Mistakenly Saving the Villain

An Long let go, and began to ask about the catastrophe.

Song Qingshi was also very depressed: "I don't know, Lei came here suddenly."

"Did you do research that violated the laws of nature? Or did you refine the elixir against the sky? The enemy framed it?" An Long made countless guesses about this matter, but he couldn't think of such an unheard of situation as Yue Wuhuan's foundation building and catastrophe. Things, and according to his investigation, the intensity of the Heavenly Tribulation at that time was equal to that of the Nascent Soul Transcending the Calamity, so the blame can only fall on Song Qingshi, "Could it be that you were distracted by trying to cross the catastrophe?"

Song Qingshi resolutely denied: "There is nothing! It is God's fault!"

As a rigorous scientific researcher, he doesn't think this matter has anything to do with Yue Wuhuan. Neither Jin Feizhi nor Xie Que was punished by God. Yue Wuhuan is just a mortal, kind and gentle, how could he be punished by God? ?This thunder calamity is purely a coincidence!

He guessed: "Maybe the magic cultivator failed to cross the tribulation, and used the technique of borrowing his life to transfer the thunder to me."

The Art of Borrowing Fate is a forbidden art lost by the Demon Sect. It is said that it can transfer the fatal damage to others to others.

Yue Wuhuan had been sold to Jinfeng Villa for many years and had no status, so it was not difficult to get his fate.

The two guessed and guessed but couldn't guess the result, so they could only put this matter aside for the time being.

Song Qingshi once again tried to reason with the unreasonable Alaska: "The incident happened suddenly, and I didn't have time to leave any explanation. Yue Wuhuan doesn't know you well, and even has some grudges, so how dare he ask you for help? If he doesn't seal Yaowanggu, If this leaks out, I really won’t be able to live.”

An Long sneered: "You don't know that kid's wrist, I thought you fell into his hands after being seriously injured and were controlled."

Song Qingshi was baffled: "If you want to seize the medicine Wanggu, you can kill me directly, why bother to control it after treatment?"

An Long wished he could put his mind in the water to wake up: "You don't understand men!"

Song Qingshi felt that he was humiliating himself: "I am a man, how can I not understand men?"

An Long said angrily: "Have you never thought that he covets your beauty?!"

Song Qingshi was silent. He stared into Anlong's eyes for a long time, suspecting that there might be something wrong in it, otherwise it would be impossible not to see that Yue Wuhuan's beauty is more than ten times better than his, not to mention that Yue Wuhuan is the protagonist's subject. , alluring, gentle and lovely, only others covet his share, okay? !

An Long also realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and turned his head bitterly and stopped talking.

Song Qingshi thought about what he just said, and found new doubts: "Why do you feel that Yue Wuhuan wants to harm me?"

After An Long suspected that something happened in Yaowang Valley, he kept investigating Yue Wuhuan's movements. Whether it was the secret realm or the platform of life and death, what he did was far beyond the scope of what a foundation-building monk could do. He used all means to be cruel to others. Be harder on yourself, nothing is normal in the way you act or think.

Immortal Realm mentioned him no longer as Mr. Wuhuan, but as that lunatic instead.

"Listen to me," An Long organized his speech, preparing to sue Song Qingshi, telling him to beware of dangerous people, "that guy is in the secret realm..."

Suddenly, someone broke into the guarded range of divine sense and interrupted his narration.

Holding a new refreshment, Yue Wuhuan appeared in front of the two with a smile on his face, and poured a cup of tea for An Long himself: "What interesting thing is An Xianzun talking about?"

An Long didn't expect those bluffing Gu worms to keep him trapped for long, seeing him appearing brazenly, he was about to open his mouth to despise him.

Yue Wu smiled and asked: "You are not concerned about my illness, are you?"

An Long's full stomach was suddenly blocked. He looked at Song Qingshi who was bewildered next to him, and then at the lunatic in front of him. He suddenly realized that he must not say the crazy things Yue Wuhuan did, otherwise wouldn't he be in trouble? Are you saying he's sick?

Song Qingshi attached great importance to his mental illness. If he knew that his illness was not cured, he would never dislike him. He would only love and take care of him in every possible way...

An Long gritted his teeth, and decided to reorganize his language, saying that he was not crazy, but purely vicious and black-hearted.

Yue Wuhuan turned around, poured tea for Song Qingshi again, glanced at the tooth marks on his arm, and asked with a smile: "My lord is just recovering from a serious illness, how about I prepare some medicinal food for you? A few days ago, I got sick in the secret realm A purple cloud ginseng is the most suitable for nourishing."

An Long's full stomach was blocked again, and he remembered most of the things Yue Wuhuan did. Now it seems that it was really to find medicine for Song Qingshi, and he couldn't hide it if he wanted to lie.It would be fine if Song Qingshi was really killed, but now that Song Qingshi is sitting here in good order, it's all due to this evildoer. Is he suing or inviting rewards for the other party?

The remaining few small things like murder are not worth mentioning in the fairy world.

He himself killed many more people than that...

As for the matter of being injured by a trap when you forced your way into the Valley of the Medicine King, you can't even worry about it.

An Long tasted the indescribable feeling of being angry with himself into a puffer fish in Song Qingshi. He gritted his teeth and said, "This guy didn't do anything special in the secret realm. The left and right are just common treasure hunting, which is pretty good."

Yue Wuhuan sat down with a pure face, nodded and said: "Thank you for your praise."

"You're welcome," An Long picked up the cup and couldn't help but sneer, "Is there no poison in this tea?"

Yue Wuhuan said seriously: "An Xianzun really loves to joke, I stopped using such vulgar tricks many years ago."

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Song Qingshi hugged the well-behaved Haolong, then looked at Anlong on the left, and Yue Wuhuan on the right, feeling as dull as he knew that the two were incompatible, the atmosphere was terrible.However, he didn't know how to persuade him. After all, Yue Wuhuan's trap hurt An Long, and it was impossible for An Long to make Yue Wuhuan suffer less.

The best way to deal with a fight is to isolate first.

Song Qingshi was about to ask the medicine servant to take Anlong back to Jingxin Bieyuan, and to accompany Yue Wuhuan back to Fuling Palace.

Suddenly, he looked at An Long's leather armor and felt something was wrong.In the Song and Qing dynasties, he studied medicine for many years, and was a bit of a cleanliness freak. He usually wore white clothes and disliked getting dirty.An Long is aware of this, so every time he comes to Yaowang Valley, he will clean himself up, even if it is a prank or a manipulation, he will never toss him in this regard.

Now An Long's body was covered with stinky mud. He carried it all the way, leaving several dirty spots on his cassock.

The cleaning spell is a basic spell that every monk in the fairy world knows, and it can remove the dirty things on the body in an instant.

Why didn't Anlong use it?

Song Qingshi thought for a while, stretched out his divine sense to investigate, his face changed slightly, he immediately supported Haolong, stood up forcefully, limped towards Anlong, pulled him, and said seriously: "Xiaobai has some injuries on his body, I Take you to rest and get some medicine by the way."

Seeing his appearance, An Long's heart softened instantly, and he stretched out his hand: "Hey, do you need me to carry you?"

Song Qingshi shook his head and stepped on the red lotus: "I'm not disabled, how can I be carried around by you?"

What he can do by himself, he is more used to doing by himself...

Yue Wuhuan lowered his eyes, and silently put away the tea set on the table.

Song Qingshi pulled An Long, took him to the Jingxin Bieyuan where he always lived, ordered him to lie down, and then used his fairly flexible right hand to check the injury. Seeing that he had discovered the truth, An Long stopped holding on and finally took off his body. black leather armor.

How could it be possible for the person who forcibly broke the poisonous mist formation in Yaowang Valley to be unscathed?

He was trapped in the poisonous mist for several days. Under the leather armor, dried blood and dark swamp mud were mixed together, sticking to the flesh, and there were dots of black spots corroded by toxins on his chest and abdomen, which had spread over time. A lot, gradually seeped to the bone.This poison is called "Bone Drunkenness". It is the most terrifying chronic poison in "Nie's Poison Classic". mud.

Song Qingshi despised this poison for being too cruel, never used it, and hadn't set it in the poisonous mist formation, so they didn't notice it for a while.

Although An Long used Gu worms and a special detoxification pill to delay the onset of the toxin, but after so long, the toxin had already reached the surface of the bone, causing severe pain.It's just that at the beginning he was anxious to ask about many things in his mind, and then Yue Wuhuan suddenly appeared, and he refrained from talking about it for the sake of face.

"You are always like this," Song Qingshi used his spiritual power to seal the spreading toxin for him, and then used the ghost fire to draw the toxin out, and couldn't help cursing, "If you cut a hole with your finger, you can find me and roll all over the floor, You were really seriously injured, but you refused to make a sound, and pretended to be fine, don’t you know the pain? If you drag on, your bones will all be broken, and I can’t help you!”

An Long remained silent, allowing him to detoxify and heal his wounds.

Song Qingshi's special skills are not afraid of all poisons, he can absorb other people's toxins into himself, and then dissolve them.

The black ghost fire kept turning, pumping out toxins bit by bit.

"He put on this poison in the poison formation because he wants to kill me." The severe pain on An Long's body gradually disappeared, and he said heavily, "I don't blame him, the battle in the fairy world is unreasonable. It's a fight to the death. Since I broke into Yaowang Valley alive and met you, he is the loser. In Qing Dynasty, I just thought of 28 ways to kill him, eight of which you can't stop."

Song Qingshi stopped the fire in his hand, raised his head, and looked at him vigilantly.

"I know you want to say that I am a Nascent Soul cultivator," An Long knew what he wanted to say, and interrupted first, "but Yue Wuhuan is not an ordinary foundation-building monk! No foundation-building monk has a physique close to Jindan , there are blood king vines, there are poisonous ones, there are so many strange formations, there are unimaginable hidden weapons, and there are swordsmanship that can't be practiced in the mother's womb! There are so many calculations! If he continues to develop, It will definitely become my confidant!"

I thought it was an ant, but in a blink of an eye, it became a climate, and he was also mistaken.

Although it is not a big deal now, all monks know that the danger should be killed at the seedling stage.

Song Qingshi murmured: "But, you didn't kill him."

An Long closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "If you kill him, will you forgive me? Won't you fight me to the death?"

"No," Song Qingshi shook his head firmly, "he saved my life."

An Long slowly pulled up his left hand, lowered his head, looked at the skin on it that was more delicate than other places, and said in a sad voice, "If... the person next to me at that time was me, you would not be hurt at all, I will give my all I will keep you safe. But...you never gave me a chance. "

He is strong, he is fierce, he is rough and fleshy, he is dead-skinned, he is not submissive, he is disobedient.

He is a vicious wolf who wants to pretend to be a dog, but he can't pretend.

Song Qingshi knew that he should say something comforting, but no matter what he said, he felt powerless.

"I don't blame you, it's my fault, I can't let it go, this is the punishment I deserve," An Long pulled him into his arms, buried him on his neck, and gently sniffed the breath of reluctance, he finally He let out a hurt whimper, "Qingshi, I hurt..."

The author has something to say:

An Long: I thought you were locked up in a dark room!

Song Qingshi: I was in a small black room, how did you know?