Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi frantically devoted himself to the study of the Black Death Butterfly. He had to go back to the bedroom until midnight and only slept for an hour or two. The less Huan worry about his Nasal Infant pain, temporarily put aside other things, concentrate on completing the content he commissioned, keep making poison puppets and various poisons, and prepare for various arrangements after retreat.

The two had been crazy busy for many days.

Yue Wuhuan finally received the Lingyin Biyue Yi which was urgently remodeled by Tiangong Pavilion and sent it to Song Qingshi.

This high-end vestment cost a full 1.8 million high-grade spirit stones, made of gold silk mixed moon spider thread, fire resistance, water resistance, invulnerability, stealth function, and a lot of magic weapons and defensive arrays. The vestments themselves are also very beautiful, with gold silk faintly swimming in the ice-colored silk yarn, which has no shortcomings except expensive.

Song Qingshi immediately put on his vestments, familiar with various functions, and was extremely satisfied.

Yue Wuhuan’s poison puppet and black death butterfly, he also put in the mustard bag, hesitated for a long time and asked, "What's going on in Xilin?"

During this time, in order to avoid stimulating the more unhappy emotions, he deliberately did not ask the outside world. But there are some things that everyone knows well and need to be faced. Yue Wuhuan injured An Long, and to reveal the true face of the half-devil, he must be alert to the reaction of the lunatics at the Wan Gu Sect.

Yue Wuhuan said: "Anlong's half-devil status has been exposed, and he has not returned to Xilin for a long time. Myriad Gu Sect dismissed him as the sect master and fell into chaos. The elders divided into several factions and killed each other."

When An Long left, he couldn't control the blood in his body, and his true colors leaked out.

Xiuxianjie was furious at this and issued an order to kill him, but no one found his whereabouts.

Yue Wuhuan was not at ease. While hiding the truth from Song Qing, Anonymous issued a million rewards in Yeyu Pavilion and various killer organizations, seeking out masters from all sides and taking his life.

An Long has changed from a lofty ancestor of the primordial infant to a falling water dog that everyone shouts. He can’t mobilize Xilin’s power and resources, and greatly reduces the threat to Yaowanggu. Even if he is still alive, he re-arranged the poisonous fog array and The agency, coupled with the quiet fire of Song Qingshi, can prevent invasion, and no matter how bad it is, there is a safe way to escape.

Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, then said, "Xilin is too chaotic, and the latest intelligence has been cut off."

Song Qingshi immediately asked: "When did it break?"

Yue Wuhuan said: "Eight days ago."

Song Qingshi paused when he heard the words, and smiled casually: "You pay attention to the information, I will continue to the research room."

Yue Wuhuan looked at his back, feeling vaguely disturbed.

...

There was thunder in the sky, roaring angrily, and the heavy rain was about to pour down.

Song Qingshi made the last petri dish, walked to the window, looked at the gloomy sky, stretched out his palm, and a little golden light appeared. The golden light of merit brought by these torn scrolls, although the amount is very small, is not related to him. His soul blended into one body, like a part of the body, not only allowing him to see the phoenix, but also secretly allowing him to see part of the secret.

Scientists need reason and evidence.

He has been thinking for many days, and some things are still questioning, such as the true identity of the first teacher, the mysterious mission of the system, the meaning behind the secret, and the ending...

What is certain is that the more Wuhuan is the phoenix in the dream, the coincidences that happened to him are not real coincidences. Tiandao hates him for some reason, but he cannot give death directly, so he modified the difficulty of crossing the catastrophe, constantly playing with his fate, destroying happiness, making him like that phoenix kite, tainting feathers, unable to spread his wings, and falling into despair step by step. , Became a lunatic, and then walked on the road to destruction.

Time is tight, and every day I feel that an unknown crisis is approaching.

He can't say, otherwise he will be detected by Heaven, and he will be forcibly obliterated, and then the trajectory of his fate will be modified to allow tragedy to come early.

The study of the black death butterfly, the hint of the blood king vine, he quietly sowed one small seed after another...

He has to do everything he can in exchange for hope for the future.

Xilin's intelligence was broken, and he immediately realized that the butcher knife of fate was coming.

...

There are rotting corpses and bloodstains everywhere in the Wan Gu Sect, and the poison of Gu worms has long been out of control, and they are wandering around.

The ugly half-devil crawled through the corpse, covered with black scales, the barbs on his back were stained with blood, and the long scorpion tail frantically tore at the corpse fragments on the ground. There was no reason, no emotion, only killing. In order to relieve the desire and pain in the heart. He was panting, neighing, and struggling frantically. After everything was destroyed, the blood in one of his eyes gradually faded. He regained some human sanity, realized what terrible things he had done, and wanted to resist. , But the voices in his mind continued to emerge, dragging him to a deeper killing whirlpool.

"His ruthless heart has been ruined."

"He is about to form a couple."

"The hearts you can't get, the people you can't get, all belong to others."

"Position, dignity, feelings...you have nothing left."

"Destroy, destroy everything that makes you painful."

"..."

"Shut up, Ruthless Dao will not be destroyed," An Long clutched his head frantically, trying to get the voice out, "You are not my illusion, these things you said... I don't even know! I don’t want to know!” This nightmare voice, like a bone gangrene, described to him in detail what happened in the Medicine King Valley every day, talking about the affection he didn’t want to listen to, and instigating bloodthirsty desires, everything let everything. He was suffering, uncomfortable, and his brain became more and more confused and more and more crazy.

The feelings of killing and destruction became stronger and stronger, and eventually exceeded the tolerance of the lock-in love and destroyed it.

After the Gu worm dies, it eats itself back.

The emotions that had been absorbed by the locked emotion all rushed back, and fiercely tore the only loophole in his heart, expanding and expanding, constantly stimulating the magic blood in his body, causing him to lose control and become not his own. Everyone looked at his body with fear and disgust, calling him "monster". Such a name made him more angry and crazy, and then he was dominated by demonic blood and lost human consciousness. When he woke up, his hands were stained with blood, and there was no one living in front of him.

"I am not a monster."

His body became more and more horrible, his calm reason was losing, and his awake time was getting shorter and shorter. The weird voice that claimed to be destiny was still depriving him of human emotions, trying to reduce him to a monster, falling into the dark world, and becoming a controlled chess piece.

He has nowhere to escape...

"You don't need pity, no feelings. You are born to be a weapon of killing. Battlefield and blood are your favorites."

"You know the only way to get rid of pain."

"Go, kill them and destroy the root of the inner demon."

"Go, this is your destiny."

...

It was late at night, and Yue Wuhuan made poison puppets in his exclusive research room. He wanted to try to improve, install more killing organs on it, and make poison puppets become the most terrifying puppet magic weapon in the world of cultivation. Become a terrifying forbidden place that no one dares to set foot in. The more he pondered, the more interesting he became, and his inspiration continued...

Suddenly, the door of the research room opened.

Song Qing rushed in excitedly: "Wuhuan, I succeeded!"

Yue Wu laughed and asked, "Is it a black death butterfly?"

Song Qingshi gave him the crystal petri dish in his hand, inside it was lying quietly a red chrysalis, like a small flame, with a slight burning sensation.

The black death butterfly in the past should be a black pupa.

Yue Wuhuan took the small flame in the crystal box and sighed: "It has become so beautiful."

"When released, it will turn into a red butterfly like a flame, or spread paralyzed and lethal scale powder indiscriminately, or attack a marked creature. If you directly attack, all toxins will be injected into the blood, controlling the nerves instantly and spreading to Throughout the whole body, I am sure that the toxin is eight times more effective than before. Based on the data, it should be effective for most of the distracted monks, but unfortunately there is a lack of test products." Song Qingshi grinned sadly, "There is no way to catch a distracted monk and come back to test the medicine. ."

Yue Wu Huan laughed and said: "There will always be a test product. I feel that it can no longer be called the Black Death Butterfly. It is better to change the name and distinguish it from the original one."

"The name is Nirvana," Song Qingshi looked at him and quickly said, "It is a butterfly born in raging fire and pain. You can use it to kill those things that have hurt you, no matter what..."

"Nirvana?" Yue Wuhuan recalled the word repeatedly, always feeling like it. He hoped to use this butterfly of vengeance to burn those despicable and shameless beasts, "Destroy all to be reborn."

Recently, he tried to say what he said in his heart, and judged that those were pathological. Fortunately, Song Qingshi approved or tolerated most of his thoughts, including his strong desire to control feelings, and the craziness and desire between the beds, which were also regarded as normal hobbies, not abnormal.

This made the boulder in his heart lighter.

"Not everyone in this world deserves to die," Song Qingshi suggested to modify his idea of ​​killing people. "I hope you can draw a line in your heart. The standard can be set by yourself, but after you set it, don't change it at will."

The more Wuhuan is not very understanding.

Song Qingshi asked: "Does Qingluan deserve to die? Should Minghong die? Should you die year after year? Should you die? Should the girl with the surname Lan, who has read the script, die? Xianjun Ye Lin knows the picture album, should she die?"

The more Wuhuan became entangled, he felt that many people had a place to take their deaths. He didn't know if they should kill them, but Qing Shi didn't seem to like them, or could they not kill them?

Song Qingshi asked: "Yaowanggu studies all kinds of pill medicine. If you kill all the people, where should these studies be used?"

"Qing Shi is getting more and more joking," Yue Wuhuan couldn't help but smile, "I just think about it, where can I kill the people of the world?"

Song Qingshi was very persistent: "Promise me, even if it is a sea of ​​blood, I will leave a little tolerance, so that people who are not so damned can survive and change the world..."

He didn't finish the latter words for some reason.

The more Wuhuan answered casually: "Okay, it's all up to you."

Song Qingshi seemed very happy and did a lot of happier things with him.

Now, Yue Wuhuan looked at the Nirvana Red Butterfly in his hand and realized that Song Qingshi was serious. He agreed with his heart of killing and wanted to kill the bad guys and destroy all the sins. His heart was a little sweet.

It's a pity that these things can't be rushed. First, wait for Song Qingshi's Yuan Ying to finish repairing, break through the meridian confinement, form a golden pill, and then slowly plan, look for opportunities to get rid of those disgusting guys.

Song Qingshi smiled and said: "This is the first Nirvana butterfly I made. I hope it can protect you... from all dangers."

Yue Wuhuan asked: "What about you?"

Song Qingshi patted his beautiful vestments: "I have this."

Suddenly, the sound transmission bird flew and brought a letter from Xianjun Ye Lin. Song Qingshi opened the letter and glanced at it. His expression gradually became serious. He handed the letter to Yue Wuhuan: "Huangquan Epiphany is about to bloom. I need this medicinal material. "

The news of Yaowanggu's long-term acquisition of various medicinal materials has a good reputation, and Yeyuge has similar information and sold them directly to him.

Huangquan Epiphyllum is a flower that blooms every fifty years. It only blooms in the Netherworld. It will wither two hours after blooming. It must be collected and refined on the spot to make medicinal materials. However, the secret realm of the Netherworld has an enchantment, and it requires a monk above the golden core to enter. There are not many alchemists with such a cultivation level, so the risk of collecting this flower is not high.

Yue Wuhuan remembered that the pill made by Huangquan Tanhua was very helpful to Song Qingshi’s Yuan Ying’s injury. He should support the picking of the medicine. However, he could not enter the Nether Secret Realm... Thinking that Song Qing would leave himself, he was anxious, always worried about losing This hard-won happiness.

Song Qingshi calmly said: "Wuhuan, I will be back."

His voice was firm, which brought endless comfort.

Yue Wuhuan asked softly: "I want to lock you up, am I...pathological?"

Song Qingshi did not answer.

Yue Wuhuan understood, closed his eyes, and controlled his breathing and emotions: "Go ahead."

"Trust me," Song Qingshi stood up on tiptoe, kissed his lips, and promised earnestly, "No matter what happens, I will come back. You have to wait for me and wait for me to come back to be a couple with you."

Yue Wuhuan nodded softly: "Okay."

Song Qingshi urged: "Wuhuan, after I leave, you must continue to study, no matter how difficult it is, you must also find the right answer."

Yue Wuhuan felt as if he wanted to emphasize something: "The correct answer?"

Song Qingshi laughed and played with his blood king vine.

The Yuan Ying in the pubic area is well controlled by the medicine, leaving room for effort.

He must hurry up and arrange his final destiny.

...

Darkness is everywhere in the Nether Secret Realm, only the little fireflies in the forest bring light.

An Long raised his head and looked at the white-clothed boy on the tree. He tried hard to resist the crazy killing sound in his mind, and asked in pain, "Why are you here?"

These days, he kept wandering around in his sobriety and loss of control, and was finally controlled by the devil. He grabbed the wife and daughter of Xianjun Ye Lin and forced Xianjun Ye Lin to write the letter, deceiving Song Qingshi to come out.

After he was sober, he noticed that Xianjun Ye Lin had left a flaw in his letter. The last time Huang Quan's Epiphany bloomed was forty-eight years ago. Song Qingshi couldn't remember this kind of thing wrong, and he would surely be able to guess the trap inside.

Anlong forcibly ignored the flaws.

The voice in his mind kept screaming, trying to regain control of his body, so that the tragedy that had happened before will come again.

He didn't know how long he could hold on.

"You fool, do you still want to die?!" The scales on An Long's body are constantly emerging and disappearing, and the sharp claws of his fingertips are constantly extending and retracting. He wants to kill the source of the pain in front of him. Unable to control himself, he scolded, "Go away! Don't show up in front of me!"

Song Qingshi looked at him quietly, without any expression on his face:

"It's no longer a friend, so there is no need to be merciful."

"This time, I'm here to kill you."