Mistakenly Saving the Villain

In the Song and Qing dynasties, the taste was sweet.

Seeing that the weather was getting hotter and hotter, he dragged Yue Wuhuan into a tea shed by the river that sold ice cream, and ordered two large bowls of Sushan and lotus drinks.

"By the way," Song Qingshi recalled a puzzle in Yue Wuhuan's medical case, and asked directly, "Your eyes don't shed tears, and you checked the tear secretion system but there is no problem. What's going on? Is it congenital? "

Yue Wuhuan was not interested in sweets, so he ate ice cream with him for a while, he was taken aback when he heard the words, and said after thinking about it: "It's not innate... I also cried when I was young, but I don't like being seen, I always hide Get up and cry. Later, when I was sold into the villa, I found that if I cried out in those dirty things, it would make those people more excited. I didn’t want them to get what they wanted, so I learned not to cry... After a long time, I won’t cry will cry."

Human emotions can be deprived, and there have been psychological experiments that violate human ethics to prove this point.

After being imprisoned in a cage, Yue Wuhuan forcibly deprived himself of the ability to cry through harsh control training and psychological hints.

Song Qingshi suddenly felt that the freezing point in his hand was no longer sweet.

"It's not a bad thing, and tears are not a necessity of life." Yue Wuhuan smiled indifferently, and comforted him, "I am very satisfied that there is something in me that cannot be controlled by the Seal of Acacia, so the Lord doesn't need to care about it."

"How can you not care?" Song Qingshi gently opened his curtain, looked at his beautiful eyes again, and said seriously, "Laugh when you are happy, cry when you are sad, it is human instinct. Don't worry, I will find a way Made you cry!"

After saying this, he realized that it was wrong. How could there be any reason to make others cry?

Song Qingshi shrank back into his seat in embarrassment, and forced his respect: "It doesn't have to be sad, I cry when I'm excited..."

"It turns out that the Lord cries when he is excited?" Yue Wuhuan remembered the scene of him crying emotionally under him in the dream, and a strange pleasure arose in his heart.He approached the clean breath slightly sideways, relying on the screen to block his sight, he did not hide the longing in his eyes, licked his thirsty lips, and couldn't help teasing with a seductive voice, "I hope the lord will make Wuhuan cry ..."

Seeing that the car didn't overturn, Song Qingshi was relieved, he patted his chest and promised: "Leave it to me!"

He will go back and study psychotherapy well!

Yue Wuhuan smiled happily for some reason.

Suddenly, monks' chatter and laughter came from the compartment, which seemed to be mixed with words such as Jinfeng Mountain Villa.

Song Qingshi immediately released his divine sense and turned around.

Sitting in the cubicle were two casual cultivators who had established a foundation, one was a sword cultivator and the other was a demon cultivator. They were not ugly, but they spoke freely, discussing the recent major events in the fairy world:

"Crazy Daoist and Jinfeng Mountain Villa are completely fighting. A few days ago, the owner of Jinzhuang was severely injured."

"Thirty years ago, the mad Taoist's only son, Daoist Lie Yun, disappeared, and his sect's treasure was lost. He offered a huge reward and pursued the murderer for many years. Finally, he found out that the Shouxin Tower was in the hands of the owner of the Jinzhuang. He must seek justice no matter what."

"I didn't expect that the owner of Jinzhuang would also be a murderer and a treasure hunter."

"That's the Shouxin Tower, the best magical weapon in the world, who wouldn't be tempted?"

"The same goes for the owner of Jinzhuang. It's not good to offend anyone, but the crazy Taoist, a lunatic who protects his shortcomings..."

"Now that the owner of Jin Zhuang refuses to admit that he killed Lie Yun, there is still something to talk about..."

"..."

"Many acts of unrighteousness will lead to self-death," Song Qingshi hated Jin Feizhi's behavior, secretly spurned a few "garbage", and turned around and quietly told Yue Wuhuan, "If Jinfeng Villa comes to ask for medical treatment, just say I'm not here, Retreat, gather medicine, you make up a better reason to push it away, let the medicine servant steward come forward, don’t see those bastards..."

Yue Wuhuan responded obediently.

Song Qingshi couldn't help asking: "Do you know about Shouxintai?"

"The matter of Lie Yun's real person happened 30 years ago, and I have only been in Jinfeng Villa for ten years." Yue Wu explained with a smile, "Jin Feizhi is cautious by nature, has a low status as a slave, and Hehuan Yin controls his words and deeds. We can't get in touch with him." to anything hidden..."

It only took him a few years to discover the matter from scattered clues and guess the whereabouts of the Shouxintai.Then, in a subtle way, the Tonggua Immortal realized that Jin Feizhi also conceived a baby 30 years ago, and the process of conceiving a baby was a bit strange.Immortal Copper Trigram is a character who wants money but not life. He flatters Jin Feishi openly, but secretly has some personal grievances. After he finds out the evidence, he doesn't show mercy to Jinfeng Villa and sells it to a crazy Taoist at a high price.

After confirming that Immortal Tonggua was investigating the matter of Shouxintai, he planned to die with confidence.

He even endured an extra two years of torture just to do this pleasurable thing.

Jin Feizhi would never have imagined that a slave who can't control his words and deeds could stab him severely, right?

However, the madman failed to kill the beast.

Pity……

Yue Wuhuan suppressed the regret in his heart, and secretly glanced at Song Qingshi who was next to him, fearing that he would find out that he was malicious and good at calculating his true face, so he put on the gentle and kind sheepskin again, and continued to eat ice obediently.

The topic of the two casual cultivators next door began to diverge, and it actually spread to the Valley of the Medicine King:

"It is said that Yao Wang Xianzun is the most pure-hearted and ascetic ancestor outside of Buddhism, but I didn't expect him to be a fool."

"The old house in Yaowang Valley is on fire, it's burning fast."

"..."

Song Qingshi looked at Yue Wuhuan suspiciously, he didn't remember that there was a fire in Yaowang Valley.

Yue Wuhuan didn't want these swear words to touch his ears, got up and wanted to leave: "My lord, I don't want to stay here."

Song Qingshi hesitated and got up to pay the bill.

But the sword cultivator said with a smile: "Who doesn't know that Mr. Wu Huan's appearance is overwhelming, his charm is natural, and he is so fascinated by the medicine king and immortal?"

Moxiu also smiled evilly: "As long as you enter Jinfeng Villa, who hasn't played with that slut? No matter how beautiful it is, it is something that the owner of Jinzhuang has toyed. It's very precious, I saw that Mr. Wu Huan's bed kung fu is unique, it can make men lose their souls, Song Xianzun has never tasted these things, and he can't stop."

"Hahaha, I really want to see it with my own eyes..."

Song Qingshi's face turned blue when he heard that, he wished he hadn't left early, he looked at Wuhuan cautiously, unable to guess the expression under the curtain.After thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't escape, and he had to do something that old men should do, so he rolled up the sleeves of his cassock and went to find a place for Yue Wuhuan.

Yue Wuhuan couldn't hold back, so he could only let him go.

Song Qingshi walked up to the two of them with arrogance, suppressed the nervousness of social fear, and knocked on the table heavily, constantly organizing cursing words in his heart.

The sword cultivator and the demon cultivator raised their heads, and saw a little beauty in white clothes, standing awkwardly in front of them, obviously very nervous but pretending to be calm, looked at them one after another, with pink lips wanting to speak, There seems to be a thousand words in it.

What's happening here?

Shouldn't it be because they are handsome that they want to recommend themselves as pillow seats?

Song Qingshi stumbled and said: "I, I..." He found that he really didn't know how to swear, so what should he swear more?

Most of the cultivators play meat and vegetables, and don't care much about men and women.The more the sword cultivator and the demon cultivator looked at it, the happier he felt, and felt that the beauty was so pure, so he hurriedly persuaded: "Don't worry, speak slowly, brother is waiting for you."

"Okay, don't worry," Song Qingshi took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked seriously, "Do you know who I am?"

Jianxiu smiled and wanted to touch his hand: "I don't know, dare to ask the beauty's name?"

Song Qingshi grabbed his restless wrist and said loudly, "Yaowanggu, Song Qingshi."

Jianxiu's expression was dull.

Song Qingshi's palms gradually tightened, and he said seriously, "It's the idiot whose house was on fire you just mentioned."

Jianxiu's wrist was pinched off.

Moxiu realized something was wrong and turned around to run away.

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, several poisonous needles were shot, and all kinds of strange rashes appeared on the two of them. They were painful and itchy, crying and crying, wishing to peel off the skin on their bodies.They wanted to scream, but a pill was sent into their mouths, their throats were hoarse, and they could no longer make a sound.

"Slandering Yaowanggu, you will be punished for seven days, and you will be banned for ten years if you speak badly!"

After Song Qingshi made the verdict coldly, he left two filthy wretches rolling all over the floor, and returned to Yue Wuhuan's side. He felt manly and behaved very well, and wanted to ask for praise.

Yue Wuhuan instantly realized what unbearable thoughts those two men had towards Song Qingshi, and he couldn't bear it. He uncontrollably grabbed Song Qingshi's hand that had touched Jianxiu, dragged it to the well water, and kept cleaning it with disinfectant soap: "You Don't touch that dirty thing, it's not clean..."

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, they were washed inexplicably.

Yue Wuhuan washed his hands for him, and finally realized that he had lost his composure.He thought for a while, picked up the soap gauze, and showed a gentle smile: "We will eat Tianxianglou's hand-caught mutton later. Your hands have touched poison and touched people. It is safer to wash them off."

Song Qing understood it in seconds.

It turned out that Yue Wuhuan was also infected with the little cleanliness of a medical student by him.