Mistakenly Saving the Villain

It is only right to owe money to repay.

Song Qingshi didn't like to owe money, much less to owe life-saving money. He tried very hard to explain that he wanted the man who was suspected of Song Jincheng’s elders to understand that he was very credible and was definitely not a shameless person who would run away in arrears for medical expenses. Whether it was alchemy or going to secrets, whether it was part-time job or setting up a stall, he would make good money. Repay the debt!

He is not good at words, stumbling and expressing for a long time...

Mr. Yue's breath became deeper and deeper, and he could feel unhappy through the mask.

Song Qingshi was even more panicked. High-grade spirit stones are very expensive currency. If ordinary foundation-building cultivators don’t have adventures or special skills, they can earn dozens of them every year. Song Jincheng is a wealthy boy who doesn’t understand world affairs, so he can take out value. The precious pill of eight hundred spirit stones. Now the elders have come to the door, what should I do if he is a liar?

He remembered that there was no legal restriction in the world of immortality, and there was no reason for a liar to be killed.

"Don't panic." Although Song Jincheng was afraid of his uncle, his legs were weak, but when he saw Song Qing, he was panic and nervous, and he still spoke for the patient in a righteous manner. "Yaowanggu will not kill because he can't afford the treatment. , And the medicine is my own, no one will care about your medical expenses. Uncle Shi did not come for you, he came to arrest me..."

Mr. Yue finally turned his head and gave the scumbag a look: "Explain."

"This little brother I met in Minshan. It was raining and he was seriously injured." Song Jincheng knew that he couldn't escape punishment. He tried to avoid the most serious, show his kindness, lower the punishment, and keep his hair. "I diagnosed his injury accurately, took out the treasured Eight Treasure Heart Pill, and saved his life. Because his injury was too serious, it is not convenient for me to return to Yaowanggu... to stay here to take care of him. Uncle Shi, I just failed the exam, I was depressed, and when I came out for a walk, I encountered injuries that were inconvenient for long-distance movement. It was not truancy!"

After failing the exam, go for a "walk" with your luggage and savings. How many days do you not need to report the letter? Are you treating your elders as fools?

Be lenient with confession and strict with resistance. Lying will aggravate the punishment.

Starting from hearing the words "little brother", Mr. Yue's breath became even lower, with a bit of anger exploding soon.

Song Jincheng was at a loss and continued to struggle: "Uncle Shi, I was wrong."

Song Qingshi looked at him struggling to survive, feeling that the future is miserable, with some pity, and tried to divert the topic: "Jincheng, this is..."

Song Jincheng finally found out that he hadn’t introduced Uncle Master, so he quickly introduced Mr. Yue, aside from the strange hobby of raising mice, and praised him as much as possible, Gao Dexun, kind and loving, as the elder respected by everyone in Yaowanggu, hope For the sake of this bragging, Uncle Shi can hold his hand up to his junior...

Whether it is a modern medical professor or a pharmacist in the world of cultivating immortals, they are all beings of high mountains.

The more Song Qingshi listened, the more respect he became, and the younger generation saw the elders.

Mr. Yue couldn't bear it, and reprimanded Song Jincheng: "Shut up!"

He was worried that if he listened any more, he could not restrain his anger, and slaughtered the younger Qingluan who had agreed to take care of him for eight yuan, and hung it on the top of the immortal.

Song Jincheng didn't know what he said wrong, so he shut up because of grievance.

Mr. Yue found out that Song Qingshi wanted to get out of bed to salute. He didn't care about the fool. He hurried forward with a stride, firmly supported his body, stopped the messy behavior, took a deep breath, and said softly: "You don't need to be polite. Let me see the injury for you."

Song Qingshi found that his voice was gorgeous, and when it was gentle, it had a sultry taste that was indescribable. It itched people's hearts. He felt like he had heard it for a long time, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't remember it.

Seeing him in a daze, Mr. Yue smiled, and pretended to use divine minds to examine his body.

Although he was mentally prepared, he saw that Song Qingshi’s dantian was empty, Yuan Ying disappeared, bones were broken in many parts of his body, large and small traumas were not counted... Still the heartache was so painful that he couldn’t help but hate that he could not find the way of heaven. System these two rubbish, cut them all at once.

The only luck is that Song Qingshi's body is still the same, whether it is the qualifications or the double fire in the body, he can use various methods to pile up the cultivation base for him in the future.

Song Qingshi’s treatment methods are perfect, but he lacks medicines, he recovers relatively slowly, and he needs to suffer for many days...

Mr. Yue took out a small porcelain bottle from the mustard bag, poured out pills and put them into his mouth. Song Qingshi was unprepared, the tip of his tongue slid across the opponent's fingertips, he noticed something was wrong, and before he could refuse, the medicine melted between his lips and tongue, and then fell into his throat. This is a ten-turn golden marrow pill, which is the best treatment for trauma. The magical medicine to speed up wound healing, but as long as there is a breath, it can be rescued.

Although he could refine this kind of spirit pill, the raw materials needed the inner pill of the Golden Crow Beast. This kind of spirit beast is scarce in number, has a ferocious temperament, and is extremely difficult to hunt. Moreover, the medicine refining technique is very cumbersome and takes many days.

At the auction, the inner alchemy of the Golden Crow Beast seemed to be more than ten thousand spiritual stones? The price of auxiliary materials is about a few thousand spirit stones? In addition to labor costs... So, he swallowed 20,000 spiritual stones in one bite to treat wounds that would slowly heal after lying down for a few days?

The physical injury began to recover, proving that the Tenth Rank Golden Marrow Pill was a genuine thing.

Song Qingshi realized that his debt had increased to more than 20,000, and he was shocked. He pulled Mr. Yue by the corner of his clothes and didn't know what to say. Suddenly, there were so many debts, and he probably couldn't pay off after selling himself. He stumbled and said: "I am really poor now. It takes time to earn spiritual stones slowly..."

The Nine Turns Blood Lotus Pill, the quintessence of spirits, and many other medicines, which is not more valuable than this small pill?

Back then, when he paid for himself, how could he hesitate?

"Don't be afraid, these are all yours." Mr. Yue looked at Song Qingshi's panic and wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh. His heart was full of bitterness. This person once had everything, but gave everything to himself. He didn't leave a single cent... He concealed the sadness in his eyes, and said softly, "I will give you what you want."

One hundred times, one thousand times, ten thousand times for you.

"You are so kind to me, do we know?" Song Qingshi felt a familiar aura again. He thought that he was the one who gave himself pocket money. Then he thought about the discussions with Song Jincheng these days and felt that this person is not his own relatives. Dad, he doesn't look like relatives either. So he boldly speculated, "Are you my godfather?"

Mr. Yue: "???"

Song Jincheng was shocked: "Uncle Shi, is he your godson?"

He just hid next to peeking and felt something was wrong. Uncle Shi was unsmiling, and he had never been gentle with people. Now he is considerate to this boy in every way. Obviously the relationship between the two is not right. In addition to giving money, giving medicine and taking medicine... My uncle came here not to catch him, but to find his godson in trouble?

He saved Master Uncle’s godson. He should be able to lighten his hair and keep his hair.

Song Jincheng feels like he can still go too far!

Mr. Yue turned his head again, took a cold look at him, quickly understood the problem, and more and more wanted to kill the fool. However, now Song Qing only has the foundation and cultivation base, and there is no way to control the Yaowanggu, which has become a behemoth. If the Yaowang Xianzun retreat is hurriedly announced, it will bring unnecessary danger and trouble. It is best to wait for him to return to the Yuan Dynasty. Ying, return Yaowanggu to him.

He didn't want Song Qingshi to think about things related to Yue Wuhuan anymore, so he needed to find individual reasons to give things and gifts, including spirit stones, medicinal materials, magic weapons...and the Immortal Summit and himself.

Godfather is a kind of irritating name, he only wants to call out when playing games in happy things, and he doesn't want to really become a messy elder...

Fortunately, this is just an incarnation, which can be discarded at any time.

Use it up and look for a chance to waste...

Mr. Yue thought and thought, still very uncomfortable, and it is not easy to teach this waste in front of Song Qingshi. So he put on his black gloves, walked over, grabbed Song Jincheng by the neckline, then opened the window and threw him out, ordering: "Go to the East City Drugstore and buy two catties each of tiger bones, dan grass, and green spider pills! Go to the West Market Rune Shop to buy three fire talismans! Go to Minshan to get five catties of Junxin Spring water! Go to the inexplicable lake to pick four or two lotus stamens! Get out!

Song Jincheng was smashed inexplicably, with a gray head and face, and his whole body was in pain. He heard the command of the uncle master. Seeing that it was not early, lest he acted too slowly and he would be punished more quickly, he quickly got up and rushed to find the items as fast as he could.

The noisy guy is gone, and the world finally becomes quiet.

Mr. Yue looked at Song Qingshi's eyes full of admiration, and once again felt a chest tightness he hadn't had in thousands of years. He quickly thought about it, and explained: "It's not an unreasonable formality. I and you are old acquaintances, not elders."

Song Qingshi was perplexed: "Forgetting to pay in new year?"

"Deeper friendship," Mr. Yue sighed, feeling that this name is better than messy, so he didn't deny it, and then asked, "Did you have memory problems when you cleared?"

Song Qingshi hurriedly climbed the ladder: "I seem to have forgotten a lot of things, including acquaintances with you, can you tell me?"

"I'm sorry, I've been in Yaowanggu for many years in retreat, and I'm not sure what happened to you. You have just taken the ten-turn golden marrow spirit pill. When the effect of the medicine is exerted, it will cause poor spirits. It is best to sleep," Mr. Yue He smiled regretfully, took out the sweet dream incense to light it, and asked casually, "By the way, can you tell me, what have you forgotten?"

Tianmengxiang is harmless to the body and a good thing to calm the nerves. Song Qingshi felt that some other formulas were added to the sweet dream fragrance that Mr. Yue took out, which made his mind a little unconscious and drowsy. He dazedly said the results of his analysis and judgment these days, and then disappeared. Transit and system things.

He said a lot, said it for a long time, and finally did not know what he said.

In a daze, he heard Mr. Yue talking in his ear, his voice was very soft, as if in a dream: "Do you have a new mission?"

Song Qingshi told the truth like being hypnotized: "Yes."

What task seems to be asked later? But he himself didn't understand what that task was, so he thought about the answer carefully for a long time...

In the end, he had no time to answer, completely lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing him asleep, Mr. Yue took off the silver mask on his face, revealing a beautiful face. Then he approached slowly, and gently stroked that face that was thinking about it, trying to hold it in his arms, but was afraid of getting hurt. He is not willing to use any medicine or method that hurts the body, so he can only try to hypnotize some truths by simple way of dreaming.

Although Song Qingshi would not disclose the details, it is enough...

This is the answer he expected.

Mr. Yue opened his clothes gently to check the injury, but found a familiar hickey on his chest that had not completely disappeared... Song Qingshi’s body was easy to leave traces in affairs, and he could not help but deliberately force him The last marks will be eliminated in a few days.

Now, the faint, hickey position on his body that has not yet completely faded is exactly the same as the night before he left him.

He did not do salvation tasks for others, and did not like others.

He did not suffer from three thousand years of thinking. After disappearing, he soon returned to this world...

A drop of water fell on the faint hickey.

Can't tell if it is happiness or pain.

He had been waiting for too long, and he didn't know how to express this complicated and profound feeling for so long.

"I hate you." He lowered his head, kissed his long-missing lips, licked his sweet taste, and repeated, "I hate you, I hate you..."

He raised his head, his face already covered with tears.

"But, when you come back, I forgive everything."