Mistakenly Saving the Villain

How should a cute girl play?

The **** of the immortal summit encountered an unprecedented difficult problem. After thinking about it for a long time, he ordered Kong Muhua to see him.

Kong Muhua is a wonderful flower on the top of the immortal... It is obviously a male peacock demon, the forward general on the battlefield, the magic weapon is two giant axes, killing people like hemp. Behind him, he feels that the men’s dresses and jewellery are not gorgeous enough. He likes to dress up as Jiao'e. He is beautiful, with autumnal eyes and graceful figure. He walks like a weak willow and helps the wind. In this state, I like to compare beauty with others the most in my life. I am good at leaning on the beautiful, acting like a coquettish and selling idiots, so few people know that it is a man.

He ranks at the top of the list of dream lovers among male cultivators in the world of cultivating immortals, and the top of the list of foxes that female cultivators most want to kill.

Now, Kong Muhua was suddenly summoned by the god, a little nervous, wondering if he did something wrong.

Shenjun dismissed the crowd and walked up to him. From hair accessories to clothing, from figure to hands and feet, he carefully looked at it. He even studied the hairstyle he combed, the eyebrows he painted, and listened to his voice. Ordered him to walk a few steps, smiled... Finally, he asked him what the woman liked.

Kong Muhua's entire peacock was stunned.

He felt that the immortal summit was about to welcome the mistress.

Shenjun's aesthetics is very good, his vision is harsh, how perfect is the beauty that he can admire?

Kong Muhua wanted to cry very much. He consciously couldn't compare to the beauty of the gods, so he changed into women's clothing and found a new way to win surprisingly. Now his beauty is about to lose to the queen... He feels that the peacock career is gloomy and the screen is boring. The beautiful man asked for comfort, rolled on the bed, and forced a marriage by the way, such as Bai Xianzun...

It's time to give up everyone's illusions about the gods.

Maybe, Bai Xianzun will agree to form a couple with him?

Kong Muhua thought of this, put away his frustration, and ran happily to inform the news.

...

Indus Terrace, heavy bead curtain.

The gods took off the snow feather cloak, took a careful bath, walked to the mirror, and scrutinized his appearance harshly. The monks in the distracted period can adjust their body shape and appearance. It is not difficult to disguise, but how to disguise properly is difficult. That person's mind.

He thought for a while and directly changed his appearance to fourteen years old. At that time, he was just right, his appearance was indistinguishable, his waist was slender, and he was less than a grip. As long as he adjusted his shoulders to be thinner, the skeleton of his hands and feet was slightly reduced, and his cultivation was suppressed The foundation period is the posture of a weak and beautiful woman.

He thought about the common characteristics of the task objects in Zhao Ye's memory, and then thought about Kong Muhua's seamless women's style, adjusting the details, hiding the Adam's apple, and then removing the edges and corners of the eyebrows, turning the bright and fiery publicity into gentleness as water. His temperament is only the teary mole at the corner of his eye, which can't be concealed, and the secular romance that can't be concealed.

He thought for a long time and gave up tossing the mole.

Although most of the system tasks are pure and innocent beauties, he knows that Song Qingshi likes showy style, so he can't lose all of Yue Wuhuan's temperament... He tried to smile in the mirror and let the dignified phoenix eyes The brilliance of desire is re-circulated, blooming only for one person.

The charming color inadvertently brought out by the pure breath, and the occasional rash behavior when holy and deserted, is the thing that can drag a man into the abyss. Just like those things Song Qingshi did to him on the bed, it was absolutely delicious.

Even if the amnesia comes back, the agreement must be fulfilled.

Song Qingshi proposed to marry him, and he also agreed, and the two were unconfirmed Taoist couples, and there was no room for regret.

Although he would not force the other party to do these things, he did not intend to do anything honest to the person with amnesia. He would use all the methods he should use.

He didn't want to think about those methods as crazy and pathological, and his feelings had already been out of control.

Song Qingshi once said in his treatment that desire is not a thing of shame, and there is no need to suppress the body's instincts, let it out, and help recovery.

I hope he can do what he says and do his best to treat himself well.

...

When Mr. Yue took care of Song Qing intricately, he stood by his side every day, staying on his feet, and fed countless panacea.

Song Qingshi’s wounds healed quickly, but his sleeping posture was not good. Every morning, he found himself lying on Mr. Yue’s leg. His mouth was a little swollen and his skin was broken. He drank two doses of decoction to clear away the heat and reduce the fire, but no effect , Probably because of the dry climate and weak physique.

Mr. Yue thinks that the soup medicine is too bitter, so let him drink more honey, it will be more delicious.

Song Qingshi was very grateful and praised him as a good man every day.

In his eyes, Song Jincheng felt that the two could not be a pure year-end relationship. His father would not be so gentle and caring to take care of him who was sick, and he would not give him as much as his pocket money! So... Song Qingshi must be the illegitimate son of Uncle Shi! It's just for some reasons that I don't want to disclose it to the outside world.

The last time Uncle Master ordered him to buy the things, he didn't finish it in the middle of the night, so he came back crying and thought about it.

This time, he must seize the opportunity, take good care of him, and win the favor of his uncle's ancestors, so as not to fall into the fate of the brothers. Although the brothers used hair growth medicine to get their hair back, they have been reduced to Yanaka jokes. Didn't have a girlfriend.

With ambitions, Song Jincheng ran errands everywhere, buying various travel supplies for Song Qingshi.

Finally, everything was purchased.

Mr. Yue said that he had something to deal with and needed to leave. Before leaving, he took out a snow-colored vestment with large sleeves and a wide robe, saying that it was a farewell gift that he asked Qiaoyifang to make an urgent order a few days ago.

Song Qingshi's vestments were broken long ago. Seeing this suit of appetite, I didn't like it so much, I changed it on the spot, thanked and thanked it.

Mr. Yue smiled and rearranged the messy hair for him, and left.

When Song Qingshi finished packing his luggage and was about to set off, he finally remembered that he forgot to arrange transportation. Song Jincheng sneaked away from school and did not dare to use the ship mounts in the Medicine King Valley. Now the town where the two stay is relatively remote, there are few monks and no fairy beasts. There is no high-level French ship either.

He and Song Jincheng stood on the street, looking at each other, looking for a long time, finally bought two spirit horses with faster feet, calculated the location of the map, ready to ride for three days, after reaching Ruinan City, look for the fairy beast gate. Rent a French boat.

The two rode horses and left.

Song Qingshi felt the peeping gaze from the inside of the city. He looked around and found that the beautiful red fairy bird he had seen the other day had returned and was following him.

He beckoned.

The fairy bird flew down, stood affectionately on his shoulder, and gently pecked his ear, as if acting like a baby.

"This bird is so beautiful," Song Jincheng was happy when he saw one person interacting with each other, and he took out the seeds to tease him, "Come on, let brother touch his tail."

The red fairy bird slowly turned his neck, looked at him coldly for a moment, and suddenly spit out a fire, rushed to his face, and lit Song Jincheng's clothes and hair. Song Jincheng was terrified, flicking it desperately, and flying sparks everywhere. Yes, the tail of the spirit horse was also stained with flames, and jumped up in shock, carrying Song Jincheng, who was screaming screamingly, and rushed forward.

Song Qingshi was dumbfounded. He turned his head stiffly and looked at the unknown red fairy bird on his shoulder, confirming that it was a big bird of prey...

The fairy bird rubbed his cheek again, then lowered his head, neatly tidying up his feathers, pretending not to do anything bad.

Song Jincheng's scream was even louder: "Qing Shi, come on!"

His tone changed one word, and the last two words were called out of tone.

Song Qingshi heard something wrong, and hurried over to take a look at the situation, but saw an injured and unconscious girl in red lying on the edge of the cliff. She seemed to have encountered an accident on the mountain. She rolled down and fell twice on her head. There was a lot of blood, my hands and feet were bruised, and my ankles seemed to be twisted.

The girl is very delicate, with a pale honey complexion, picturesque brows, beautiful facial features, long eyelashes like butterfly wings, shaking slightly, the small red tear mole under her left eye, with a little to say no Out of the alluring breath. She was wearing a veil made of red ice silk. She was torn by branches in several places during the flight. The neckline was slightly scattered, revealing a long neck and a little collarbone. The hairpin was chaotic and the blue silk was like silk. The hair tail was slightly curled and spread. Bi Cao Jian...

Song Qingshi's heart was a little confused: "I feel where I saw this girl."

Song Jincheng agreed: "Every time I see a beautiful girl, I feel deja vu."

Song Qingshi was choked. He later realized that he had something wrong with his words, like a disciple. He quickly threw out the messy feelings in his mind and squatted down to check the girl's injuries.

"The head injury is more serious, and there may be a slight concussion, which needs to be dealt with as soon as possible to prevent deterioration." Song Qingshi took out the golden needles, skillfully pierced a few needles, guided the congestion with spiritual power to dissipate, and then took the Qingming pill and merged with water Dissolve, feed her and take it.

"Can you do it?" Song Jincheng was very nervous. He found that Song Qingshi's stitches were very strange. He had never seen it before. He was afraid that he was pretending to be an expert, but he would be foolish to make a pretty girl into a fool. But Song Qing was quick and resolute in getting the needle. He had no time to stop it, so he had to persuade him, "Let's take her to the hospital and let the doctor treat it."

Song Qingshi finished the needle and bandaged the wound. Hearing this, he was at a loss: "Why look for a doctor? I am a doctor."

Song Jincheng pointed out the problem seriously: "You look unreliable."

Song Qingshi was questioned again about his professionalism and was a little depressed: "My medical skills are very good."

Song Jincheng asked seriously: "Do you know the oriole suture technique? Do you know Dongniang 18 stitches? Do you know the Huang's bone setting method? These techniques have been spread for nearly a thousand years, and every doctor can use them."

Song Qingshi continued to be at a loss...

Song Jincheng sighed and shook his head.

Song Qingshi realized that his image was about to turn into a quack doctor, and quickly argued: "I will be a ghost doctor."

"Ghost Eighty-Eight Needles? The unpredictable first stitch in the world?" Song Jincheng almost laughed, "Brother, this thing is a myth and legend, and there is no relevant record in Yaowanggu, how did you learn it? "

"I can't remember." Song Qingshi gently held his forehead. He felt that this stitch was imprinted in his mind. He felt it easy and handy. It seemed to be used frequently, "But I really know..."

He just forgot how he learned it...

Song Qingshi thought for a long time and firmly believed that he was not a quack doctor. Seeing that Song Jincheng had no decent treatment plan, he squatted down and continued to comb the meridians with golden needles to help the patient recover.

The bruise dissipated, and the girl in red gradually woke up. With her misty phoenix eyes open, she gently gathered the scattered collars, quietly covered the corners of the broken skirt, then looked at the two of them, and finally stopped looking at them. In Song Qingshi, he was reluctant to leave for a long time, and asked softly: "Did you save me?"

"We passed by," Song Qingshi was afraid of being misunderstood as a bad person, and hurriedly introduced himself and Song Jincheng's identity as a pharmacist, and finally said, "What is the girl's name? Where is the teacher? We will send you back."

The red-clothed girl thought for a long time, shook her head, and said sadly: "I don't know."

Song Jincheng was surprised: "You have amnesia too?"

When he looked back at Song Qing, his eyes were full of accusations, suspecting that the golden needle had broken his brain.

"It is common for a concussion to cause short-term memory loss. This girl's condition is more serious than expected. It is best to stay in a doctor for observation." Song Qingshi was embarrassed by him. In order to prove that his medical skills were correct, he decided to admit the girl to the hospital. He took out a notebook to record his illness, and found that he could not write a medical record book without knowing the name of the patient. After thinking about it, he decided to name it casually, "Just called Xiao..."

The red-clothed girl noticed something wrong, and quickly replied, "I seem to be Fengjun."

Song Qingshi was stunned and obliterated the name on the medical record. He originally wanted to be called Xiaohong.