Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi felt it was bad to eavesdrop on other people's speech, but it was too late to leave.

"Honorable Lord." Yue Wuhuan keenly discovered his existence, lost the blade in his hand, and slightly nodded at the man beside him, beckoning him to leave. The man did not dare to twist the tiger's whiskers of Yaowang Xianzun. He bowed and hurriedly resigned. After walking away, he turned his head reluctantly and looked at the beauty for several times.

Song Qingshi felt something wrong no matter how slow he was. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't help asking: "Wuhuan, is it your friend?"

"Is it an acquaintance?" Yue Wuhuan walked over with a smile, and reassembled the messy hair on his head, and explained, "He helped me when I was injured, so I can remember it in my heart. Today is a coincidence, he wants to tell Reminiscing about the past, I said a few words with him here."

Song Qingshi understood: "He helped you? That...he is a good person, you have to thank him well."

Yue Wuhuan straightened his hair, looked at his simple eyes, and said with a smile: "Yeah."

There are not so many good people in this world, and there is not even one who can enter the Golden Phoenix Villa for pleasure. This Wu is even more ridiculous. He likes to rescue those beauties who are hurt and troubled. He pretends to be shy and honest, and gives some small favors. , The mouthful of sweet words, the swear of each other, coaxed the beauties to him so desperately in love, to love him to death, after he got tired of playing, he casually made up an excuse to dump people, watching these beauties do not want to be happy for him.

There was once a stupid maid who couldn't think about it, but she killed herself.

Wu Jing pretended to shed a few tears, wrote a few infatuated memorials, and turned around to "help" other beauties in trouble.

Yue Wuhuan never asks for mercy between the beds, and he has a strong desire for death. He doesn’t care about serving tyrannical guests, and even deliberately provokes guests’ abusive desires. Therefore, he suffers from all the furnaces in Jinfeng Villa. The torture is the most. When Wu Jing met him, he happened to be punished so badly that he could hardly get out of bed.

Such beauty, such fragility, and helplessness are the best prey...

Wu Jing was moved by him and was sure to win. He launched a strong offensive. He was attentive, gentle and considerate. He also sent medicine for injuries and jewelry. He would tell him some interesting stories from time to time. It's a pity that the endurance is not strong enough, and he can't control his desire. Seeing that his injury is a little better, he even coaxes and wants his body.

Where does Yue Wuhuan fail to understand his nasty thoughts? However, in this matter, he had no other choice. He had to pretend to be stupid, accompany the show, and collect information from the outside world by the way. Unexpectedly, his acting was so good that he took this guy seriously and never forgot his body. Now that he was disfigured, he thought that he was poor and fragile, a good prey that was easy to hook up, and wanted to trick him again.

It's disgusting, it's disgusting...

The world is so dirty that it is hard to breathe.

When Yue Wuhuan got close to Song Qing, he quietly sniffed the fragrance of his hair, only to feel better.

There is only this person in the world who is gentle to him, and he has never asked for anything in return.

...

Chilongzong arranged accommodation for them in a nearby town. However, the town was very small and there was no hostel. Although the best courtyard was cleaned up, it was just an ordinary small farmhouse.

Yue Wuhuan disliked the filthyness, and cleaned Song Qingshi’s room again, and put on the full set of bedding he brought, and then left, saying that he wanted to go back to his room to clean, and see what materials could be made nearby. of.

Song Qingshi tried to help several times, but was rejected. He sat in the corner and read a book obediently, without making any mess.

But, today I don’t know why... His heart is a little confused, he can’t enter the book like never before. He clearly sees his favorite words, but he can’t turn a page for most of the day. The more unhappy and the unknown are constantly emerging before his eyes. With regard to the man, there was a mess of strange things in his mind.

He was in a coma for ten years and missed too many things...

Yue Wuhuan went out alone, probably made a lot of friends, right?

His little angel is so smart, kind, capable and agile, there will surely be many people who really like him, right?

The system teacher said that letting the protagonist feel happy, does it mean letting him find someone he likes and start a new life again? The man I just met seems to be pretty good, tall and handsome, and has saved Wuhuan. He doesn't dislike his disfigurement in disguise. He seems to be of good character? If their relationship develops well and they want to form a companion, what should they do?

Yaowanggu has never had a happy event, shouldn't it prepare a lot of dowry for Wuhuan? No, it’s not right. Wuhuan is a man. He should prepare the betrothal gift, but it seems that this statement is wrong... He doesn’t understand these emotional matters, and no one discusses it. In short, you have to bless yourselves, pay attention to your mouth, and prepare in advance. Recite the manuscript, keep it steady, don't roll over, and don't embarrass Wuhuan.

The more Song Qingshi thinks, the more panic, the more he thinks, the more chaotic...

Finally, he couldn't help standing up and decided to go out and relax.

The evening sunset and the cool night breeze made his confused mind sober a lot. He felt a little stupid and wanted to find something to do.

On the side of the road, some kids didn't know what game they were playing, they wanted to push a big rock into the ditch, but they couldn't push it anyway. Then you thought I was weak, I thought you were useless, and quarreled.

Song Qingshi watched by the side for a while, walked over, and said to them: "You can try to use the principle of leverage."

The children looked at the beautiful monk in confusion.

Seeing that they didn’t understand, Song Qing picked up a branch, squatted down on the ground and drew a formula, carefully explaining: “Lever can be divided into labor-saving lever, labor-intensive lever and equal-arm lever. Now you have to move heavy objects. Using a labor-saving lever, we first calculate the weight of the stone, and then..."

The children looked at the formula on the ground, looked at him in horror, backed up again and again, turned around and fled, and asked their companions as they fled:

"Is that a fool?"

"Is it a lunatic?"

"I think it might be the new master."

"Mom, it's terrible!"

"..."

Song Qingshi squatted on the spot in a daze. After a long time, he dropped the branch in his hand, got up slowly, and then looked at the physical formula drawn on the ground and smiled awkwardly. He tried many times to communicate with people. However, I didn’t do it well every time, sometimes it irritated the other side, sometimes it was cold, and more often it was ignored...

He didn't even know where the failure was.

What he shouldn't force...

Song Qingshi sat quietly in the grass under the tree, listening to the calls of crickets, watching the clouds under the moonlight changing into various shapes in the sky, turning into dragons, birds, mice, and cats. Er... It's so interesting that it's changing back and forth, and I don't get tired of it.

He is used to living alone and does not feel lonely.

Let the dragon into the sea and send the phoenix to the sky.

The patient will be discharged from the hospital when he is well.

It’s okay for him to stay where he is alone...

...

Yue Wuhuan made dinner. He couldn't see anyone. He was uneasy. After searching around for a long time, he finally found that Song Qingshi was in a daze under the tree. He didn't know what he was thinking, and 80% of them were unfinished experimental questions. He breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and shook his head. Suddenly he wanted to make a prank, he made a decisive move, quietly jumped up the tree, and observed for a long time to make sure that he hadn't paid attention to himself. Then he suddenly shook his hand. The rain fell one after another, and the people under the tree looked all over.

Song Qingshi was stunned by the leaves. Just when he wanted to investigate with his spiritual mind, the pill fire fought back, and he heard the familiar laughter on the tree, a little embarrassed, and cried, "Wuhuan."

Yue Wuhuan jumped down, landed beside him, and asked with a smile, "Holy Lord, are you not afraid of enemy attacks?"

"You don't have murderous intent," Song Qingshi explained, "My ghost fire will automatically release murderous intent, so don't worry."

Yue Wuhuan was stunned for a while, and said in a serious tone: "You should not tell others about this casually, otherwise you will be targeted and set up traps."

"Only you know about this," Song Qingshi was afraid that he was worried, and quickly said, "I'm not a fool, so how can I tell others about life-saving things? Say."

The more joyless and helpless: "Why tell me?"

Song Qingshi thought for a while: "You are not someone else." It was his little angel.

The more Wuhuan let go, and asked:

"Lord, what are you doing here?"

"I'm looking at the cloud."

"cloud?"

"Ok."

"I watch it too."

"Huh? Wuhuan likes this? But...everyone said it was boring," Song Qingshi shook off the fallen leaves on his body, turned his head in surprise, but saw that he was already sitting next to him, and quickly said, "There is nothing in the sky, I Just watching the cloud change, you don’t need to accompany me, you can do what you want to do."

The more Wuhuan looked at him, the greater the smile in his eyes: "No matter what, if two people are together, it will not be boring."

Song Qingshi stared at him blankly. For some reason, his ears were a little hot and his eyes were a little wet.

Fortunately, the darkness of the night blocked this gaffe.

Yue Wuhuan did not speak anymore, sat quietly, and accompany him quietly... Obviously it was still that boring thing. With company, he really became happy, just like in the study before, even if everyone else. I didn't do it, just reading a book, and I found it more interesting than usual.

What is this feeling? Is there a theoretical explanation in the book?

Song Qingshi thought hard for a long time, but couldn't think of an answer.

This is a feeling he has never experienced before, it is impossible to describe, but I really like it.

If he works harder to treat the better, can he keep this feeling longer?

Is it too selfish?

Song Qingshi secretly took a look at Yue Wuhuan and found that he seemed to be in a very good mood, and finally plucked up the courage to ask, "That person today is your good friend, you and him..." He didn't know what words to use. To describe your problem.

Yue Wuhuan came back to his senses and said with a smile: "The Lord is joking. I am not a good friend with him, just a little friendship."

Song Qingshi stumbled and said: "He saved you, me, should we give some thanks..."

"Well, don’t worry, Lord, I have prepared a thank you gift for him, and I have sent it." The more Wuhuan’s smile became brighter, his eyes were filled with unclear light, "Although I don’t know if Wu Daxia likes it, he He is a good person and will never refuse a gift, which embarrass me."

Song Qingshi worriedly asked, "If he doesn't like it, do I need to prepare a gift again?"

"No need," Yue Wuhuan paused suddenly, seeming to be distracted, and after a while, he laughed again. The voice became a little low, and his breath was chaotic. It seemed that he was enduring some extreme happiness. He took a few deep breaths, re-adjusted his emotions with locks, and then slowly approached Song Qing, gently leaning his head on his shoulder. After a while, he whispered, "He is going back overseas soon. If... the Lord can meet him next time, he can send it off again."

Song Qingshi said happily: "Okay."

Yue Wuhuan looked at the people around him greedily, and the beautiful phoenix eyes under the golden mask were dyed with desire.

He had already set up a trap, and finally ushered in a delicious prey.

...

In a secluded and quiet room, there is a faintly beautiful figure in the dark gauze tent. The prey avoids everyone, sneaks in quietly, and then touches the silk quilt, ready to be gentle with the beauty who has already been lying in it. , Relive Yuanmeng.

However, he touched a cold stiff hand.

Realizing the breath of the trap, the prey made a decisive decision and quickly broke the beauty's neck.

The beauty with a broken neck turned around in terror and let out a weird laugh: "Chuck-chuck-"

The prey was horrified to discover that this was not a living person, but a corpse poisoned puppet, whose face was covered with messy scars of horror, like a horror doll coming out of hell. He was so scared that he wanted to escape, and ran a few steps, only to find that his body gradually lost its ability to control. He wanted to call for help, but his throat became stiff, and no sound came out.

The poison puppet crawled up like a spider, entangled him with twisted hands and feet, and injected more venom.

Immediately afterwards, countless blood king vines spread from all directions, twisted, twisted, and then penetrated into his body from the mouth and from the skin, raging inside, breaking the bones inch by inch, shattering the internal organs a little bit, and then slowly The ground **** blood, corrodes and swallows...

The hunter was hunted instead, and the moth that fell into the cobweb watched as he walked toward death.

There is no chance of escape, only despair...

Hell is the best place for him.

...

Yue Wuhuan sat with Song Qingshi for a long time, until the Blood King Vine disposed of everything, found a place to hide the poisoned puppet, cleaned the scene clean, leaving no traces, and then destroyed those few roots with his spiritual sense. The vines soiled by the disgusting things grow new again...Finally stood up and said: "Lord, it's not early. The sweet-scented osmanthus syrup I made for you should be cold?"

Song Qingshi quickly jumped up: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Yue Wuhuan smiled and said, "Sorry, I just thought about something important, so I forgot."

"So you will be distracted like me?"

"Occasionally..."

"are you uncomfortable?"

"No."

...

The two talked and laughed, drifting away.

Under the eaves, hungry spiders wove their webs carefully, waiting patiently for the white butterflies flying in the sky.

This is the real delicious meal.