Mistakenly Saving the Villain

"It's the marks left by acupuncture." Seeing that he misunderstood that he was injured, Song Qingshi hurriedly explained, "It's not from insect bites. I have rich capillaries. When the needles are inserted, it will cause slight subcutaneous bleeding and often leave marks. Don't worry, it's painless. The itching will go away in a few days."

Yue Wuhuan took a close look at this mark, then slowly let go of his hand, bowed his head and said, "The lord tested the needle for me and injured me, but I was abrupt..."

"How can you not prick yourself while studying medicine?" Song Qingshi said indifferently, "In the future, you will have to prick when you practice acupuncture. If necessary, I can use it as a practice tool for you. In the past..." When he said this, suddenly Think of some funny things. The first step in learning acupuncture is to prick yourself, and then prick each other. After you get used to it, you will get a few acupuncture for acne, weight loss, stomach discomfort, cold, and before the final exam. Being a hedgehog is the norm.He also learned a lot from his senior sister. For example, when he fell asleep while studying, he would inject a needle into the Tianling Gai, which instantly refreshed him.

When Yuan Chen learned acupuncture, he first used the needles he pricked himself, mainly to determine the feeling of the needles.

It was the first time he tried this acupuncture method, and he had to practice it on himself before he dared to do it to others.

Yue Wuhuan turned around sullenly, as if he was not very happy about his injury.

The protagonist Shou is really a kind little angel.

Song Qingshi sighed in his heart for a long time. He was afraid that he would turn over again. He spent a lot of time talking about medical theory while giving needles, and finally made the beauty into a beautiful hedgehog. After confirming each acupuncture point, he injected spiritual power and kept the local anesthesia to a minimum. range, and then took out the medicine jar for soaking in the medicine bath, put in the ingredients of Liumai Fusheng soup, and adjusted the temperature skillfully, so that Yue Wuhuan could enter.

This time, Yue Wuhuan groaned not long after entering the medicated bath.

The domineering medicine penetrated into all the meridians, rushed wildly, and turned the body upside down.

Yue Wuhuan finally understood what Song Qingshi meant when he said it was painful. Even though acupuncture had reduced the pain a lot, he still held on to the rim of the vat in pain, his face turned red and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"The pain cannot be completely eliminated," Song Qingshi injected his spiritual thoughts into his body to continuously investigate the situation, explaining, "There are many meridians in the human body, and after the medicine is injected, it is like a river rushing into a bank. You need to feel every blocked meridian being flushed away. Only when it hurts, can I be sure whether it has been completely opened up... If it hurts, you can call it out, as long as you persist for half an hour."

"My lord, don't worry," Yue Wuhuan panted, "You have done so much for me, I can bear it."

At the clogged meridians that were forcibly flushed away, the medicine can pass through unimpeded, and the pain is instantly relieved.

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, the corresponding gold needles were taken out.

As more and more meridians are cleared, the pain becomes lighter and lighter.

Before taking the last needle to cover Tianling, Song Qingshi took out a medicine, and his life became more and more unhappy: "Open your mouth."

Yue Wuhuan was so painful that his mind went blank, he opened his mouth obediently, only to find that Song Qingshi had stuffed a hot pill in, and his cold fingertips accidentally touched his lips, he subconsciously chased after him, and used He licked the comfortable coolness with his tongue, wanting to keep it in his mouth and never let it go again.

The hot elixir melted in the mouth and slipped into the abdomen. Suddenly, an explosion-like pain came from the dantian, stirring the internal organs.

He couldn't bear it anymore, let out a miserable scream, grabbed the people around him with all his strength, and then fell powerlessly.

Song Qingshi took him into his arms, patted his back, and coaxed him softly: "This is the Nine-Turn Blood Lotus Pill, and it will work quickly, just stick to it."

The Liumai Fusheng Decoction opens up the meridians, and the Nine Turning Blood Lotus Pill regenerates the dantian.Song Qingshi determined from the research data and experiments that the Jiuzhuan Xuelian Pill could not alleviate the pain when taken, but the pain was only for a short time.So he didn't explain it at the beginning, so as not to increase the psychological burden of the patient, just like an injection, a quick fix is ​​enough.

Yue Wuhuan's lips were already bleeding from biting, he couldn't hold on anymore, and finally let out a low growl like a wounded beast, hugging the person in his arms tightly, as if he wanted to be strangled into his own flesh and blood, and become one.

If it weren't for the high cultivation level of the Nascent Soul cultivator, his bones would have been strangled.

Song Qingshi couldn't move, and was afraid that he would bite his lips in pain, so he suggested: "If you are in pain, you can bite something else, I will give you a towel..."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Wuhuan ruthlessly bit down on the dark red mark on his neck which was an eyesore, with such force that he almost wanted to bite off this piece of meat and swallow it into his stomach.

Song Qingshi knew that he had lost his mind, and was afraid of hurting his teeth, so he immediately withdrew all his protective spiritual power, and did not dare to use poison to resist, so he was bitten with deep bloodstains, and he was so painful that he almost burst into tears. I didn't dare to cry out to make people worry, so I could only pretend that it didn't hurt, and gasped desperately.

If I let him bite me, I will be bitten even if I kneel down.

Song Qingshi persevered with tears in his eyes...

After about a quarter of an hour, the pain in the dantian slowly disappeared, and tiny spiritual power slowly emerged, just like a tree that has withered for many years has sprouted new shoots under the nourishment of the spring rain, and everything sprouted vigorously, and the body became comfortable and comfortable .Yue Wuhuan's strength was finally exhausted, he loosened his jaw, lightly licked the blood from his bite, and fell down slowly, falling into a deep coma.

……

When Yue Wuhuan woke up, it was already dark.

He moved his body, and the spiritual power that had withered for many years began to circulate smoothly, and his aptitude was much stronger than when he first entered the immortal sect.

Suddenly, he realized what was next to him, and slowly turned his head to look, and found that his hands were tightly holding on to Song Qingshi's sleeves, his fingers were stiff and numb from grasping for too long, and it took a lot of effort to untie them.

Song Qingshi slept soundly next to him.

He originally wanted to wait for Yue Wuhuan to wake up and explain the treatment matters, but he was so tired during this time that he fell asleep while waiting.

Yue Wuhuan stared blankly at this unsuspecting sleeping face, and there were many ripples in his heart that he didn't know what it was like. The seeds of desire were taking root and sprouting, and crazy emotions were boiling in his mind.

He quietly stretched out his hand, picked up a strand of soft and fine long hair, put it on the tip of his nose, sniffed greedily the lingering fragrance of the medicine, and then kissed it lightly.

The bite marks on his neck also gave him an indescribable sense of satisfaction, as if he had branded this person with his own mark.

Obviously his body has been freed from the control of drugs, but he still has an unstoppable desire for the person in front of him.

Such a good person, but he wants his body, wants to get his soul, wants to see him fall into the ocean of desire and be controlled.

What a despicable thought...

"Wu Huan, you are a monster born of desire."

Perhaps, this sentence is right.

He has already degenerated into a demon, unworthy of being with purity.

Song Qingshi has done too much for himself, and his kindness is as heavy as a mountain, and there is no way to repay it.

I know I shouldn't, but I just can't bear to let go.

At least, stay away from him, hide your tail, don't show your true face, don't let evil thoughts dirty him...

Yue Wuhuan made up his mind, took a final breath, and reluctantly let go of the long hair in his hand.