Mistakenly Saving the Villain

The thunder roared, and the downpour hit the dilapidated eaves, like violent drums.

Song Qingshi was awakened by the sound of thunder and rain. His head was dizzy and his memory was a bit fragmented. He felt a little uncomfortable on his lips, and seemed to be a little red and swollen. There were more and more cracks in the Yuan Ying in the dantian, and the sealing became more and more difficult...

He sat on the bed thinking for a long time, and finally remembered part of his memory. The two went to the nine-storied pagoda to admire the moon and the lights. He invited Yue Wuhuan to drink the beautiful woman drunk. After drinking, Yue Wuhuan played a nice song, but he took advantage of it. Drunk, kissed like a beast, the more unhappy! Relying on his own cultivation base, the more Wuhuan was unable to resist, he kissed forcibly several times!

What kind of animal behavior is this? !

Song Qingshi panicked and became a dog. He wanted to dig a hole to bury himself, and then cover it with 18 layers of soil!

The more unhappy footsteps came from outside the door, a bit heavy.

Song Qingshi felt that he had heard the death sentence. He didn't know if he would kneel down and apologize if he would not cover two layers of soil...

Yue Wuhuan opened the door and walked in wet, covered in mud and blood.

Song Qingshi took a deep breath, ready to admit his mistake, but smelled the smell of blood. He realized that something was wrong with Yue Wuhuan, ignoring the embarrassing things that happened last night, quickly opened the veil, jumped out of bed, and rushed in front of Yue Wuhuan, but saw that his whole body was drenched like a chicken, blood mixed with rain. , Mingled together squishyly, a few strands of messy hair clung to the golden mask tightly, dripping with cold water droplets.

Yue Wuhuan looked at his slightly red and swollen lips, losing all the color in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Song Qingshi yelled a few times. Seeing that he didn't respond in a daze, he felt a little anxious. Although the monk doesn't have a cold, he would be very uncomfortable if he kept wet, so he took the veil and wiped his body. He took out the replacement clothes from his mustard bag, hesitated for a moment, and asked carefully, "Can you undress yourself?"

Yue Wuhuan finally came back to his senses, took off his mask, unbuckled his belt, and took off the clothes that had been wetted by the rain one by one, revealing countless traces of insect bites. Every injury was not serious, but almost It was everywhere, especially the legs that were originally slender and perfect. They are now covered with small scars, many of which are poisonous, spreading, red, swollen and bruised, looking shocking.

Song Qingshi recognized the injury caused by An Long at a glance, his face was extremely ugly, and he desperately suppressed his anger and remained calm.

Yue Wuhuan had already used Jiedu Pill to suppress most of the toxicity. Song Qingshi sacrificed a faint fire to extract all the common toxins for him. However, Anlong had a deep research on Gu poison, and some of the Gu worms had special toxicity, similar to fungi. The virus cannot be restrained by the flames, and it needs to be relieved with medicine slowly.

He helped develop this fungal virus...

Song Qingshi thought of the past, bursts of chest tightness.

He quickly treated Yue Wuhuan's wound, smeared the ointment thickly, and then wrapped it with layers of gauze.

The thunder stopped, the rain was still frantic, and the air in the house was dull and uncomfortable.

Song Qingshi finally dealt with the last injury, raised his head and apologized earnestly: "I'm sorry."

The more Wuhuan was stunned.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't let you go together," Song Qingshi explained with difficulty, "I should have thought, where is the hatred so easy to eliminate? Where is the friend so easy to make? People who can't get along shouldn't get together. ...I will teach An Long a good lesson, and then take you back. From now on, I will only allow him to write letters, not to enter the valley, or to meet you."

The words are all deceptive, and there is no good thing in the world that you don't know each other.

It was all his innocence, stupidity, and wishful thinking.

Song Qingshi was so guilty that he scolded himself viciously in his heart. He only hated the lack of words, and the scolding was not fierce enough.

Yue Wuhuan lowered his phoenix eyes and whispered, "Master, I have something very important to tell you."

...

Song Qingshi sat on a chair, staring blankly at the sky outside the window gradually whitening, the dark clouds were still rolling, the rain became smaller, and the patters seemed to be unable to stop, moisture invaded every part of the room, letting People feel uncomfortable.

He felt a strange dream and woke up from the dream.

Yue Wuhuan had already said the matter as it was, waiting quietly for his decision.

Song Qingshi slowly closed his eyes, and checked his body with spiritual thoughts over and over again, looking for signs of injury. He searched for a long time, and finally caught a dead Gu worm in his mind. This gu worm was small in size, similar in color to flesh and blood, painless and non-itching, making it impossible to detect.

This is the murderer who almost took his life.

If it hadn't been for the system to send back his soul fragments in another world in time and restore his body, he would have already died.

"I don't remember," Song Qingshi looked at the Gu worm in his palm, stroking his forehead, remembering painfully for a long time, and finally said, "I don't remember what he thought of me, and I don't remember what happened at that time... "

Yue Wuhuan persuaded: "Lord Lord, don't be sad, he must rely on his friend status to take advantage of you and start with you."

The flames of the underworld suddenly appeared in the air, turning into a beautiful black lotus.

"Wuhuan, do you remember?" Song Qingshi held the black lotus and whispered softly, "My ghost fire will automatically attack the killing intent. This matter...An Long doesn't know."

If An Long had a killing intent on him, he would definitely notice that the Gu worm in his mind could also be destroyed by the smoldering fire...

The battle between the two Yuanying monks was enough to destroy the entire mountain.

However, he was killed quietly.

why?

Yue Wuhuan had a bad feeling that something was out of control...

"I don't remember what happened at that time, but after taking out the Gu worm, I remembered the mood when I died. There was no resentment and no anger." Song Qingshi thought it was ridiculous. He wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh. He lowered his head and said little. Said, "No Huan, I may have been killed voluntarily..."

"You nonsense! This is impossible!" Yue Wuhuan clutched his shoulders tightly and asked in fear, "Why?"

"I don't know." Song Qingshi couldn't remember the scene at the time, and was extremely painful. "Even if he doesn't think I am a friend, but...I can't lie, can't deceive myself, can't deceive his feelings. At that time, I He can't give him what he wants, but... life can be given, because it is not very important, and no one will be sad after death."

Every day one person practices medicine, one person studies, one person studies, one person cultivates, and one person looks at the clouds...

It makes no difference whether he is alive or dead, and no one cares.

The soul living in another world is even worse. The various serious diseases caused by his insufficiency, the hopeless future, bring great pain to his family, but everyone smiles in front of him, but this kind of thing How can it be seen? So his parents secretly shed tears behind his back. My sister gave up his dreams to take care of him and provoked a heavy burden. He caused countless troubles for everyone. He could only learn to be strong and brave, so that everyone thought he didn't care. But he wanted to understand from the hospital bed, he died is the only way for everyone to get rid of pain and regain happiness.

After he bid farewell to that world, he never missed his family again.

No one needs him to live.

No……

Yue Wuhuan was extremely astonished. He never thought that Song Qingshi, who always gently encourages himself on weekdays, had such thoughts in his heart.

For the first time, he discovered that he actually didn't understand this simple-minded person.

No, it's impossible...

Yue Wuhuan was a little flustered, and he felt that something was out of control.

"I was worried, that was a thing before, I haven't met you yet," Song Qingshi noticed that there was something wrong with him, and quickly comforted him, "After knowing you, I have a goal in my heart and I won't do such stupid things again. I want to accompany you on this journey so I won’t move those stupid thoughts again..."

Yue Wuhuan's breathing was a little short, and he stiffly comforted: "You are not stupid."

"No, I'm really stupid. Now that I think about it seriously, An Long's mind has long revealed many flaws. I made up various reasons to convince myself and turned a blind eye." Song Qingshi became more guilty and apologized as he thought about it. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just...I'm very envious, envious that others have friends, will pull out to go shopping, will make appointments to participate in festival festivals, will fight and fight over trivial matters, will be stupid together, and laugh together... So I, I ignored those wrong places, everything followed him..."

In this world, he is born with poisonous fire, no one dared to approach him, no one dared to talk to him, no one dared to be friends with him.

In another world, his body is too fragile, everyone is afraid of problems, afraid of responsibility, sympathetic to take care, but dare not get too close.

No one has ever asked him to watch movies, go shopping, go to Internet cafes, go to parties, sing, and play ball...

Occasionally encountering unknowingly wanting to approach, his low EQ quickly drove people away.

Slowly, he never looked forward to it anymore...

Yue Wuhuan felt that his clever tongue was knotting, and would only dryly repeat the comfort he just said: "You are not stupid."

"Don't worry, I won't say these sad words," Song Qingshi found that Yue Wuhuan seemed unhappy, and he smiled quickly, thought about it, and said embarrassedly, "Actually, I should have known it a long time ago. Where is someone like me? Would anyone be willing to be friends with me?"

His eyes were smiling hard and crooked, but there was a drop of tears that could not be stopped.

"Huh?" Song Qingshi found tears, some inexplicable, he continued to laugh while wiping, "It's okay, I'm not sad, not at all sad, don't worry..."

Suddenly, the voice stopped.

Sluggish, he finally understood the feeling in his heart.

However, this feeling is illogical, and he can't ask for it.

He is very strong, he is not afraid of pain, he will not cause trouble to others, he can solve everything on his own...

Song Qingshi lowered his head, not daring to let people see such cowardice.

"I'm sorry." Yue Wuhuan finally panicked. He stretched out his hand and held the crying person tightly into his arms. The low, depressed sob made his soul hurt, and countless tears fell on his newly changed shirt. Enter, wet and sad. He lowered his head and kept gently stroking the trembling back, trying to apologize, "I shouldn't make you sad."

Song Qingshi whispered: "You are right, the truth will not disappear because I pretend not to see it."

He will continue to be strong, but he can't control his emotions a bit now.

"Wuhuan, let me cry for a while, okay?"

"Well, I will be with you, always with you."

"Wuhuan, am I ridiculous?"

"No, you will never be ridiculous."

"..."

The dark clouds gradually dissipated, the rain slowly stopped, and the sun revealed his face again.

Review if you fail, start again if you fail...

If you are immersed in the sadness of failure, you will always miss the most beautiful scenery.

Song Qingshi spent a lot of time, finally stopped tears, stabilized his emotions, and stood up again.

The more Wuhuan looked at him worriedly.

"I'm fine," Song Qingshi was a little sad, but his voice was firm, "Since it is a mistake, I have to correct it. I don't have that kind of affection for An Long. I can't give him what he wants, and I can't forgive him for what he did, so... …I will never interact with him again."

The more Wuhuan became silent.

The true face of the evil wolf is revealed and will be expelled forever.

The Lord will stay away from danger, return to the Valley of the King of Medicine, and live a peaceful life.

He should be very happy, but why can't he laugh?

He even wanted to revise the plan, personally tore open the hard-woven cobweb...

The more Wuhuan said unconsciously: "I will treat you twice as good in the future, and I won't make you sad again."

Song Qingshi raised his head in surprise.

"I will accompany you to the festival, go shopping with you, accompany you on adventures, and do all kinds of interesting things." Yue Wuhuan has no idea what he is talking about. All these things are not in his schedule. It was wrong, but he couldn't control his heart, couldn't control his mouth, and made promises one after another, "I will accompany you to do everything you like, watch the clouds, read books, experiment, and travel. , Play, play tunes... you won't be lonely."

Song Qingshi stared at him blankly, suddenly his eyes were covered by the mist again, and he couldn't see clearly.

Yuan Ying had a terrible pain, but he didn't care.

Yue Wuhuan raised his head and gently wiped away his tears: "Don't be sad, you deserve the best."

He wanted to give him the most flawless gems, the most gorgeous flowers, the most perfect man.

He wants him to be happy, away from worries, and no more pain...

Song Qingshi couldn't help laughing. He touched his still somewhat swollen lips, and finally remembered the chaotic and crazy kiss last night, and fearing that he might misunderstand again, he cautiously asked: "You once said that you and An Long The heart for me is the same. If An Long is not a friend, how about you..."

The more Wuhuan was stunned...

He finally remembered his crazy and terrifying desires and the dirty thoughts of not being able to see people.

Song Qingshi asked seriously: "Wuhuan, are you a friend?"

The more Wuhuan was stiff.

The simple words, word by word, penetrated the line of defense in his heart.

He seemed to see his grave and heard the sound of the death knell.