Mistakenly Saving the Villain

A good memory is not a good thing.

This means that he can clearly remember every injury, every nightmare, and use it to torture himself over and over again.

At night, Requiem Xiang couldn't suppress the pain in his heart. In his dream, he returned to Jinfeng Villa and fell into the golden birdcage.

The acacia print on his back was faintly hot, and he couldn't move his body. He was forced to sit on the ground, watching the teenagers accompanying the guests, performing ridiculous dramas one after another.

In this filthy world, even the air is too dirty to breathe...

Desire is forced to be provoked and played with wantonly.

So dirty and disgusting.

Yue Wuhuan curled up in despair, trying to avoid the hands that stretched out one after another, trying to cut off every inch of skin that was touched.He was filthy and miserable, he couldn't breathe, he died again and again, every time he woke up, he was still in the cage, repeating the last nightmare, until he lost his sanity, gave up struggling, and allowed his body to be completely destroyed .

Suddenly, the red lotus fire burned down the cage, and the clear medicinal fragrance washed away the foul breath.

He realized that the surrounding noises had disappeared, and opened his eyes cautiously, and what appeared before him was a boy in a snow suit.

There was no dirty smell on the boy's body, and no dirty desire in his eyes. He stretched out his hands from the overlapping cuffs, and even his fingertips had a breath as clean as snow.

Yue Wuhuan thought for a long time before realizing that this hand was extended to him.

With a trace of longing, he wanted to touch the cleanest existence in the world. Just as he raised his hand, the red marks on his wrist and the little dirt on his palm came into view. He quickly withdrew his dirty hand and wanted to hide it behind him. , but saw the traces of the body after accompanying the guests, and there was no clean place on the whole body.

"Don't touch me, it'll get your hands dirty..."

"Don't look at me, it will dirty your eyes..."

"Don't save me, just kill me..."

He was terrified, and kept backing away until he hid in the darkness and could no longer see his body.

The boy approached stubbornly, reaching out his hand again and again until he stepped into the darkness, forcing him to retreat.In the end, the young man took off his clean snow suit, draped it over him, and embraced him, as if treating the most precious treasure, removed his shackles one by one, and wiped away the stains on his body bit by bit.

The serious eyes are full of his figure, the clear breath is entwined at the tip of his nose, and the soft fingers are like a little spark, stirring up the fire of his desire.His heart is sinking, his sanity is losing, and he has turned into a terrifying monster, wanting to possess him, tearing him apart and eating him, and staying by his side forever.

Want to get his body dirty like crazy...

I want to greedily desecrate this cleanliness...

I want to avenge my kindness...

Panting, Yue Wuhuan pushed away the tenderness of the young man, he knew that he could not get any closer.

The young man noticed his body's embarrassing reaction, thought for a while, and put a red rosary into his palm.

The divine rosary emits a scorching sensation, following the movement of the divine mind, it goes according to one's heart.

Yue Wuhuan felt that the acacia seal on his back was quickly dissipating, the shackles on his body were completely untied, but the desire was spreading wildly.

Following his desire, the young man slowly took off his unlined clothes, untied his white jade hair crown, let loose his fine and soft long hair, a bright and enchanting red mark quickly appeared on his fair skin, and his cold breath was invaded by desire, just Like a holy god who walked into the altar of hell and fell into the arms of the devil, he said what he wanted to hear word by word in the clearest voice:

"You can dirty me."

"You can do anything to me."

"Whatever you want, I will give you everything."

"including me."

"..."

All the delusions in the mind turned into reality.

The devil can no longer maintain his sanity, he occupies every inch of territory little by little, and invades every breath little by little.

Blasphemy.

……

Yue Wuhuan panted and opened his eyes. There was still a mixture of sweet and herbal smell in his nose. He suddenly realized something, turned his head slowly, and suddenly saw Song Qingshi lying on the bedside, holding a luminous bead in his hand. I made a lamp, staring at myself with flickering eyes illuminated by pearl light, as if I was looking forward to something very excitedly.

He stared blankly for a long time, then slowly closed his eyes, doubting that he was still awake.

"Don't sleep!" Song Qingshi stopped his thoughts, "Wake up!"

Yue Wuhuan finally came to his senses. With a hoarse voice, he asked Chi: "My lord, why are you here?"

"Wu Huan, listen to me!" Song Qingshi happily announced the good news, "I finally found a way to reduce the side effects of Liumai Fusheng Decoction! So I came to call you early in the morning, get up quickly! Let's go for treatment!"

Yue Wuhuan blankly glanced out the window at the pale sky that had just been revealed.

It should be five watch now, right?

Song Qingshi made a difficult problem that has troubled him for many days. He feels refreshed and refreshed. He feels like a fan of the team he supports to win the World Cup. His head is hot and he wants to talk about everyone.In the entire Valley of the Medicine King, the person who can best understand his thinking and the source of happiness is Yue Wuhuan, so he worked hard until the morning to arrest people: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Okay," Yue Wuhuan smiled, suddenly, he realized something, stopped lifting the quilt, and said in a low voice: "Master, you go out first and wait, I will change clothes before I come out."

Song Qingshi finally realized that he was not doing very well. In the past, many experiments in the research institute needed to be watched 24 hours a day. He and his brothers and sisters would be on duty in shifts. Although the protagonist Shou is a man, his orientation is also likely to be a man, so he should avoid suspicion. He casually ran around other people's bedsides, which seemed a bit like a night attack.

Yue Wuhuan has psychological problems, if he is misunderstood, he will be finished...

Song Qingshi thought about this, and immediately corrected his words and deeds, in order to show the perfect demeanor of a gentleman, turned around and went out.

Yue Wuhuan heaved a long sigh of relief. He lifted the quilt and looked at the traces of release of desire with disgust, but the beautiful scenery in his dream appeared in front of his eyes. Thinking of the boy who let himself get what he wanted, he couldn't help bowing again. Standing up, he tried his best to restrain his unbearable thoughts, so as not to stain the white paper.

He is so dirty...

……

Song Qingshi waited anxiously outside the door for a long time, and finally waited until Yue Wuhuan finished washing up and came out neatly dressed.He made sure that the other person's expression was normal, and he didn't seem to be angry at his recklessness, so he immediately let go of his worries, and dragged him happily to the treatment room.

In the treatment room, there were two boxes full of gold needles for acupuncture.

There are acupuncture and anesthesia treatment methods in Chinese medicine, but only local anesthesia can be used. The effect varies from person to person, and the analgesia is not complete. It is far less convenient and effective than Western medicine anesthesia, and patients do not accept it, so it is generally used only in very special cases. .

Song Qingshi suddenly realized in the memory of the original body that there are special meridians and dantians in this world, which enhance the effect of acupuncture many times, and can also input spiritual power when the golden needle penetrates the acupoints, so as to achieve fine control of local anesthesia .

He opened the door to the new world in an instant, experimented with his own body several times, and determined that acupuncture can be used to minimize the anesthesia range of the blockage in the Yuewuhuan meridian, reduce the pain by 50.00% without affecting the curative effect, and reduce the pain of six The pain brought by Maifusheng Decoction is controlled to the tolerable range of the human body.

Song Qingshi stumbled and talked for a long time, and finally clarified the truth to Yue Wuhuan: "I will pierce your whole body with more than 200 golden needles, don't worry, it won't hurt, it's just a little numb and itchy, and then take a medicinal bath, etc. After successfully opening the meridian, I will take out the needle and use medicine to reshape the dantian for you."

Yue Wuhuan looked at him and was silent for a long time.

"Although you need to take off your clothes for an injection, and there may be touching, but I am a doctor. In the eyes of doctors, there is no gender, only patients!" Song Qingshi thought for a while, and felt that the other party had scruples, and swore, "You don't need to be on guard, I I promise not to have strange thoughts or do strange things about you!"

But he has a strange idea...

Yue Wuhuan stared blankly at the pale pink lips, recalling the scene in his dream, his throat was a little tight, he took a breath, forced down those unbearable thoughts, slowly loosened his belt, lowered his head and said softly: "If If it's you...you can touch..."

There are only faint scars left from the wound on the shoulder, the honey-colored warm jade-like skin carries a faintly sweet fragrance, the shoulder blades spread out like a butterfly, and the acacia seal has turned into the glamorous lines on the butterfly wings, and the thin waist With powerful lines on the limbs, this body is so perfect that it can arouse people's desire at any time.

Song Qingshi thought about it, and felt that it is better not to overestimate the resistance of human beings to beautiful things, so he found a bath towel to wrap around him, then calmed down, used his spiritual sense to determine the position of the needle, and inserted it one by one.

"Do you feel it?"

"Have."

"What do you feel?"

"Sour, swollen, itchy..."

Song Qingshi confirmed that the needle was correct, so he relaxed and continued to prick the needle one by one.

When he stabbed his back, he suddenly found a red birthmark on Yue Wuhuan's shoulder blade, shaped like a small phoenix, because it was covered by the acacia seal and mixed together, so it was not very conspicuous.

He stopped the needle, observed for a long time, and couldn't help saying: "You have a very beautiful birthmark."

"It was passed down to me by my mother," said Yue Wuhuan, who was reminded of her childhood memories, and her nervousness eased a lot. "She is a dancer in the palace. She comes from overseas. She has red hair and golden eyes. She was seen by my father." After becoming a concubine, I followed her in many aspects of my appearance."

"Mixed race? Your mother must be beautiful," Song Qingshi felt his relaxation, and tried to continue the conversation, "Black and curly hair are both dominant genes, and black eyes are not pure black, but the genetic ratio of dark color is relatively high, so it changed Turned into a dark gold like amber, your eyes are also called angel pupils..."

Yue Wuhuan couldn't understand what he said next: "My mother...is really beautiful..."

"What kind of person is she?"

"A very gentle person, everyone in the palace likes her."

"Do you want to go back to see her?" Song Qingshi felt that seeing his family again would help his mental recovery, "I can send you back."

Yue Wuhuan's voice suddenly stopped, and after a long time, he said with difficulty: "No need, she has passed away."

Song Qingshi's hand holding the needle stopped in mid-air, and he realized that he had overturned the car again.

"They... heard that my mother looks similar to me, and they thought about taking her as a slave," Yue Wuhuan's voice lost all emotion, he was used to the pain and became numb, "In order to save my mother, I sent They compromised a lot of things they didn't want, but... they still went. Fortunately, my country was destroyed a few years ago. The father and the prince brother died in battle, and the mother accompanied the queen to commit suicide on the Phoenix Terrace. They all died I'm so happy that they all died cleanly, without being humiliated, without having to see me become like this..."

Song Qingshi's heart was about to melt, he couldn't comfort such pain, he just wanted to give the person in front of him a hug.

He just stretched out his hand, thought for a while, and just touched his shoulder with his fingertips, then retracted it again, because he remembered that the other party hated touching and would be unhappy.

He lowered his head, picked up the golden needle again, and told himself that everything would be fine.

Yue Wuhuan noticed the movement behind him, turned his head, and suddenly saw a little red mark on Song Qingshi's neckline inadvertently.

He opened his eyes wide in disbelief, thought of something he shouldn't have thought of, stretched out his hand without thinking, and roughly ripped off his collar.

In the snow-colored robe, around the collarbone, there are several spots of dark red, reflected on the white jade-like skin, which is particularly dazzling, gradually overlapping with the crazy and unbearable dreams of last night.

The boy didn't struggle, and sat obediently on the spot, looking at him with ignorant eyes, as if he didn't understand why he was excited.

He began to breathe rapidly, and he couldn't suppress the dirty desire.

"what is this?"

The author has something to say: Song Qingshi's analysis: The more unhappy you are, the less you are happy, I am not interested in these things, so it is very safe for us to live together!

Yue Wuhuan hid the wolf's tail and smiled: You are right.