Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Yue Wuhuan was stunned, and did not speak for a long time.

He seemed to be stuck with the wrong mechanism, and even his expression became stiff.

Now, can Song Qingshi still not understand what's going on? His little angel is a super-learning **** who does not need an abacus to read books. Recently, he has started to study high maths. In his eyes, this simple question is about the same as one plus one, and can calculate the answer in seconds.

An Long was stunned by his unreasonable question: "Why should the rabbit and the chicken be locked together? I want to know how many there are, just open the cage and count? The person who did this kind of thing shouldn't be a fool. Right?"

Song Qingshi ignored the mathematical fool next to him. The red lotus petals in his hand were scattered into countless flaming knives, with endless anger, all rolled towards the "Yue Wuhuan" in front of him, wishing to deceive the feelings and embarrass him. There are thousands of fakes.

He should have discovered that this is not the more unhappy.

The more Wuhuan is a stubborn, proud person, how could he die without killing those who hurt him? Even if he was really sick and couldn't help but want to defend himself, he would never choose to jump in front of him. Instead, he would choose to disappear silently and secretly without letting others see the ugliness.

Song Qingshi was extremely annoyed and felt like a fool, but the nightmare scenes on Jinfeng Stage perfectly defeated his sanity and actually made him lose his calmness in the past, before he fell into scams again and again, embarrassing him.

Fortunately, I was not seen by Yue Wuhuan.

Otherwise, where should he put his face?

Song Qingshi quietly looked back at Alaska next to him, and warned in a low voice: "Don't tell Wuhuan."

An Long calmly looked at him and said nothing.

The fake "Yue Wuhuan" turned into dots of fragments in the flames, Jinfeng Terrace slowly turned into nothingness, the surrounding scenes began to disintegrate, the streets, pedestrians, and houses all disappeared like a dream, and then reorganized, and the surroundings became The dark, pungent smell came from all directions.

The world has become a dirty and disgusting swamp, dark and sticky, with rotting animal remains floating in it.

Song Qingshi covered his nose and took two steps back. He felt that the smell seemed familiar, as if he had smelled it.

The cultivation base in his body was suppressed again, and he fell to build a foundation. The red lotus profound fire released from his hand was like a small flame, and many high-level spells could not be used.

Song Qingshi thought for a while, sacrificed a few small red lotus profound fires, turned them into lights, floated in the air, illuminating the surrounding scenery, and observing whether there is any danger. When the lights hit the middle of the swamp, the sludge stretches out. Numerous thorny thorns bound a person tightly.

This is the more unhappy.

The mask and grimace snake venom disappeared under the suppression of the nightmare, revealing a beautiful face that was almost bloodless. The thorns entangled his body, cut his clothes, and stabbed countless scars. The lower body was soaked in the dirty swamp. He was like a beautiful prey falling into a spider web. He had lost the strength to struggle and could only wait quietly for decay. And death.

The more Wuhuan has serious habit of cleanliness, he is extremely afraid of dirty things.

This world is his nightmare...

Song Qingshi was so sad that his heart was gripped.

He quickly took off the fox fur, wrapped it around his shoulders, then jumped out of the swamp without hesitation, and walked over step by step, ignoring the filth.

His legs were sinking in the mud, his steps were difficult, his white robe was stained with large areas of pure black, and there was an unbearable stench everywhere, but he didn't care.

Under the guidance of the red lotus lantern, he stumbled to the thorns, stretched out his hand, still making countless blood marks on his body with the thorns, he carefully touched the scarred bird, patted his face, and called out softly. Writing: "No joy? No joy? Wake up soon..."

The long eyelashes quivered slightly, and the bird in the thorn cage finally awakened from a deep sleep, opened his beautiful eyes, the filth on his body, and the smell of the tip of his nose almost made him lose his mind in pain, and wanted to faint again. But he saw the white figure like a dream, and felt the clean smell of medicine in the dirt. The illusion and reality intertwined, making him a little unsure where he was, hoarsely confirming: "Qing Shi? Is that you? ?"

"It's me!" Song Qingshi said anxiously when he saw him wake up, "Don't be afraid, I will save you!"

"Master, don't come over," Yue Wuhuan looked around and said in pain, "It's very dirty here, and I'm very dirty, you will be dirty..."

Song Qingshi anxiously tore the thorns while comforting: "Don't be afraid! This is a dream! Go out and it won't be dirty!"

He used violence to forcibly tore off several thorns, his hands were pricked with countless blood spots, and then recovered and found that he was as stupid as a monkey, and he had forgotten to use the tools.

Song Qingshi raised his hand to recall the Red Lotus Profound Fire in the air, carefully circumventing Yue Wuhuan's body, burning the thorns one by one, and then tore the last few thorns that were tightly entangled and strangled into the flesh.

Yue Wuhuan lost his **** and gently fell into his arms.

Song Qingshi hugged him and quickly checked his injuries, and found that Yue Wuhuan's legs and hands were particularly injured, almost to the point where he could not move.

What is this **** nightmare so real?

He was so distressed that he couldn't help asking: "What the **** is going on?"

"I don't know," Yue Wuhuan said weakly, "When I woke up, I was trapped in this dirty swamp, my strength disappeared, my hands and feet were injured and I lost my mobility. I wanted to find you, and I struggled for a long time, but Can't escape..."

This sense of helpless despair is like him who was bound by the seal of acacia in the past.

He even struggled to death, but opened his eyes and was in the same place again.

Nightmare Heart Sweeping Array is like the worst game, with countless weapons inserted into the most vulnerable place in everyone's heart, hitting the nail on the spot, knife and knife sealing the throat, making you lose your mind and judgment until you collapse and wake up. Later, he fell into the same cycle again, never ending.

It is not a killing array, but it is more disgusting than a killing array.

Song Qingshi untied the white fox fur and carefully wrapped the person in his arms to block all the filth and filth: "Will this be better?"

The white fox fur has the fragrance of herbs belonging to this man, which dilutes the dirty breath.

Yue Wuhuan buried his head in the fox fur and took a deep breath. He felt better, his mind gradually became clear and his hands and feet regained some strength. He looked at the dirty swamp around him, closed his eyes in pain, and was about to get out of Song Qingshi's arms, endure the bone-stuffed nausea, and slowly move out.

Song Qingshi stopped his movements: "Your legs are hurt too badly, don't come down... You close your eyes, cover your nose, don't look at the surrounding environment, let me carry you out."

He could not shirk off, so he put the person in his arms on his back.

The more Wuhuan panicked and wanted to resist: "I can go by myself."

"No, it's too dirty here," Song Qingshi undoubtedly pressed his resistance back, "You don't like these dirty things, so lie on my back and don't move."

The more joyless he calmed down, watching him covered with mud, and said in pain: "I don't like you being soiled..."

"It's okay, my clothes are already dirty," Song Qingshi comforted when he saw him not moving, walking slowly toward the shore, "My habit of cleanliness is not as bad as yours. These odors have little effect and can be tolerated. Dirty things It’s not that we can’t get rid of it. When we get back to the shore, we’ll be cleaned and disinfected."

Yue Wuhuan leaned down gently, hugged his shoulders, buried him around his neck, smelling the comfortable breath, but his heart became more sad, he asked carefully: "What if... it's a dirty thing that can't be washed away? ?"

Song Qingshi replied casually: "Wash it a few more times, it will always be clean."

The more Wuhuan buried his head lower, he whimpered: "I can't wash it..."

Song Qingshi promised: "I will help you."

When Yue Wuhuan heard this answer, he couldn't help but laughed. He knew that the two people were definitely not thinking the same thing, but he was still a little sweet in his heart. He quietly rubbed Song Qing's soft and shredded hair that hadn't been brought together, and then secretly kissed his earlobe. He wanted to put the cute little thing in his mouth, but he couldn't...

Song Qingshi's earlobes were extremely sensitive, and he quickly ordered: "Don't touch it randomly, itching."

Yue Wuhuan lay down nicely and said with a smile: "I'm just not careful."

Even if you are walking in the dirty and smelly mud, as long as the two are together, it doesn't seem to be uncomfortable.

Song Qingshi felt relieved. He remembered the embarrassment he had just done, and couldn't help asking: "There are pheasant rabbits in the same cage today, with thirty-five heads on the top and ninety-four legs on the bottom. What is the geometry of the pheasant?"

Yue Wuhuan replied without hesitation: "Twelve rabbits and twenty-three chickens. Why does the Lord ask this?"

"It's nothing." Song Qingshi was a little smug, "I should have known that you were learning God."

Yue Wuhuan dialed the golden step swaying between his hair, and asked the question that he had thought about for a long time since seeing him: "Holy Lord, what is this?"

Song Qingshi finally realized that he was still wearing ridiculous women's clothing, and his ears were red and hot. He quickly explained what had just happened, and repeatedly emphasized: "I don't want to be ridiculous, don't laugh at me. "

Yue Wuhuan said gently: "Don't worry, in my eyes, you are not ridiculous in any way."

Song Qingshi relaxed, still a little wronged: "Wuhuan, why do I wear women's clothing in your nightmare?"

If he feels that he is not manly enough, he can work harder...

The more Wuhuan was stunned, is this his nightmare?

...

An Long stood on the shore, staring at the familiar scenery and the familiar story.

However, this time the protagonist of happiness has changed.

He thought it was his own sweet dream. In the dream, he got the person, got the title of longing and thinking, saw the scenery he was looking for every night, and returned to the happiest place of memory. This dream is better than fantasy. , Making him reluctant to leave.

All wrong...

He just watched in the nightmare that he lost everything, his territory was slowly eroded, and even the part of his treasure in his heart that supported him through countless near-death situations, through all the pain, and the memory that he thought was unique was also lost. Take it away, smear it with other people's color.

It turned out that all his self-righteous efforts were useless.

It turned out that what he thought he paid was all a joke.

It turned out that his self-righteous infatuation was all in vain.

Eight hundred years of admiration, eight hundred years of depravity, he clearly knows that this relationship is like a moth to the fire, and he can't ask for anything. Knowing that he has made a mistake, he still can't let it go. He can only pretend to be a dog. Wagging to beg for mercy, struggling hard, trying to get a chance.

He deserves everything, and he deserves it.

An Long looked at the two talking and laughing in the swamp, his eyes tingling.

The long-lost voice in my mind reappeared, like a devil's mockery:

"Wake up, this is your nightmare."