Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

Shi Qingyue’s yard is located in the valley of the Floating Mountains, bamboo forests and streams, and the east wall is covered with five-leaf brocade, lush and lush and stretches to the end of the line of sight.

That was the price a little demon paid for seeking medical treatment to save people, leaving a part of its body.

The wooden door has automatically opened before the doctor pushes the door. The luxuriant herbs and flowerbeds are decorated with pavilions and pavilions. The body of the dragon is more than a hundred meters long, but it is only a small one when it is shrunk. The dripping blood drips and the black scales of the dragon's tail. Fold the flowerbed of Yixianbaozhi extremely.

The little fence demon waited tremblingly for the medical fairy to furious, but the people who usually regarded these herbs as treasures did not seem to have seen it at all.

The sweat on the little demon's forehead, the adults were unpredictable, and when the black dragon woke up, it would be extremely miserable.

"Where does the adult put her?" The little demon pushed aside the clouds and mist in front of him, quietly turning his head to look at the fairy in white clothes.

Except for a real owner, most of the rooms in the valley are vacant, containing ancient medical books collected by the doctors and some rare herbs.

Shi Qingyue lowered her eyes for a moment and thought, and stepped to hold the black dragon towards a wooden house. It was an empty courtyard. Three years ago, she deliberately deceived the black dragon here.

The little demon was embarrassed for a moment when he entered, Mu Teng Yao grabbed the little flower on his head with his claws, and pressed the door honestly.

Shi Qingyue: "..."

I just want to sprinkle a handful of soil for what I have done and bury myself!

This empty courtyard was lit up with lights, and two vermilion happy characters were crookedly pasted on the old vine wall. Only two years later, it has been eroded by the years and it is hard to see the original appearance.

The clumsy black dragon can only kill people and fight in all directions, but her sweetheart is a doctor who saves the dead and heals the wounds. On the eve of her wedding, she also learned from the human race to decorate a new house. She wanted to prepare a better nest for her sweetheart. She was uneasy and full of expectations.

Well, then I was heartbroken in the wedding night in the bridal chamber.

It's really going to kill you if you live here, right? At that time, a dragon clan that irritated the entire hill would have to be caught into a deep pit.

Shi Qingyue fell into a long silence, unconsciously hugged the unconscious black dragon in his arms, but in the end he just closed his eyes, took two steps back, turned and left.

The little demon couldn't figure it out to follow, but the medical immortal who had always looked at everyone with a joke, went faster and faster, as if there was something chasing her behind.

The buildings on the Fusai Mountain are luxurious, with pavilions, terraces and pavilions flowing in a secluded path. The demon tribe, who can't afford the price of the doctor's heart, can only sell their time and serve as servants in this valley for her to drive away.

The black dragon was hugged all the way into the medical immortal's small building, and the blood snaked all the way from the outside, stained with the exquisitely carved spirit jade.

"Get ready for the medicinal bath, and get the best elixir," the medical immortal stepped into the door, his voice was cold but not the temperature, but he hurried inexplicably, "Go and prepare a sharp knife."

sharp knife? Are you going to deboning the dragon? The little demon seemed to have realized something, standing in front of the closed door and replied: "Don't worry, my lord, I must find a sharp knife for bone removal!"

Shi Qingyue: "..."

If I said that I really didn't want to peel her bones and drink the soup, would she believe it?

The system was silent for a while, carefully: "Or else, can you ask?"

The medical immortal glanced down silently, Heilong's face was as pale as snow covered with blood stains, and his eyes trembled silently in the interlaced light and shadow.

Subtle, as if no one noticed—

Shi Qingyi was silent, and placed her on her bed. The medical fairy was like luxury. The bed was covered with the softest fluff on the fox demon's body for a thousand years. When people sank in, it was a depression, surrounded by warm fine fluff. .

A warm hand pushed away the blood-stained hair on her forehead, and a warm aura slowly flowed into her body.

Relying on perseverance and monstrous hatred, the dragons did not dare to fall asleep, and tried their best to stay awake.

Maybe the next time I wake up, I will lose an organ, or I won’t be able to wake up again—

"Sleep." The medical immortal's voice was still cold, and she seemed to sigh with a gentle sigh that was not easily detectable, and she finally fell asleep with resentment.

Spiritual power is familiar. Shi Qingyue’s body is the remote vanilla on the Floating Mountain. She hasn't cultivated for a long time, but for a hundred years, the most original inner alchemy is only a little bit. The last time she was used, she never used it. Rescued by the clan.

At that time, the seriously injured Dragon Clan noticed that someone had input spiritual power and began to ask for it uncontrollably. The person let her take it. When she finally recovered some strength and suddenly opened her eyes, the beauty in white next to her was weakly unable to maintain her human form and was faltering. Fell in her arms.

She caught the frail girl in such a daze, the medical immortal was unruly outside, but her body was soft and terrifying, like a fragile flower, which would shatter in her hands when touched.

No one had ever been willing to save her with her life. According to Heilong's original vicious character, he should immediately kill her and ingest her soul, but Heilong didn't, she just held the girl at a loss.

It seemed to embrace a spring breeze that would be blown away at any time.

A half-immortal flower rescued a dragon, and then the dragon raised a flower and took good care of it.

Haruka Vanilla is precious, and it's not a human being to lose his cultivation. In the layered veil, his delicate eyebrows are slightly wrinkled because of discomfort, and he feels relieved after only one glance.

The most murderous dragon striker of the Demon Race, and the legendary Devil Dragon that is as hard as a stone in the center, finally turned into a soft finger.

She squatted in front of her soft couch and held Yixian's pale and cold fingers, only dared to hold one lightly, and then continuously gave her three hundred years of internal strength.

The medical immortal struggled for a while, his voice was faint: "Don't..."

The dumb-mouthed dragon didn't dare to let it go. It took a long time before he dared to speak, his voice dull: "I volunteered."

She pretended to be pitiful once, so she took away the cultivation base of the Devil Dragon who had worked so hard for several years without any effort.

Countless years of cold and heat went to harvest in autumn and hide in winter, fighting and fighting, all of which did not distort her frown.

Shi Qingyue really had a good abacus. He had changed his cultivation base for three hundred years in one hundred years. I don't know what he wanted this time.

The black dragon before falling asleep thought ironically, Shi Qingyue had better kill her now, or wait for her to come back to life and lose the restraint of the immortal bondage, sooner or later she would impose Shi Qingyue on her. All the tribulations of, will be returned hundreds of times and thousands of times—

After confirming that the black dragon had fallen into a deep sleep, Shi Qingyue dared to uncover the material on her body, just glanced at her eyelid and jumped.

The Dragon Clan’s self-healing ability is already the strongest in the Three Realms, but even so, it can’t hide her injuries. Only two holes under her collarbone are rusted and stained with blood. She is already weak and unable to maintain her human form. Under the broken waist was a dragon tail.

The scales of the dragon that used to be dark and snowy were already dim, and the lower half of the tail was even more terrible. Half of the flesh and blood were removed, only a white-sense skeleton remained.

She suddenly remembered, in fact, not only this time, because of the dragon's super self-healing ability, she cut a piece of meat from time to time to test the medicine, and then cut it off when she grew a little meat.

So day after day, year after year—

…I'm sorry that I have worked so hard in this invariable state.

She sighed, and finally wiped her face with Jinpa little by little.

Shao Luo is actually very good-looking, not weak in appearance, but he is too thin, and looks a little bit cold, with a fierce atmosphere between his eyebrows and eyes, which is a look of deep resentment.

Shi Qingyue looked at her for a long time, and finally reached out and rubbed her eyebrows.

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When Shaoluo wakes up, it is already evening. The Fusao Mountain is close to Fusang. At sunset, a large area of ​​sunset is reflected on the Heishui River, and even the entire Fusai Mountain is covered with a layer of warm twilight.

The white gauze overlapped and dazzled, and the fairy in white outside the curtain held a book and looked at the little thorn demon kneeling down.

Everyone knew that the Floating Medical Immortal had a strange and unpredictable character, and did not know what would happen to him this time, the scared leaves of the little thorn monster were curled up, and the flowers withered early.

"I said stop, why do I have to give a second whip?"

There is no ups and downs in her voice, Lingling is like a clear spring, sounding in people's ears but inexplicably moving in the heart.

The little thorny demon hugged his head and yelled: "I, I thought you wanted to strip her, so—"

So be convinced.

"It used to be like this..."

Shi Qingyue's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't bear to give the little demon a stick of incense in the bottom of his heart.

After shaking, I finally ran out to kill the Quartet. My mind was already distorted, and the entire floating mountain was directly levelled. The spirits on the mountain were all punished by capital punishment, dripping, gouging, and sorrow...

Shi Qingyi slapped the medical book on the table with a cold voice: "If you don't have me in the future, you won't be allowed to move with a whip."

"Get the punishment yourself, two hundred whips, and one whip can't be less."

The little thorn demon escaped, and ran out rolling. The doctor lifted the veil and walked into the inner room. He shook his eyes and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He could only hear the slow approaching footsteps and the sharp light of a knife. Dangled her eyes.

Long couldn't help but clenched his five fingers quietly. Is it finally coming? Skinning or cramping? She knew that it was impossible for Shi Qingyue to rescue her from the depths of the abyss so kindly!

Being trapped by the immortal chain for too long, my vitality was severely injured, and there was only a small amount of spiritual power on his body to work, and the corners of the swayed mouth collapsed extremely tight. Is it desperate to die or endure this heart-piercing pain for the time being —

For a long time, she finally held her palm forbearingly.

As long as you don't die, you still have a chance, and you still have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

She confessed her fate and waited for the pain to fall on her scarred body. Her heart had sunk to the bottom of the sea, but the body that had tasted the pain was trembling subconsciously.

Shi Qingyue probably understood the brain supplement in her mind. Heilong was lying flat on the bed, already in a sad gesture of heroism.

After a moment of speechlessness, she stretched out her hand and just put on a thin shirt for her, her tone was still slightly cold, but after listening carefully, she could hear some comforting gentleness, and explained: "It's just to remove the carrion from your body. It doesn't hurt."

The black dragon's eyelashes trembled, and when a sneered sneer was about to appear, the outer curtain was pulled open, and a 13 or 14-year-old girl in white rushed in, with furry white ears on her head, and her eyes were childish and innocent.

"Clear barley, sleepy, sleep..."