Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi finally overlapped the child with the red tear mole in his memory and the peerless beauty on the golden bird stand.

The person with good intentions heard the conversation, clapped his hands and laughed, "Xie Que's method is really wicked. When the little apprentice finds out the truth, the scene must be very interesting."

Jin Feizhi has received countless beauties since he cultivated immortality, but when he thinks of the scene where Yue Wuhuan came in, he is still full of interest: "That year, my [-]th birthday was celebrated by countless congratulators, so I set up a feast on this Langgan platform and invited All the friends celebrated together. Xie Que also came with Wu Huan. He seemed to tell Wu Huan that he was going to send him to Jinfeng Mountain Villa to learn swords from a teacher. When I asked the slave to inspect the goods, his expression of disbelief was really cute..."

Jin Feizhi casually messed up the long hair of the boy in white, forcing him to look at the beauty playing the flute on the golden bird stand, and then told everyone about the past in detail:

At that time, Yue Wuhuan had just grown up, wearing the Yuelan clothes that all disciples of the immortal sect liked, with a sword on his waist, his hair tied up with a simple white jade crown, his body smelled clean, his facial features were exquisite, and his phoenix eyes were clear. , with a dignified manner, not like a mortal origin, but like a young son of a family of immortals.

He earnestly bowed to the immortal elders at the banquet, and then told Jin Feizhi with full of expectation that he was already in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and he would work hard to learn swords in Jinfeng Villa in the future, live up to his master's expectations, and become like Mo Yuan. The powerful sword repair.At that time, everyone in the banquet laughed, and there was an ambiguous taste in the laughter.Yue Wuhuan realized something was wrong amidst the laughter, and wanted to back away, but Jin Feizhi had already stepped down, pulled up his hand, looked it over carefully, and said with a smile: "Such a beautiful hand is not suitable for sword practice, It is more suitable for serving people."

Yue Wuhuan's face turned pale, and he retracted his hands desperately.

Jin Feizhi let go of his hand and said with a smile, "Xie Xianchang, since you have brought good goods, let me inspect them."

The people at the banquet also booed and demanded to inspect the goods on the spot.

Yue Wuhuan watched helplessly as Master took out a red bead, turned his mind, and lost control of his body. He tried his best to stop his trembling hands from reaching his waist, and threw away his most cherished bead like garbage. long sword.Then, the belt fell off, and Yuelan's clothes fell off layer by layer, his self-esteem was clearly visible in front of everyone, and his little dream was crushed to pieces.

The sound during the banquet stopped, and all eyes were staring at the beautiful scenery in amazement.

Jin Feizhi couldn't help but sat up straight.

Yue Wuhuan struggled in the controlled spirit, wishing to die immediately, he looked at the master in pain, wriggling his beautiful lips hard, praying silently.Xie Que finally walked towards him, gently stretched out his hand, just like he used to touch his head and praise him every day.

Xie Que pulled off his white jade crown gently.

The white jade crown fell to the ground and was smashed into pieces.The slightly curly long hair spread out, hanging down to the waist like a waterfall, covering the enchanting acacia mark on the white back. The despair and helplessness in the dark golden phoenix eyes are enough to arouse any raging thoughts. The mole of tears makes people's hearts itch. The originally beautiful young man was controlled into a bewitching stunner.

Yue Wuhuan struggled, lowered his head, trying to hide his embarrassment in the darkness.

Xie Que grabbed Yue Wuhuan's long hair, pulled it back fiercely, and forced the young man who was already ashamed to look up, so that everyone could see clearly the beauty of this country.

"My vision is never wrong," he said with a smile.

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The sound of the flute became more and more lingering, and the depth of the lingering became more and more sad.

Song Qingshi's throat became stiff due to sadness, and he was a little out of breath. He gradually understood the meaning of what Yue Wuhuan said on the bank of the river.He seemed to see himself locked in a physical cage in the past. He shouted every day, but no one could hear his cry for help.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, and ticked off the answer in his mind.

What he wants to save is this beautiful and scarred bird.

Song Qingshi began to think crazily, how to take Yue Wuhuan away naturally.

At the end of the song, the sound of the flute stops, and the aftertaste is curling up.

The guests have already been teased, and some even made a fool of themselves.

Jin Feichi got up and announced boldly: "This is a plaything given to all the immortal friends by Jinfeng Villa tonight. Please enjoy it to the fullest."

Song Qingshi was startled and looked worriedly.Yue Wuhuan just raised his eyebrows, as if he was already used to such a scene, he winked at the fairy elder beside him indifferently, his beautiful calf stretched out under the feather skirt, shaking the bell on the golden shackles on his feet , shaking towards everyone, as if inviting a tasting.

The young master of Yueyin Sect saw it with enthusiasm, raised his hand to grab the foot, wanted to tear off the feather skirt, and dragged it to the side to play with.

Suddenly, screams came from outside the hall, the maids and servants ran away one after another, and a monster tiger broke in.Its eyes were red, and it looked at Yue Wuhuan and growled in a low voice, as if it saw a delicious prey.But Yue Wuhuan's eyes began to loosen, as if he had been drugged, he didn't know what fear was, and he walked towards the demon tiger step by step, as if he didn't know what it was...

Lingbao Xianzun said in surprise: "This is a program arranged by a friend tonight? What a big deal!"

The guests were drunk and felt extremely exciting, so they cheered one after another.

The boy in white finally couldn't help standing up, pushed Jin Feizhi away, and shouted: "Stop! Don't do this! This kind of thing...is over!"

Jin Feizhi was a little puzzled, he arranged for the demon tiger to hunt slaves tonight, but only ordinary slaves were used, how could he be willing to use such stunning beauty as Yue Wuhuan?But now the atmosphere of the guests is strong, and the less joyful they are, the less fun they are. If you dare to disobey my wishes, I will let you try this method."

The boy in white's face turned pale. He opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Seeing him approaching, the demon tiger became even crazier and lost its wits. It grabbed Yue Wuhuan's shoulder and bit it down.Yue Wuhuan's shoulder was torn open with a big bloody gash. He finally woke up from the confusion and shrank back. debris.

Song Qingshi finally found a suitable attack spell in the original body's memory. He turned the ghostly fire of the underworld into a fine needle of ox hair, and shot it at the demon tiger. .

Fortunately, the poison of the ghostly fire in the underworld spread quickly on the demon tiger. The demon tiger became stiff for a moment, and fell obliquely. After a while, it turned into boiling corpse water and disappeared.

Song Qingshi got up, walked towards Yue Wuhuan who was in a pool of blood, quickly sealed the wound, and ordered a few acupuncture points for first aid to stop the bleeding.

Yue Wuhuan was trembling in pain, panting non-stop, her beautiful face was covered in blood, she looked like a ghost.Looking at Song Qingshi, there was no joy of being rescued, only deep resentment and despair. Finally, before he fell into a coma, he said in a soft, almost inaudible voice: "I was actually blind..."

Song Qingshi stuffed a panacea in his mouth to keep his heart alive.

Jin Feizhi came over and said displeasedly: "Song Xianzun, why did you kill my demon tiger?"

This demon tiger is his treasure. It understands human nature and can protect the Lord.Much more valuable than a tired slave.

Song Qingshi recalled Yuanshen's usual tone of voice, and said coldly, "I want him."

Jin Feisi smiled but didn't smile: "Isn't the Immortal Venerable moved by this scumbag?"

Song Qingshi replied: "I want to use him to test the medicine."

He wants to use Yue Wuhuan to try various panaceas to restore his body to the same as before!

Under Song Qingshi's deliberate misleading, Jin Feizhi completely misunderstood the idea. The advantage of the wood-type spiritual root is that the body is born with strong resilience, which is a good choice for alchemists. .Now that the demon tiger is dead, there's no point in pursuing it, so it's better to take this opportunity to sell Song Qingshi's favor.

Song Qingshi took out a bottle of refining elixir from the mustard bag, didn't count much, and handed it directly to Jin Feizhi as compensation.Refining elixir is extremely beneficial to practice.It's just that the materials are very precious and the output is scarce, and the ones made by Yao Wang Xianzun are even more priceless in the market. If you take them out to compensate his demon tiger, if you want a slave who is tired of playing, half-dead, and doesn't know if he can save it, that is Sincerely...

Song Qingshi was afraid that he would not allow him, so he thought about it, and said again: "This tiger has been drugged, and its viciousness has become violent, and it has lost its mind. It can no longer be kept."

Jin Feizhi hurried down the steps, erased Yue Wuhuan's rosary beads and handed them over to Song Qingshi, and thanked him for discovering in time that he killed the demon tiger without hurting the guests on the field, and ordered people to investigate the demon tiger Being drugged and insane.

Song Qingshi politely bid farewell to the owner, rejecting his enthusiasm for sending some beauties.

He personally picked up Yue Wuhuan, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and walked out of this jade-built hell.

In hell, there are still many souls who cannot escape...

Behind the scenes, the laughter became farther and farther away.

The blood on Yue Wuhuan's face had been wiped away, and the crow's feather-like eyelashes were tightly closed, trembling slightly, fragile and beautiful.

Song Qingshi looked at him, and his heart gradually became firm.

He suddenly remembered the story his mother told him when he was a child:

There are thousands of dying fish swept up by the tide in shallow puddles on the beach.

He has no way to save all the fish, he can only release the dying fish in his hand to the free sea.

"Because, this fish cares."