Mistakenly Saving the Villain

That night, Song Qingshi hugged Yue Wuhuan tightly in his arms, desperately comforting him, speaking incoherently throughout, philosophy, medicine, and sociology theories took turns, and when he was excited, he burst out English, German and Latin, let alone Yue Wuhuan. I don't understand, even he himself doesn't know what he is talking about.

At least, with the right attitude...

Yue Wuhuan had already recovered, he quietly smelled the comfortable fragrance of the medicine on his body, and listened to those messy but reassuring words, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly, a little bit bitter.

He has long known that he can't hide it for the sake of temporary security, and wait for others to present these dirty pasts in front of Song Qingshi to sow discord and smear them at will.So during the trip to Lecheng, even if Song Qingshi didn't find these picture albums, he would take the initiative to lure him to the bookstore, pretending to let him see them casually, and then while he still likes him, be honest, fight for sympathy and promises, and break up. Interested people use this opportunity to make a fuss.

so ridiculous...

It was obviously something that had been prepared for a long time ago, but the moment Song Qingshi opened the picture album, he was still so embarrassed that he couldn't bear it.What's even more embarrassing is that even though Song Qingshi saw such things, there was anger and sympathy in Song Qingshi's eyes, but no desire at all. This made him realize more clearly that the two people's likes are different.

In the Song and Qing dynasties, liking was appreciation, cherishment, and love.

What he likes is monopoly, aggression, and desire.

Yue Wuhuan greedily kissed the tip of his hair, thinking about it like crazy...

Why do you see more good things about this person every time you are tempted?

How could he let it go?

How nice would it be to meet this person while he was clean?

The venom of resentment spread from his heart to his whole body. He hated thanking him so much, hating Jin Feizhi and everything that dirty himself, and hating this disgusting world so much. He wanted to destroy all the places outside Yaowang Valley, It is enough for the world to leave only a piece of pure land and only one person...

……

After this incident, the two rested their minds on visiting Le City, rested casually for the night, and set off for Yaowang Valley the next morning.

During the Song and Qing Dynasties, they studied various schemes to disguise Yue Wuhuan and hide his identity.

He even thought about undergoing plastic surgery to change his face, but he couldn't bear to destroy this perfect face after all...

Suddenly, the sound of monks fighting came from the forest.

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, the fairy beasts stopped and took a look, but they saw that it was two golden core monks fighting for their lives. The two sides fought with swords and magic weapons all over the sky. After fighting for about two quarters of an hour, the monk in black was defeated miserably, and the monk who defeated him was defeated. He took away his magic weapon and mustard seed bag, and hurried away with his sword.

This kind of drama of killing people and seizing treasures is not uncommon in the fairy world, and no one can determine the identities and grievances of the two parties.

Therefore, unless you know one of the parties, you will not interfere in this matter.

Song and Qing followed the laws of this world and didn't want to get involved in these messy things. After watching for a while, they were ready to drive away with the fairy beast.

Yue Wuhuan stopped him: "Master, let's go and see, maybe the person is not dead yet."

After he finished speaking, he drove the fairy beast to the monk in black. Song Qingshi hurriedly followed after seeing this.

Although the black-clothed monk still had breath, he was seriously injured. There were seven or eight sword cuts on his body, some internal organs were also damaged, and he was unconscious. If he left him alone, he might not live for long.

In order to avoid trouble, Yaowang Valley never accepts patients with unknown origins.

Song Qingshi frowned, a little hesitant.

Yue Wuhuan squatted down, put on gloves, carefully inspected the black monk's wound, and then asked: "My lord, you recently taught me the method of suturing and wound healing. I have learned it, but I lack my own hands." A chance to practice. Can you bring this wounded man back to Medicine King Valley so that I can heal him and practice his medical skills?"

The protagonist Shou is still kind-hearted even though he encounters ugliness, and he may become a famous doctor who can help the world in the future.

Song Qingshi sighed for a long time, and immediately agreed to help the patient with emergency treatment, then put the fairy beast and took it back.

In the Valley of Medicine Kings, Song and Qing shi placed patients in quiet wards.

This was the first patient Yue Wuhuan took over. He was extraordinarily attentive. He not only sewed up all the wounds, but also made medicine to feed the patient, kept recording vital signs, and asked for advice on everything, just in case there was a slight mistake.Song Qingshi also had to lament that he is highly talented, he can do everything right, every step is done perfectly, and the medical records are well written, there is almost nothing to criticize. After the patient's injury shows obvious signs of improvement, he He rest assured to leave this matter to Yue Wuhuan.

It has been three days since the monk in black woke up. He smelled the scent of medicine in the room, moved the wound a little, and found that it was tightly bandaged. Knowing that he was rescued, he was very happy.He raised his head to thank his benefactor, but saw a bright and beautiful face that he had never forgotten.

"Yes, you saved me?" the black-clothed friar murmured.

Yue Wuhuan took care of him by the hospital bed for a long time, and when he saw him awake, he bowed his head and said: "I have seen the immortal elder."

The black-clothed monk's name is She Yun, and he is a demon cultivator, not much of a character.Two years ago, he was lucky enough to visit Jinfeng Mountain Villa with his friends. Originally, they were not qualified to meet such a stunning beauty as Yue Wuhuan. However, the beauty did not serve the distinguished guests well that night. As a punishment, he was drugged and rewarded to them. have fun.

Distracted phoenix eyes, coquettish mole of tears, ecstatic voice, imprint of imprisonment.

The joy of that night will never be forgotten.

No matter what kind of brothel he was looking for, he didn't have such a taste anymore.

She Yun looked at Yue Wuhuan closely, feeling thirsty in her throat.Under the control of He Huan Yin, the slave has no ability to hurt others, so what is the beauty trying to save him?Could it be that he still remembers himself...

Under the scorching eyes, Yue Wuhuan lowered his head slightly, poured out the potion that had been warmed for a long time in the pot, carefully served him to eat it, and then said with a smile: "The medicine is bitter, let me take a sugar pill. "

With his fair fingers, he put the sugar pill into She Yun's mouth.

The beautiful eyes looked at him, full of tenderness and anticipation.

She Yun was so dizzy that she couldn't think, the sugar pill melted in the mouth, and there seemed to be some weird bitterness inside.

Yue Wuhuan waited for him to finish taking the medicine, and got up to clean up the house. He piled all the sundries in the room to a corner, leaving only an empty small table and chairs, and then put on a pair of thin monster leather gloves.

She Yun asked expectantly, "Do you remember me?"

Yue Wuhuan came back and looked at him with a luster in his eyes: "The Immortal Elder made Nu very happy, and I dare not forget each other."

In the past, he was like a flower branch that has been artificially pruned. Although he is beautiful but too pretentious, now he has his own color, which is even more dazzling, and he is even more beautiful than before. If Jin Feizhi sees it, he will regret it Let go of such stunning looks, right?

She Yun felt his mouth was dry, his heart beat faster, his whole body felt weak, and his lower body gradually started to react.

Yue Wuhuan glanced at him, and smiled even more charmingly. With his fingertips, he gently slid across She Yun's chest, picked up the shirt, and then pressed it heavily, and said ambiguously: "Today, I want to have sex with Xian again. Have a long and happy life, okay?"

She Yun was so teased that she couldn't believe that such a good thing would happen, she quickly promised: "I am happy with you, if you are rejected by the master, I would like to take you back."

Yue Wuhuan smiled happily as if hearing something interesting.

Immediately afterwards, She Yun saw Yue Wuhuan pasted a sound-forbidden enchantment circle on the door, and then took out a bunch of strange small tools from the mustard bag and put them on the table covered with white cloth, knives, scissors, Pliers, saws, and some horrible instruments I don’t know what they are, and then introduce them one by one: "This is a scalpel, this is surgical scissors and bone scissors, and this is curved forceps..."

She Yun sensed something was wrong and wanted to struggle to get up, but found that she lost control of her hands and feet and couldn't move.

"You have taken the Puppet Pill. I haven't made it very successfully. I can't control your actions, but it is enough." Yue Wuhuan put on his robe, put on a mask, picked up a scalpel, and asked with concern, "Now you Apart from not being able to move your body, you feel everything, right?"

She Yun was surprised and angry: "Aren't you controlled by He Huan Yin?"

Yue Wuhuan let out a mocking chuckle, but there was no human emotion in his eyes, only the madness and longing that was about to overflow, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Please, please, don't do this." She Yun finally realized what was going to happen, and begged frantically, "Let me go!"

This night was like that night, when the devil faced the helpless lamb, he had no mercy, no kindness, only cruel teasing.

The scalpel fell heavily, and the wailing sound continued for a long time.

"Are you comfortable being inserted?"

The devil happily repeated what he had said word by word:

"Come, let me enjoy the bliss of this world..."

"Please me with your vile body..."

"Screw it well, scream it to the point of ecstasy..."

"..."

Yue Wuhuan looked at the dirty blood on his hands, but his heart was very satisfied.

It turned out that he was really crazy.

……

It was late at night, and Song Qingshi was still sitting on the Arhat bed in the library reading a book, and suddenly found that Yue Wuhuan was leaning against the door and looking at himself. He took a bath at some time, wearing a newly made red unlined garment, exuding a mixture of orchids and medicinal herbs. The smell of the smell, the hair is also wet, casually curled up, and the mood seems to be very good.

Song Qingshi raised his hand and signaled him to come up: "Take a bath so late? Be careful of catching a cold."

"The clothes came across some dirty things, so I washed them all," Yue Wuhuan obediently sat on the Arhat's bed, and opened a book casually, "I can't sleep, I want to read a book with the Lord, okay?"

Song Qingshi naturally welcomed him and pushed the snacks on the table towards him.

"By the way," Yue Wuhuan said casually, "The monk who was rescued a few days ago woke up and insisted on leaving, so I let him go."

Song Qingshi was slightly stunned: "Gone? His injury hasn't healed yet."

Yue Wuhuan said: "I see that he seems to have some personal concerns, so I don't want to ask more."

Song Qingshi was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he persuaded him: "Patients who are forcibly discharged from the hospital can't be controlled, just let him go."

Yue Wu laughed and said, "It's okay, he paid me, so it's not a debt."

Song Qingshi saw that he didn't take it seriously, so he put the matter aside and concentrated on studying.

Yue Wuhuan leaned over lazily, smelling his breath with satisfaction.

The crazy killing intent gradually dissipated, and the bloodthirsty desire gradually calmed down.

This is his pure land.

The author has something to say: Song Xueba: That patient is really disrespectful, disobedient, he was just discharged from the hospital if his injury didn’t heal, and he won’t accept him next time.

Yue Wuhuan: Good.

(The questions about medicine in the article are all based on Du Niang’s information. If something is wrong, real medical students and doctors will hit me...)