Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi stood in front of the wine shop, listening to the boss frantically promoting.

"How can anyone come to the flower festival without drinking flower wine? Don't get me wrong, the guest officer, I'm not talking about the messy flower wine," the boss thought he made a joke that a man understands, and then found that the other party's expression was serious and he didn't laugh at all. He seemed to listen. I didn’t understand, so I changed my tone, “Our Nanhai city is rich in flowers. This is a wine made from eight kinds of flowers. It makes beautiful people drunk. It tastes sweet and has a great flavor. It will only be sold during the flower festival. The quantity is limited. No more."

Is this wine sweet? Is it a limited edition?

Men’s resistance to limited editions tends to decrease.

Song Qingshi immediately took out the spirit stone and bought an altar.

He went out to find the shameless painter to do business. Now that he has finished his business, he wants to go back to the inn as soon as possible. But the buildings in Nanhai City are very similar. There are flowers everywhere. When he walks, he thinks about things and turns around. I made a mistake and walked to the night market accidentally.

The night market of the Flower Festival is very prosperous. On the left is singing opera, on the right is monkey opera, and there are many things that have not been seen.

Was it like this at night in Nanhai City?

Song Qingshi couldn't restrain his curiosity. He thought that after returning to the Medicine King Valley this time, he might not see such a scene again. He couldn't help but look at it a few more times. As a result, he was miserably sold and bought a lot of messy things. There are beautiful gems, beautiful red fabrics, Mo Yuan Jianzun's legendary script, and the boss of the dough maker pinches a beautiful little phoenix.

The tourists in the night market, for some reason, most of them are in pairs, holding hands, laughing and making noise, very close.

After Song Qingshi finished buying wine, he couldn't help asking the boss.

The boss was amused by him: "Don't you know that Nanhai City's flower festival night is called a lover's festival?"

Song Qingshi shook his head. This information is not in the guide information he compiled.

Ye Yuge was irresponsible for doing things, and he had to condemn Xianjun Ye Lin's professional attitude when he returned.

"This is the old tradition of the flower festival. The festival during the day is a carnival for everyone, and the night market at night is the romance of lovers. Here is a city that never sleeps. If you don’t have a company, you can find one. You look good. It's easy. Would you like me to introduce it to you?" The boss enthusiastically suggested, "Find a beauty and drink the beauty drunk together. It is even more sweet to the bones."

When Song Qingshi heard the beauty, he thought of Yue Wuhuan's face for some reason.

He was a little panicked, and quickly refused: "No, I have a companion, it's beautiful, no...not the kind of companion you mentioned."

As long as he is confused, his speech will be messy.

The boss became more confused as he listened, and couldn't help but get closer to listen carefully: "What kind of partner? Male partner? Female partner?"

Before the words fell, several blood-red vines fell on the roof, cracking the ground, severely separating the two.

Yue Wuhuan stood on the roof, his long black hair was messed up by the night wind, his belt was not fastened, the collar of his jacket was turned up, and the red brocade clothes had several folds, which shattered his usual words Cautious appearance. The phoenix eyes under the golden wing mask were filled with uncontrollable madness, her lips pressed tightly, and she pulled upward slightly, as if she wanted to draw the usual gentle smile, but she couldn't draw her smile.

The Blood King Vine crawled on the ground, and each branch divided into countless twigs. The branches and leaves became more and more dense. The people in Nanhai City had seen this terrible thing on the wall, and they had lingering fears.

The owner of the wine shop was so scared that he sat on the ground and crawled around, wanting to climb away.

The guests realized that it was not good, and fled one after another.

Song Qingshi hugged the wine jar and tried to comfort everyone: "It's okay."

His comfort had no effect, and in an instant, everyone ran away.

The Blood King Vine rose from the ground, quickly climbed up his limbs and body, criss-crossing, overlapping and confining, like countless angry spider silks grabbing the prey that fell into the web, and entangled it. Circle again, lest you escape.

Song Qingshi subconsciously wanted to raise the pill fire to break the bondage, and suddenly he remembered that the blood king vine was connected to the soul, and it would hurt and hurt if it was broken. He quickly took the fire back, still dragging himself into the air with the blood king vine, dragged it to Yue Wuhuan like a sacrifice, and sent it into his arms.

"Lord," Yue Wuhuan lowered his head, tasted the breath between his neck with his lips, then slowly climbed up, licking his sensitive earlobe with the tip of his tongue, as if tasting the taste happily, but his voice was extremely wronged. "I'm worried that I won't be able to see you when I wake up."

Song Qingshi earnestly explained: "I just came out to do something and buy something by the way."

The blood king vine on his body became more and more tightly wound, as if he wanted to isolate the outside atmosphere.

The more Wuhuan's voice became more aggrieved: "Holy Lord, the night here is very dirty everywhere, don't run around, don't leave my side, okay?"

Over the years, the more he walked outside, the more he felt that the whole world was dirty. If it weren’t for the fear of Anlong, he had to deal with this mess. He would not let the Lord leave the Medicine King Valley in one step, so as to avoid any accidents and be caught. Those shameless bad guys hurt or fall into the mud.

Song Qingshi wanted to pat him on the shoulder for comfort, but couldn't move, so he nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

As the night breeze blew, Yue Wuhuan gradually calmed down, adjusted his breathing, and realized what he had done wrong.

The blood king vines loosened one by one, letting people out...

Yue Wuhuan's face was a little pale, his body trembled slightly, and he apologized in a small voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Qingluan once advised that his likes are too crazy, and his feelings are too extreme. They are far beyond the range of normal people and will cause uneasiness. He advised him to restrain himself and not to hurt others and himself.

He agreed to Qingluan, and then learned to pretend to avoid being disgusted by the Lord.

Now, his feelings are showing flaws...

The more Wuhuan is terrified.

"It's okay," Song Qingshi put the wine jar in his arms and said relaxedly, "It's me who is not good. I ran away without telling you. You can't find me when you wake up. It's normal to be worried... you Don't be sad, it's my bad thing, my fault."

When he woke up, he found that Yue Wuhuan had no self-defeating tendency, his words and deeds were the same as ordinary people, and his gentle and caring behavior was better than that of the past. He thought that he would untie the seal of hehuan. At that time, his body had unexpected hemiplegia, he was panicked, and he didn't think about other things.

Then Yue Wuhuan gave him multiple joys, he was immersed in joy, and his judgment was paralyzed again. Immediately after An Long’s arrival, the fight and injury between the two made him nervous. He subconsciously believed that the irritable An Long was a dangerous factor, and the more Wuhuan he was behaving quietly, under the contrast, it made him feel at ease and let him. Ignoring it completely is not a normal response. The more Wuhuan is just using a tactful way to achieve his goal.

The illness in his heart has never healed. After losing treatment, he grows crazily again, turning into a huge behemoth, and finally giving birth to fangs and claws, attacking the entire world.

How big is this behemoth?

Song Qingshi suddenly remembered the Thousand-Pearl Snow Lotus that he had encountered in the snow-capped mountains. The huge and terrifying root system was intertwined, covering the entire mountain range, thousands of miles away. But what caught his eyes was only the pitiful and beautiful little flower blooming on the crystal clear white snow.

wrong……

All wrong...

Summarize if you make a mistake, start over if you make a mistake...

"Don't be afraid, I am here," Song Qingshi pulled the trembling Yue Wuhuan into his arms, gently rubbed his long hair, and told him the answer over and over again, "Don't be afraid, I will never give up... "

Do not be afraid……

Whether it is the taste of the fruit, the arrangement of actions, or being imprisoned by your side, all do as you wish.

The butterfly saw the spider web, and it would fly in willingly.

...

Song Qingshi comforted him for a long time, and finally calmed down the more Wuhuan breathing, allowing him to restore peace.

He accompanied Yue Wuhuan and hid in the dark on the roof, sitting in a daze. The owner of the wine shop thought that the villain had gone, quietly came back to clean up the mess, and greeted the guests again. Perhaps couples like to drink two glasses on this day. It didn’t take long. , The wine shop was full of flirtatious voices.

The lover's sacrifice is really smoky, and it will stain the eyes of the Lord.

Yue Wuhuan regretted being a fashionable dresser. He didn't persuade Song Qing to change his destination, nor did he expect that Song Qing, who would squat in his room to read with him at night, would sneak out. Now it is too late to hide the love ceremony. , Find an excuse...

He thought for a while, showing a relaxed expression, then pointed to the nine-fold pagoda in a secluded place, and asked expectantly: "Lord, I think sitting on a high place and watching the lights of this world under the moonlight will be beautiful."

"Okay," Song Qingshi looked at him with a smile, "I also think it's too noisy here."

He pulled the more joyless, over the bustling, to the nine-storied pagoda. The nine-storied pagoda is one of the most beautiful sceneries of Nanhai City. The legend enshrines the portrait of the gods, but because the gate of the tower is always locked, no one knows what it looks like. The Nine-storied Pagoda is surrounded by a sea of ​​bamboo, and the scenery is beautiful, but during the flower festival, it is not able to compete with the flowers, and it is deserted.

In the dense bamboo forest, there are young couples hiding in them. They kissed me and I could hardly separate them. One said that the other party’s lips were sweet, the other said that the other party’s lips were soft, and the sweet words in the breath can almost be greasy.

Song Qingshi couldn't help taking a peek.

Yue Wuhuan broke his head back, and the Blood King Vine sneaked over, with a terrifying aura, directly scaring away the pair of wild mandarin ducks. Then he raised his sword and brought Song Qingshi to the top of the nine-storied pagoda. After cleaning it several times, he released his spiritual thoughts, confirmed that the surroundings were quiet, and finally felt relieved.

The moonlight tonight is really beautiful, shrouded in the nine-storied pagoda, without candlelight, and you can see the surroundings clearly. Sitting on the top of the tower is like sitting in a place of detachment, watching the prosperous world, the night market converges into a long winding river of lights, and the scattered lights next to it are all rooms, filled with confusion or soberness. people.

Song Qingshi didn't want to be sober, but he had to be sober...

He took out all the things he bought from the mustard bag, and handed them all to Yue Wuhuan. Although under the bewilderment of the clever-talking stall owners, he found that he had bought a lot of things quite stupidly, but it didn’t matter. Just not stupid.

Yue Wuhuan saw the toy bird flute made of wood, and couldn't help laughing, putting his lips to blow a few times.

The little bird flute made a melodious sound of birds singing.

Song Qingshi's heart moved slightly...