Mistakenly Saving the Villain

"Wuhuan, I like you."

"Wuhuan, I like you."

"Wuhuan, I like you."

Song Qingshi hated that he didn't like poems, nor did he prepare a romantic proposal line. At this important moment of expressing his heart, he actually repeated boring and boring words like a repeater. If it were to leave another world with a big information explosion, he would not be wronged if he was dumped a hundred times by the goddess.

Yue Wuhuan listened to the voice that he didn't dare to think of in his dream, and the various happy scenes in the illusion appeared in front of him again.

The young man once said this when he watched him practicing swords in the rain all over the sky.

The boy used to cook with him in the backyard kitchen and said this.

The young man once said this when he accompanied him on adventures in the mysterious cave.

The boy had lay under him and said this over and over again.

His clear eyes were all filled with his figure.

Only he...

Who is the boy in front of you? Is it a young man who lives alone in the mountains? Is it Yaowang Xianzun from Yaowanggu?

They are all Song Qingshi, they are the people they like...

I can't distinguish between illusion and reality anymore, turning in my mind again and again, his feelings are gradually relaxed, and he doesn't want to control this sweet taste, he really wants to drown at this moment and preserve the good feeling forever.

However, Song Qingshi hugged his waist tightly, he couldn't sink, he couldn't die...

The more Wuhuan's breathing became confused, he tightly covered his face with his hands, and his sweet words were like a sharp blade, cutting his heart open, digging out the crazy and paranoid emotions inside, so that he could no longer hide his true face.

Song Qingshi still insisted: "Wuhuan, I like you."

The more Wuhuan’s laughter gradually leaked from the fingers, horrified and suppressed.

He slowly raised his head, stared at the person in front of him, and gradually approached, stopped on his lips, and gasped: "Qing Shi, I am not as good as you think. Everyone says I am a lunatic."

Song Qingshi stopped confessing and replied, "I know."

"You don't know," the more Wuhuan's voice became more chaotic, "because I myself don't understand why my emotions are different from others, I want to monopolize you, imprisoned in Medicine King Valley, forbid you to contact the outside world, I want all People, all things follow their own minds, I want to destroy all the things that I don’t like in the world, and change the world to what I like... Qing Luan said this is wrong, everyone said me It's wrong, but I can't feel anything wrong, maybe it's really crazy. Qing Shi, you can't be a madman, I might hurt you without knowing it..."

Song Qingshi calmly said: "You are not crazy, you are just sick."

"Sick?" Yue Wuhuan was stunned. He thought for a while, and he hurriedly resisted, "No, I am not sick. I don't feel uncomfortable. Whether it is cultivation or doing things, I have done a good job..."

Song Qingshi gently placed his palm on his chest and said gently: "Wuhuan, your heart is sick."

Yue Wuhuan covered his hands with his hands, bowed his head and asked, "My heart?"

The heartbeat is speeding up, and the body is hot, as if calling for something.

Song Qingshi raised his head: "Does it hurt every day?"

Yue Wuhuan watched him for a long time, and finally nodded: "It hurts."

Song Qingshi took him into his arms, patted him, and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you in pain."

In this gentle embrace, Yue Wuhuan finally released all his defenses, revealing fragility and pain, and whimpered: "When I am clear, I will treat it well. Whether I take medicine or acupuncture, I'm very good... You Don't give up on me, okay?"

The string he used to maintain his sanity was the countless finest spider silks, which would break at any time and be completely destroyed.

He needs new pillars to support himself.

Song Qingshi said without hesitation: "I will never give up."

Yue Wuhuan asked softly: "What do I need to do?"

"The treatment needs to be tried many times. It may fail, be painful, and despair," Song Qingshi held his face, looked at his eyes, and pleaded with all his strength, "No matter what the situation, please don't give up, okay? As long as you persist, even if it is desperate, luck will come."

Yue Wuhuan asked: "Lucky?"

He remembered the Blood King Vine again, and remembered the lucky chance of Immortal Summit.

Song Qingshi felt a little bit in his heart, knowing that he could not go any further.

He believes that the smarter Wuhuan is, he will want to understand at that time.

...

Song Qingshi was very happy, and the person he liked finally agreed to his marriage proposal.

The more Wuhuan became very entangled afterwards. He has a strong personality and feels that everything is done by himself when proposing marriage. However, Song Qingshi seems to have a soft temper, but he is very stubborn, especially when he looks for things, he is indomitable and does not stop until he reaches his goal... , He felt that Song Qingshi had a strange understanding of the relationship between men, and tentatively asked the people on the Blood King Vine on the bed.

Song Qingshi recovered from the trance, slowed his breath, and spent a lot of time trying to make Yue Wuhuan understand the current situation.

He understands what Tanmei is: Domineering is offensive, beautiful is receiving, offensive is responsible for favoring.

The same is true in the scriptures of Xiu Xianjie, the strong side will dominate the weak side.

He is a dignified monk Yuan Ying, domineering boss! The more joyless the country and the city, the world is unparalleled! Moreover, he lives a simple life, doesn't like dressing up at all, works prudent and reliable, likes to take care of people, of course it is offensive. The less glamorous and flamboyant, the temperament and taste, the body has various problems, which need to be taken care of carefully, of course it is suffering.

Although there are some discrepancies between the details of the two people's work and the script, the main reason is that he is distressed by the psychological shadow of the more Wuhuan, and he has been a bearer, but he has worked hard to pet the more Wuhuan and make him happy.

Song Qingshi felt that he was a good offensive.

Yue Wuhuan immediately understood where the mistake was and wanted to correct it, but looking at the traces of Song Qingshi's whole body and cute appearance, he immediately swallowed all the words in his stomach. Anyway, he doesn't have a reputation in this area, and he has enough advantage on the bedclothes, so he should take good care of his self-esteem.

The two harmoniously determined the "attack and receiver" relationship.

Yue Wuhuan no longer refuses to take medicine and treatment, he is obedient, and once again restored the appearance of a good patient when he first entered the valley.

Song Qingshi's treatment was much smoother. He tried various decoctions to stabilize mood and help sleep every day. He found that after the more unhappy desires were vented, the nightmares at night were greatly reduced and he slept more peacefully. He couldn't find medical examples in this regard, and could only be classified as behavioral therapy in psychology.

He will work hard to do anything that is effective for Yue Wuhuan's condition, including climbing the bed every day.

His attitude towards this kind of thing is extremely magnanimous, there is no messy evil thoughts, and he regards it as a normal physiological need.

The more Wuhuan was affected by his attitude, his psychological burden became smaller and smaller, and he gradually let go of his instincts, playing more and more crazy.

Song Qingshi felt pretty good.

Yue Wuhuan helped make a lot of cultivation pills and powerful painkillers. He couldn't bear the pain of Song Qingshi's Yuan Ying every day. He suggested that he ruin the Dao in advance and leave the rest to him. He used to guard Song Qingshi when he was unconscious. Through the Medicine King Valley, familiar with the door and familiar roads, he can be responsible for the refining of the medicine king, using the poisonous fog array and the agency to block the medicine king valley, helping Song Qingshi concentrate on cultivation, reshaping the golden pill as soon as possible, and getting rid of the predicament.

"You can retreat," Yue Wuhuan persuaded, "I have no problem alone."

Song Qingshi smiled and said, "Don't worry, there are still many things to deal with."

The more Wuhuan insisted: "I'll deal with it."

"Don't panic," Song Qingshi thought for a while and begged, "Wuhuan, can you help me make some more poison puppets? Install all the poisons and mechanisms that can be used, the more powerful the better. I still want Defensive Talisman, Attack Talisman, Seal Talisman... In addition, I also want a batch of ordinary black death butterflies, the more the better. I also want to customize a new vestment in Tiangong Pavilion, the price does not matter, the most Okay, make up for my weakness in close combat."

The more Wuhuan hesitated.

Song Qingshi quickly explained: "I don't want to be bullied."

Although his cultivation base has fallen to the elementary level of the Nascent Soul, the strength of the immortal world can be cultivated by no means a simple division, otherwise everyone does not need to fight, and directly put the cultivation base, whoever is higher will win, wouldn't it be better? He came out to walk during the foundation building period and encountered countless dangers. If he had pinned his life on his cultivation level, he would have died a hundred times long ago.

He is a casual cultivator, has no rules, strange tricks, poisonous talisman formation, learns everything, does everything...

He has thoroughly studied every kind of poison in "Nie's Poison Scripture", and he is proficient in every aspect of the organ talisman.

Who developed the poison puppet? Who designed the poisonous fog array?

Armed to the teeth, who can bully him?

Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, and understood: "Bihailou sold a Lingyin Biyue clothing a while ago, a rare top quality, I will take it down at any cost, and then send it to Tiangong Pavilion for modification, and other methods. If there is a suitable device, I will also purchase it for you, and let Yeyuge send me a batch of corpses without disputes, and make them into a poisoned puppet. The Talisman can make Chilongzong expeditiously produce a batch, and the Yanyuan Xianjun owes it. Yaowanggu Renqing, you have to use some of the ability to repay the debt, right? I have a lot of stock in the black death butterfly, and I will give it to you later."

Song Qingshi was extremely satisfied.

He patted his chest and promised: "I will make the new black death butterfly and give it to you as an engagement gift!"

Yue Wuhuan hesitated for a moment, and uncomfortably took out the necklace of Phoenix blood. The soul formation on the necklace had already been completed. He wanted to secretly hang it on Song Qingshi's neck and lock him into his own forever. Now he is facing his own psychological problems, suspecting that this is a pathological approach, and he hasn't started yet.

He decided to ask Song Qingshi’s opinion: "Phoenix blood is helpful for cultivation. I want to give you a gift. There is a soul mark on the gemstone. I don’t know if there is any problem. If it is not suitable, I will remove it and change it to... "

The more Wuhuan stopped speaking reluctantly, he didn't want to make any changes.

The Blood King Vine was wrapped around Song Qingshi's feet, shaking gently.

He was a little scared...If you don't tie Song Qingshi well and take care of him, happiness will disappear.

He also doesn’t want to have only this life. He hopes that Song Qingshi’s next life, and the next life, will belong to him. When that happens, he will be together cleanly, no more madness, no more pain, pampering, loving, just Like in the illusion, there is no mess.

As long as the Phoenix blood is not destroyed, he can find someone by his soul mark.

"The design is very complicated and uses a lot of precious materials? A genius work," Song Qingshi admired the formation for a while, put it on happily, and put it in his clothes, "Thank you, I like it very much."

The more Wuhuan heaved a sigh of relief, this matter is not sick.

It is a pity for him that the Phoenix blood was also given to him by Song Qingshi. It was not sincere enough to use it as an engagement gift. It was a bit annoying that in the past ten years, he devoted himself to medicinal materials and did not pay attention to the good-looking things. The gems he collected looked sad in front of the Phoenix blood. , Can't send it out.

Yaowanggu’s money was from Song Qingshi, he was just escrow, and it was not appropriate to buy gifts...

The more unhappy the more you think, the more entangled.

Song Qingshi understood his intentions and suggested with a smile: "Aren't you about to cultivate special mice? I like that."

The more Wuhuan hesitatingly asked: "Do you want a white mouse as an engagement gift?"

Song Qingshi was extremely happy: "Hmm!"

Yue Wuhuan's ears were reddish, and he lowered his head and said, "I will raise it with my heart. When I raise the special mice, I will just...How about the **** couple?"

Song Qingshi smiled and said, "Okay!"