Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi tried his best to calm himself down. He was not sure what the relationship between the young man in the dungeon who claimed to be Wuhuan had anything to do with Feng Jun, but he had to rescue him no matter what.As for Qu Yurong, who was required by the mission... He thought about the urgency and priority of the two things, and decided to rescue Wu Huan first, and then go back to rescue Qu Yurong.

Wu Huan heard the breathing of the person outside the window calm down, there was no answer or movement, but she didn't hold out any hope.After all, he had a lot of bad deeds in Tianxiang Tower. He escaped more than once or twice by using sweet talk, pretending to be pitiful, or seducing customers. .Now that his face is broken, the old bustard is not willing to keep him anymore, so he let the word out that when the punishment is over, he will be sold to sadistic customers, so that all the new children will know what will happen if they are disobedient.

The current time is noon, and the location of the dungeon is not a place where purchasing or ordinary servants can come.

The person outside the window is probably a hangover guest. Judging from the change of breathing, he is very interested in his own body, maybe he likes to play with scarred beauties?In short, he couldn't sit still and wait for bad luck to come, even if there was even the slightest hope, he had to try it out, so that he could do other things only after escaping from the dungeon.

Wu Huan gently licked her red lips with the tip of her tongue, twisted her body, and tried to say more attractive words:

"They all say that I am naturally charming and beautiful, guest, do you want to see my waist?"

"I like pain, the more pain the more joy."

"You take me back, I will let you have fun..."

"..."

Listening to these words, Song Qingshi only felt distressed. From the environment in the dungeon, he could tell that Wu Huan had been locked here for a long time. He was seriously injured and in a very bad situation. He also judged that the other party was lying to ask for help.But he couldn't speak, couldn't communicate with the other party, so he had to stand up, leave the dungeon, and try to rescue the person before treating him.

He pondered for a long time, and with the memory of the top student and the eyes of insects, he drew a map of Tianxiang Tower on the sand, determined the purpose of each building according to the structure and orientation of the buildings, and then accurately found the treasure house, avoiding all the formations The law and the guards controlled a few butterflies and moths, and the sparks of the mysterious fire flew in through the vent hole of the treasure house and landed on the wooden frame or cloth.

The flame of Xuanhuo is stronger than ordinary fire, no matter what it encounters, it can be ignited.

Billowing black smoke billowed out of the treasure house, and the alarm formation was activated, which alarmed the people in Tianxianglou. , is the most important existence of Tianxiang Tower, who cares about the disfigured losers in the dungeon?

Song Qingshi sneaked back to the dungeon while no one was paying attention.

Xuanhuo is an extremely high-temperature flame, and Youhuo is highly corrosive and poisonous. No matter how small the flame is, it can be used as a welding torch.He carefully burned off the railing on the window, climbed in, then burned off the chain on Wuhuan's feet, untied the rope in his hands, and dragged himself out of the window.

Wu Huan finally crawled out of the dungeon, and fell down when he stood up. He tried to climb up by holding on to the wall, but his legs were shaking every time he took a step.

Song Qingshi immediately squatted down, opened the hem of his robe, and carefully checked the muscle problems in his legs. He confirmed that he had been imprisoned for too long, seriously lacked exercise, and had a broken leg that was not properly treated, which made it difficult to walk.This kind of situation is a common trauma in the world of cultivating immortals. It only needs to be re-bonded, massaged and rehabilitated, supplemented by elixir, and it can be completely cured.

Wu Huan couldn't see it, and felt that this man was groping on his leg as soon as he got out of the dungeon, and squeezed it heavily from time to time. He was really a hungry ghost and extremely shameless.He was contemptuous in his heart, but he hadn't escaped from the danger yet, so he didn't dare to be careless, so he could only hide his distaste, let a proper shy expression appear on his face, then obediently pulled up the hem of his clothes, and made a gentle gesture of letting the other party touch him enough Legs, softly persuaded: "Thank you for saving your life, let's go out and do it again, okay?"

"Okay." Song Qingshi also knew that studying in this place was not very good. He held back his itchy hands and helped him to walk a few steps. The worn navy blue robe wrapped Wu Huan up to cover the bloodstains and face on his body, then put it on his back, and quietly jumped out of the wall from the hole left by the barrier.

He stayed in the mountains all year round to collect herbs. He looked thin, but he still had strength, and he could move freely with the same thin Wu Huan on his back.He controlled the surveillance butterfly again, took a path that no one saw, avoided sight, and left Tianxiang Tower smoothly.

"Isn't Engong a local?" Wu Huan lay on his back, his bones were hurt by the bumps, and he finally found out that Song Qingshi was just a Qi training monk, short and thin, and dumb, with a very clean medicinal fragrance on his body. Faint, smells very comfortable, brings indescribably gentle breath, not disgusting.

He dazed in the scent of the medicine for a moment, and when he thought of this man's indecent way of groping his thighs again, his heart became ruthless. He pretended not to know anything, and asked sweetly, "Where are you taking me?"

Song Qingshi took his hand and put it on his throat, hummed twice, indicating that he could not speak.

Wu Huan touched his throat to confirm the vital position of his throat, and then took it back.

Now is not the time, nor the right tools.

Two years ago, he used this method to trick a lustful servant into taking him away, and then when the servant wanted to do something wrong to him, he killed him with stones and threw him into the river.It's a pity... I was inexperienced at the time, and my eyes were obstructed, so I couldn't judge the direction accurately, so I ran not far and was arrested.

This time, he couldn't make the same mistake again.

Wu Huan lowered his head, relying on his sense of hearing and smell, he carefully felt the atmosphere around him, pine trees, locust trees, laurel flowers, spiritual grass, streams, wild ducks... He memorized the composition of every complex smell, every small sound Then he sketched out the appearance of the environment in his mind, memorized the route he had traveled, and judged his position to facilitate his escape.

Song Qingshi took him up the mountain.

There is a shabby hut in the cracks of the weathered rocks, piled with various herbs, and a small alchemy furnace, which is where he lives. Although it is dilapidated, everything is clean, which barely meets the requirements of a medical student. Cleanliness.

Song Qingshi complained in his heart about Sword Master Mo Yuan's stinginess in arranging the mission, while placing Wu Huan on a bed made of dry thatch, then checked the injury, took his hand, and tried to write on the palm, wanting to tell him to heal Plan, hoping to cooperate with treatment.

The ancient characters were a bit difficult, so he racked his brains to simplify and write for a long time.

"Engong, are you asking me something?" Wu Huan felt that he had been drawing on the palm of his hand for a long time, and apologized hesitantly, "I'm sorry, I don't know how to read."

Song Qingshi raised his head in astonishment, feeling a thunderbolt.

Wu Huan took his hand back and patiently explained: "I am a mortal, born blind. I was sold into Tianxiang Building since I was a child, and learned some skills of playing, playing, singing and serving others. Literacy. After all... what's the use of teaching a blind man how to read? I can't read."

One cannot see, one cannot speak.

The communication between the two fell into a bottleneck completely.

However, Wuhuan's injuries and illnesses needed to be dealt with.

Song Qingshi had no choice but to do it directly. He stretched out his hand, checked the scar on Wuhuan's face, and then opened his eyes to the sun to confirm the problem inside.He found that Wu Huan's eyes were not completely damaged, but had been poisoned by the epiphyllum, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of fog.

The poison of You Epiphyllum is difficult to detox, and it needs to be refined into Xuantian Taiming Pill.

Xuantian Taiming Pill is an extremely high-grade elixir that is very difficult to refine. The main materials require spiritual comfrey, bodhi stone and the inner alchemy of the ten thousand-year-old turtle. When refining, you must use a good elixir furnace to withstand the firepower... …

Song Qingshi looked at the simple thatched hut and the broken silver in hand, and became even more melancholy.

He temporarily threw the unanswerable question aside, then motioned for Wuhuan to take off his clothes and lay down on the bed, letting him heal the whip wound on his back.These injuries were not properly treated, and some golden sore medicine was simply applied. Although it is fine for the time being, it may cause fever if left unattended, and even cause life-threatening, so it must be treated as soon as possible.

Song Qingshi tugged on Wuhuan's clothes, trying to take them off.

"Can I do it later? I'm not ready yet," Wu Huan was terrified, clutching at the hem of his clothes. He didn't expect the other party to be so anxious that he didn't even give him half a minute to prepare. When he found the tool to kill, he could only plead, "My wounds haven't healed yet, I can't bear it, it will ruin the interest of benefactor..."

Song Qingshi kept using gestures and movements to express: the injury on your back is not healed, so you need to take off your clothes and lie down for treatment.

Wu Huan had been educated in Tianxiang Tower for many years. Although the old bustard kept her innocence in order to sell her at a high price, she was taught a lot about love affairs and knew everything she should know.When he saw Song Qing, he not only pulled his clothes, stretched out his hand to touch the wound on his back, but also motioned him to lie on the bed, relax his body, and make a posture of letting others play with him...

This man's breath is very clean and comfortable, but his behavior is even more obscene than the servant he killed back then, so deceptive!

Wuhuan was anxious and angry, backed away again and again, refusing to take off her clothes, and kept begging: "The wound on my body is very painful, please benefactor to take pity on me for a few more days."

Song Qingshi heard him say that the wound was painful, and he didn't know how to explain that the treatment didn't hurt. He became even more anxious. Seeing that the sun was about to set, and the light was not good for the treatment, he was cruel, and took out the means to deal with the big bear child, and pushed him down directly. On the bed, he tore off his clothes to reveal his bruised back, pressed his hands together, and forcibly treated her.

Old wounds were piled on top of new ones, and I don't know how many times he was beaten.

Song Qingshi gently checked the wound to confirm the situation.

"No, don't touch me," Wu Huan felt his back being touched by slightly cold fingertips, and the most feared thing was about to happen. He finally lost his mind, struggled frantically, and kept scolding, "You bastard , let me go! Shameless and shameless person! Garbage! Beast! You kill me!"

He is a mortal, imprisoned for a long time, without food, exhausted, and has no strength to fight against the monks.

The healed wound burst open in the violent struggle, and blood flowed out again.

He bit Song Qingshi's hand hard, and while he was shocked, he broke free, rolled to the ground, and crawled out.

Song Qingshi finally discovered that there was a serious misunderstanding in the communication between the two. He didn't know how to deal with such a complicated situation. After thinking for a while, he decided to take action to solve it.

He took out a golden needle and pierced the drowsy acupuncture point.

Wu Huan felt dizzy, and his eyes turned black. He stood up staggeringly, and wanted to go out, but in the end he fell into the arms with the gentle fragrance of medicine.Before falling into a coma, he pulled Song Qingshi's skirt and asked desperately:

"do not hurt me……"

Song Qingshi carried him back to the bed, put him away carefully, and whispered softly in his ear:

Don't be afraid, I will never hurt you.

……

He didn't know if these words had reached Wu Huan's heart.

However, the scarred teenager finally relaxed his body and fell into a deep sleep.