Mistakenly Saving the Villain

An Long opened the door and strode in. He saw women's jewelry and embroidered white fox fur littered all over the floor. Then he looked at the only carved bed where he could hide. How could he not guess what happened?

He knew that because of Song Qingshi's thin body, he was particularly afraid of being said to be like a woman. He quickly covered his mouth and held back his smile, fearing that he could not hold it back and was killed by Song Qingshi's laughter.

He held back for a long time, finally adjusted his breath, and said: "Qing Shi? Where are you?"

Finally, an aggrieved voice came from under the bed: "Anlong, you go out first."

An Long almost fainted, scratching his heart and lungs to see what he looks like now. He was afraid of going to the blacklist, so he didn't dare to tear down the bed... He pondered for a moment, and quietly wanted to summon only the investigative Gu to take a peek, but stretched out. He shot, but found that he couldn't summon it. He was extremely surprised: "There is power to suppress this formation, and my Gu worm can't use it."

"Huh?" Song Qingshi tried to mobilize the spirit fire in his body under the bed, but found that the quiet fire had disappeared, leaving only the pill fire. He held the little red lotus, thought for a moment, and suddenly discovered a new suspicious point, "What are you doing here for summoning Gu worms? Wouldn't you want to take a peek?"

Alaska used to do this kind of bad things and was very proficient...

He was furious, and the red lotus in his hand burned more and more vigorously.

An Long realized that it was not good, and hurried out of the room, just to escape the several pill fires that struck him. He didn't dare to make a mistake. He ran to prepare a face wash for Song Qingshi, and then stuffed his black robe through the door. Go in, then squat in the corner and sigh, depressed by the missed opportunity.

Song Qingshi washed the makeup on his face, untied his hair bun, and put on a generous men's robe. Finally he breathed a long sigh of relief and signaled that Alaska, who was in the squatting corner introspective, could come in.

An Long walked into the room and glanced at him, suddenly a little stunned.

He knows that Song Qingshi is pretty good-looking, but he has known him for many years. He wears light plain clothes and wraps himself tightly, with a clean and holy breath, like crystal clear white snow on a mountain. Today Song Qingshi seems to have been stained by evil black. The completely unfit robe hangs on him, loose, sitting obliquely on the edge of the carved bed, wearing long hair, and the collarbone is looming at the neckline, with a bit of spring night. Waking up from a dream, she looks dazed and cute.

This is exactly the sight he dreams of. Everywhere he pokes his heart, he pokes the wounds healed so hard to **** again, draws out the greed and desire inside, and lets him face his own ugliness. idea.

Can't think, can't make mistakes...

An Long closed his eyes and readjusted his breathing.

Song Qingshi raised his head from his thoughts and saw An Long's expression was different, as if he had a dangerous aura, and asked worriedly: "What's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing, it's just that it's weird for you to wear this dress, it's too big," An Long's face reappeared with a sordid smile, and he dismissed the subject carelessly, "Have you guessed the origin of this formation?"

He knew that Song Qingshi had a lot of research on formations, and he had read many ancient books and knew a lot of knowledge about formations that were little known.

"Well," Song Qingshi said hesitantly, "I have seen a similar formation record in "Xunshan Taoist Ren Wenlu". It is a fragment of an ancient book and it is not completely written. It is said that there is a strange ancient in Yueshan. The formation is called the Nightmare Heart-Sweeping Formation, which belongs to the category of Asking Heart Formation. If a few people enter the formation, they will choose one person to lead the nightmare, weave out a staggered fictional world, and then introduce everyone into that world. You need to find the dream center. Knot, make the dreamer completely awake, otherwise I will never sleep in the dream, but I am not sure what counts as awake..."

He feels sober.

An Long said angrily: "What the hell? Is Mo Yuan's head in the water? It took a lot of effort to make this formation cute?"

"The Taoist Mountain-seeking is earlier than Mo Yuan Jianzun. I think this formation should have nothing to do with Mo Yuan Jianzun. Maybe he came for something and left a trace when he broke the formation," Song Qingshi inferred and analyzed a little bit. "The disciple of the Chilong Sect once said that there were snakes, but there were no signs of snake bites on his body. This is unreasonable. It should be this formation that weaved the nightmare of the snakes and caused him great psychological trauma."

An Long asked: "Whose nightmare are we in?"

Song Qingshi aggrieved: "80% is mine..."

He is very taboo to be said to be like a girl, so nightmare dresses him up as a girl. Yue Wuhuan can't be afraid of him becoming a girl, right? As for Alaska, let alone, he was so happy at the jokes that the corners of his mouth were almost uncontrollable.

Song Qingshi became angry from embarrassment, and the red lotus fire in his hand came out again, trying to press the **** corner of his mouth back.

An Long realized the crisis and immediately said with a serious face: "Where is Wuhuan brother? What role will he play in your nightmare?"

No joy? Hang up, hang up...

Song Qingshi finally recovered from his knowledge, realized that it was not good, and his face changed in fright. He jumped out of the bed and rushed out the door. The black robe was too long and his movement was obstructing. He stumbled after running two steps. He was so anxious that he stepped on the red lotus and flew over, but was stopped by An Long: "There is no fireproof formation for this suit. If you burn it, I won't have the second one to change it for you."

He had no choice but to stumble and ran outside the house.

Outside the house is a prosperous street with people of all colors walking. Everyone has normal facial features, but their faces are blurred, and they are forgotten after seeing them, just like the person in a dream, leaving no impression.

An Long blew his whistle and praised: "It really is a nightmare."

When Xiaoqing was erudite, he would read any unfamiliar, boring and useless books, and his knowledge reserves were unmatched.

Song Qingshi grabbed passers-by and stumblingly asked, "Is there anything wrong around here?"

Passers-by were at a loss: "What is a bad place?"

An Long followed, clarified his thoughts, and helped him to complete the matter: "It's the brothel painting boat, where there is a place for men to pick up guests."

Song Qingshi's face was pale long ago. He and An Long were Yuan Ying's cultivation base, but their cultivation bases were suppressed to the golden core, and their most powerful abilities were sealed. The more joyless there is only to build the foundation, wouldn't it be more miserable to be suppressed? If the Blood King Vine were also sealed, it would be no different from ordinary people.

A passer-by pointed to the east: "Cross this street and turn around at Jinfengtai, the largest brothel in the city, and there are people you want."

Song Qingshi heard the unknown name and felt faint again, so he ran away. Just turning the intersection, he saw a magnificent platform from a distance. The height of the building is several tens of meters, and the beauty of Qingcheng wearing a golden red feather skirt is standing at the top. It is Yue Wuhuan. He stares at the sky blankly, holding Cui Yuxiao tightly in his hands, as if he can't see anything, nothing. can not hear.

The wind rolled up the feather skirt, showing the scars on his body and the shackles on his feet...

Song Qingshi frantically called his name.

He jumped off the tall building.

Song Qingshi ignored the burning of his robes, and directly summoned Honglian, and rushed over with his body full of flames, but it was still half a step too late.

The bird with its broken wings fell gently, and red flowers bloomed on the ground.

Life disappears so fast and so easily.

The ending was so fast that people were caught off guard.

Song Qingshi opened his eyes wide, looking at the scene in front of him, almost unable to breathe, he slowly knelt before the blood on the ground, picked up the breathless bird in the pool of blood, doing useless first aid over and over again like crazy: "I will not give up, never give up..."

This is the worst nightmare of his life.

Wake up quickly!

His mind was getting dizzy and the world turned into darkness.

...

There are 127 types of questioning formations recorded in Yaowanggu’s book. Twelve of them will kill the intruder after failing to solve the problem, 18 will trap the intruder forever, and forty-six types. It will restart after failing to solve the problem, torturing the intruder over and over again, until the answer is solved, the formation can be broken through, and the effect of the rest of the formation is unknown.

Song Qingshi opened his eyes again and found that he was still wearing ridiculous women's clothing, sitting on the carved red wood bed. He realized that he was lucky. This formation was a type that failed to solve the problem and could be restarted. However, repeated nightmares were enough to consume the will of any monk until he had a nervous breakdown and became a lunatic.

He didn't dare to bother with his shameful dress anymore, jumped out of bed and ran out the door, pushed An Long away who wanted to ask about the situation, and rushed to Jinfengtai frantically, lest he slowed down for a while and everyone was gone.

An Long couldn't help whistling again when he saw his dress for women's clothing, and said in a low voice, "It's so beautiful."

He happily believes that the two are placed in the same house, and the dream setting must be a relationship between Taoist couples.

The more Wuhuan that **** evildoer was tortured to death by nightmares, that was something he liked to hear.

He couldn't wait to stay in this beautiful dream forever. Unfortunately, this was Song Qingshi's nightmare. If he didn't help save the evildoer and solve the nightmare riddle, Qingshi would be constantly hurt by nightmares and suffer pain.

The evildoer can die 10,000 times, and my little cutie must not be injured...

An Long quickly made a decision and rushed to Jinfengtai to save his life.

Song Qingshi rushed to Jinfengtai, Honglian cleared the way, and rushed directly in, only to see Yue Wuhuan being entangled by a few disgusting male cultivators. He didn't care about so much, and raised his hand to lift the Red Lotus Xuanhuo into one. The wall of flames separates the trash.

He turned his head and asked worriedly: "Wuhuan, how are you doing?"

Yue Wuhuan sat on the ground, trembling all over, his eyes full of despair.

The wall of flame was broken open by a black knife, and the strength of those cultivators was not weak, all of them were of golden core level. They armed with swords and swords, attacked Song Qingshi, Song Qingshi was not good at close combat, and quiet fire was suppressed. After that, he could only try his best to support, and his body was chopped in several places.

An Long broke in, saw the blood on his white clothes, furious, broke a monk's head on the spot, and joined the battle. He is a strong man raised in all kinds of fierce battles. He is good at all attack methods. Losing the Gu worm has little effect. He directly resisted the offensive with his fist, grabbed the black knife with his backhand, and wiped it against the opponent's neck.

The pressure on Song Qingshi's shoulders suddenly lightened. He turned his head and looked around for Yue Wuhuan, only to see Yue Wuhuan standing on the high platform again. He was so frightened that he was about to split, hurriedly approached, trying to comfort: "You, don't jump..."

At this time, his stupid mouth can't say anything to comfort him!

Song Qingshi was crying anxiously, wishing to slap himself a few times.

"Master, I'm sorry," Yue Wuhuan gave him a desperate look, "This world is too dirty, I can't afford it..."

Immediately afterwards, he took a half step back and jumped off the platform again.

Song Qingshi couldn't take much care of it, so he chased and jumped down without hesitation, but only pulled the skirt of the feather skirt.

The two fell together...

An Long turned his head and was stunned when he saw Song Qingshi jumping off the platform regardless of life and death.

I forgot to lift the black knife in my hand, and the abdomen was penetrated by the long sword...

However, he has forgotten the pain.

...

When Song Qingshi woke up for the third time, he sat by the bed blankly for a while, full of what had just happened.

An Long appeared in front of him with a black face, grabbed his neckline, and asked fiercely: "Why?! Why do you want to do this for him?!"

"Yes! It shouldn't be like this. I lost my mind." Song Qingshi recovered from the panic and gradually recovered his calm. "Some things must be proved first."

Without waiting for An Long's answer, he hurriedly jumped out of bed and ran to Jinfengtai again.

An Long looked at him so stupid, full of anger, and didn't know where to vent, his fist slammed into the wall, almost smashing a hole in the wall, but now it is not time to care, can not let this fool be bullied, can only hold the fire Keep up again, go back and clean him up.

The event repeated again, and the battle repeated again.

Song Qingshi once again came to Yue Wuhuan, who was all embarrassed. This time he calmly asked a question: "Today, there are pheasants in the same cage, with 35 heads on top and 94 legs on the bottom. What is the geometry of pheasants? You immediately tell me the answer mentally!"