yuan Ying, so he is more patience to beat him than Wuhuan.

Song Qingshi thought for a long time, and felt that this unreliable plan would not succeed. He wondered whether he could use any good things to impress An Long and make him give up his hatred. However, Wanjiao Sect is much richer than Yaowanggu, except for the pill. There's nothing you can get...

The next day, he struggled to get up, and found that the more Wuhuan hadn’t come, he simply washed it under the wait of the Blood King Vine, and decided to go to Anlong to have a showdown to see what price he had to pay to let him completely let go of the matter. If it doesn't work, you must prepare for defense.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the garden, he saw An Long and Yue Wuhuan sitting in the pavilion playing chess. The two were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was very good.

Song Qingshi rubbed his eyes, feeling life like a dream.

Yue Wuhuan glanced at his messy hair, nodded in a salute, and smiled: "This morning I should have served at the Lord's place first, but An Xianzun pulled me to play chess."

"You pull me first, right?" It was An Long who stared at the chessboard, thinking for a long time, and finally settled down, "It's your turn."

Song Qingshi walked over suspiciously and looked at the chessboard. Anlong held a black one, and the more Wuhuan held a white one. He is not good at Go, he can only see that the twin dragons are strangling together, and the black dragon is slightly superior.

An Long asked happily: "It's boring to play empty, shall we bet on the lottery?"

The more Huanlaozi asked with a smile, "What does An Xianzun want to bet on?"

"No gambling in Yaowang Valley!" Song Qingshi was killed every time he played chess with An Long. Knowing his chess power, lest the little angel lose the prize, he rushed to answer in advance, "If you lose, put the sticker on the head. !"

He saw that the brothers did all the cards in this way!

Both of them looked at him blankly...

Song Qingshi made a tough decision: "This is my home! I have the final say!"

He sat between the two of them, lying on a stone table. He didn't like to watch chess. He absently watched black and white chess. You come and go, thinking about whether Alaska wants to lie to him again? Was Yue Wuhuan afraid that he was worried, and what did he hide?

The form of the chess game suddenly changed.

The black dragon was led into the trap and was about to be strangled by the white dragon.

An Long looked at his method of arranging traps, just like in a poisonous fog array, every step seemed harmless, and only when he thought he had the advantage, the hidden killer move showed his fangs. An unnamed fire broke out in his heart.

Yue Wuhuan noticed the murderous intent and smiled at him.

Song Qingshi looked at An Long vigilantly and warned: "You are not allowed to play chess!"

"Your apprentice bullied me," An Long rolled his eyes, pulled him over, put him aside, and said cheerfully, "We brothers are blessed and enjoy the same difficulties, but since you proposed it, I lost. Just stick the note on your forehead!"

Song Qingshi had the desire to make him happy, so he agreed casually.

Yue Wuhuan was stunned, and the chess piece in his hand turned around.

The two of them had been down for more than half an hour, and the battle was horribly strangled. In the end, the black dragon narrowly defeated the white dragon half...

Song Qingshi is the one who talks and counts. He took the small red note and walked towards Yue Wuhuan: "Where are you going to post?"

Yue Wu laughed and said: "No matter where the Lord posts, I am happy."

"Okay," Song Qingshi thought for a while. He didn't want to put it on the mask, so he decided to put a cat's beard on him, "I just put it on the side."

He leaned closer to Wuhuan's face, trying to find the best position.

The more joyless he moved, he laughed and said, "Holy Lord, it's a little itchy."

Song Qingshi's post was crooked and looked unpleasant, so he quickly tore it off and reposted: "Don't move around."

An Long looked at the shameless evildoer from the left, and the brainless fool from the right. He heard something like flirting and cursing words, so angry that he wanted to eat the chess piece! He had never talked about feelings with others before, did not understand the matter of Fengyue, and never thought that he could still play like this! This is a big loss!

Song Qingshi posted a note and asked his doubts: "What happened to you two?"

An Long instantly withdrew his anger, and said cheerfully: "We don't know each other if we don't fight, it's even a balance between the Heart Eater Gu and the Bone Drunk."

Yue Wuhuan saluted again: "An Xianzun's magnanimity makes Wuhuan admire."

"Forget it, don't blame you," An Long waved his hand and said graciously, "When you were trying to save it, it was me who was thinking wildly and recklessly."

Yue Wuhuan smiled and said: "An Xianzun has also saved my Lord. If you had known your intentions, Wuhuan would have already opened the door to the King of Medicine Valley to welcome you."

An Long praised: "It's amazing that you can have such a scheming method at a young age."

Yue Wuhuan boasted: "It was An Xianzun who was merciful and let me escape by luck."

The two of you come and go, laughing endlessly, just like friends who have seen each other.

Song Qingshi became all right next to him...

He became more aware of his lack of emotional knowledge and decided to make up lessons.

When Song Qing encountered things he didn't understand, he habitually went to the books to find the answers. However, there was no such things as human relations, psychology, or making friends in the fairy world, and Yaowanggu did not have similar books, what should I do?

After pondering for a long time, he suddenly remembered that the most description of emotions in this world is the storybook, maybe you can refer to it.

So, he wrote to Ye Lin with a top-grade spirit stone, asking him to find some textbooks about men's friendship, and be sure to stay close to life and have sincere feelings.

Ye Lin was quick to collect money for work. He immediately sent his bedside textbook to Song Qingshi, boasting that it was the highest-selling textbook recently. The description of brotherhood in it was wonderful. The liver and the brain are smashed, so that people can't stop watching, and can't put it down.

Song Qingshi, like a treasure, picked up the "Three Brothers Fighting Tiger" that was sent with the letter.

He was extremely satisfied with Ye Lin's ability to do things.

The author has something to say:

The acting level of the three:

The more joyless: Oscar actor

Anlong: Domestic Actor

Song Qingshi: My kindergarten once performed a tree on the stage!