Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi thought it was bad to eavesdrop on other people's speech, but it was too late to leave.

"My lord." Yue Wuhuan keenly noticed his presence, dropped the leaf in his hand, nodded slightly to the man beside him, and signaled him to leave.The man didn't dare to twirl the tiger's beard of Yao Wang Xianzun, saluted, and hurriedly retreated. After walking away, he looked back at the beauty several times reluctantly.

No matter how dull Song Qingshi was, he still felt that something was wrong. He thought for a long time, and couldn't help but ask, "Wu Huan, is that your friend?"

"It's an acquaintance." Yue Wu laughed and walked over, and helped him to fix the messy hair on his head, and explained, "He helped me when I was injured, and I will remember it in my heart. Today, he wants to talk about it. Reminiscing about the old days, I said a few words with him here."

Song Qingshi understood: "He helped you? Then... he is a good man, you have to thank him very much."

Yue Wuhuan fixed his hair, looked at his innocent eyes, and said with a smile: "Yes."

How can there be so many good people in this world, and none of them can enter Jinfeng Mountain Villa to seek happiness? This Wu Jing is even more ridiculous. He likes to rescue those beauties who are injured and in distress, pretending to be shy and honest, and giving some small favors , Full of sweet words, vows of eternal love, coaxing the beauties to be devoted to him, love him to death, and when he gets tired of playing, he will just make up an excuse to dump him, watching these beauties feel happy for him.

There was once a stupid maid who couldn't think about it and killed herself.

Wu Jing shed a few tears hypocritically, wrote a few infatuated condolences, then turned around and went to "rescue" other beauties in distress.

Yue Wuhuan never begs for mercy between the beds, and he has a strong desire to die, he doesn't care to serve the tyrannical guests, and even deliberately provokes the sadistic desires of the guests, so he is punished in all the furnaces of Jinfeng Villa. The torture is the most.When Wu Jing met him, he happened to be punished so badly that he could barely get out of bed.

Such beauty, such fragility, such helplessness, is the best prey...

Wu Jing was moved by him, and it was inevitable that he would win. He launched a strong offensive, was courteous, gentle and considerate, and gave him medicine and jewelry, and told him some interesting stories from time to time.It's a pity that the endurance is not strong enough, and I can't control my desire. Seeing that his injury is slightly better, I coax and lie to want his body.

How could Yue Wuhuan fail to understand his dirty thoughts?However, he has no other choice in this matter, so he can only pretend to be foolish, and accompany the performance of this scene, and collect some information from the outside world by the way.I didn't expect that my acting was so good that I made this guy take it seriously, and I never forgot about his body. Now seeing his disfigurement, I thought that he was pitiful and fragile, and that he was a good prey to hook up with, so I wanted to trick him into playing with him again.

Disgusting, really disgusting...

The world is so dirty it's hard to breathe.

When Yue Wuhuan approached Song Qing, he quietly sniffed the fragrance of his hair, and felt better.

There is only this person in the world who treats him tenderly and never asks for anything in return.

……

The Red Dragon Sect arranged accommodation for them in a nearby town, but the town is very small and there is no hotel. Although the best courtyard has been cleaned up, it is just an ordinary small farmyard.

Yue Wuhuan detested the filth, so he cleaned Song Qingshi's room again, spread the full set of bedding he brought, and then left, saying that he wanted to go back to his own room to clean it, and to see what materials were nearby for cooking. of.

Song Qingshi wanted to help several times, but was rejected, so he sat obediently in the corner and read a book, not to cause trouble.

However, today for some reason... His heart was a little confused, and he couldn't read the book like never before. He clearly saw the words he liked the most, but he couldn't turn a page for most of the day. About the man, strange things were in my mind.

He has been in a coma for ten years and missed too many things...

Yue Wuhuan went out and wandered alone, probably met a lot of friends, right?

His little angel is so smart, kind, capable and quick-witted, there must be many people who really like him, right?

The teacher of the system said that let the protagonist be happy, does it mean that he should find someone he likes and start a new life?The man I met just now seems to be pretty good, tall and handsome, and he has saved Wu Huan, and he doesn't dislike his disfigurement in disguise, he seems to have a good character?If their relationship develops well and they want to form a Taoist couple, what should... what should they do?

Medicine King Valley has never held a wedding, so should it prepare a lot of dowry for Wu Huan?No, no, Wu Huan is a man, he should prepare the dowry, but it seems that this kind of saying is not right... He doesn't understand these emotional matters, and no one discusses them, in short, he should bless well, pay attention to his mouth, and prepare in advance Recite the manuscript, keep steady, don't overturn the car, and don't embarrass Wuhuan.

The more Song Qingshi thought about it, the more he panicked, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became...

Finally, he couldn't help standing up and decided to go out for a walk.

The sunset at dusk and the cool night breeze cleared up his confused mind a lot. He felt a little stupid and wanted to find something to do.

On the side of the road, some children were playing some kind of game. They wanted to push a big rock into the ditch, but they couldn't move it. Then you thought I was weak, and I thought you were useless, so they quarreled.

Song Qingshi watched for a while, walked over, and said to them: "You can try to use the principle of leverage."

The children looked at this handsome monk in bewilderment.

Seeing that they didn't understand, Song Qingshi picked up a branch, squatted down on the ground, drew a formula, and explained seriously: "Lever can be divided into labor-saving lever, labor-intensive lever and equal-arm lever. Now you want to move heavy objects, you should Using a low-effort lever, we figure out the weight of the stone, and then..."

The children looked at the formula on the ground, looked at him in horror, backed up again and again, turned around and fled, and asked their companions while fleeing:

"Is that a fool?"

"Crazy?"

"I think it might be the new wife."

"Mom, it's terrible!"

"..."

Song Qingshi squatted on the spot in a daze. After a long time, he dropped the branch in his hand, got up slowly, and then looked at the physics formula drawn on the ground, and smiled awkwardly. He had tried many times to communicate with people. However, every time I can't do it well, sometimes it irritates the other party, sometimes it is cold, and more often it is ignored...

He didn't even know where the failure was.

He shouldn't have forced it...

Song Qingshi sat quietly in the grass under the tree, listening to the crickets, watching the clouds under the moonlight constantly changing into various shapes in the sky, turning into dragons, birds, mice, and cats Son... It's so interesting to change and change, no matter how you watch it, you can never get tired of watching it.

He is used to living alone and doesn't feel lonely.

Let the dragon into the sea, send the phoenix to fly.

The patient is discharged when he is well.

It's fine for him to stay where he is alone...

……

Yue Wuhuan made dinner, but he couldn't see anyone, felt uneasy, searched around for a long time, and finally found Song Qingshi in a daze under the tree, thinking about something in his head, most likely it was an unfinished experiment problem.He heaved a sigh of relief, shook his head with a smile, and suddenly wanted to play a prank, so he made a light-hearted move, jumped up the tree quietly, watched secretly for a long time, confirmed that he didn't pay attention to himself, and suddenly shook his hand violently, the leaves were like The rain fell one after another, and people fell under the trees with heads and faces.

Song Qingshi was stunned by the leaves, and just about to use his spiritual sense to investigate, Danhuo fought back, when he heard the familiar laughter from the tree, he was a little embarrassed, and shouted: "Wuhuan."

Yue Wuhuan jumped down and landed beside him, and asked with a smile: "My lord, aren't you afraid of enemy attacks?"

"You don't have a murderous aura," Song Qingshi explained, "My You Huo will automatically release when it encounters a murderous aura, so don't worry."

Yue Wuhuan was stunned for a moment, and said seriously: "Don't tell others about this casually, otherwise you will be targeted and set a trap."

"Only you know about this," Song Qingshi was afraid that he would be worried, so he hurriedly said, "I'm not a fool, how could I tell others about life-saving things casually, even if something is discovered during the battle, there will be no survivors if You Huo is released, don't be afraid of them messing around explain."

Yue Wuhuan was helpless: "Why did you tell me?"

Song Qingshi thought for a while: "You are not someone else." It's his little angel.

Yue Wuhuan felt relieved and asked again:

"My lord, what are you doing here?"

"I'm looking at the clouds."

"cloud?"

"Ah."

"I see too."

"Huh? Wuhuan likes this? But... everyone says it's boring," Song Qingshi shook off the fallen leaves on his body, turned around in surprise, and saw that he was already sitting next to him, and hurriedly said, "There is nothing in the sky. Just watching the clouds come and go, you don’t need to accompany me, you can do what you want.”

Yue Wuhuan looked at him, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger: "No matter what it is, if the two of you are together, it won't be boring."

Song Qingshi stared at him blankly, for some reason, his ears were a little hot and his eyes were a little wet.

Fortunately, the darkness of night prevented this gaffe.

Yue Wuhuan didn't speak anymore, just sat quietly and accompanied him quietly... It was obviously still that boring thing, but with company, he really became happier, just like in the study before, no matter what everyone said I don’t even do it, just read a book, and I find it more interesting than usual.

What is this feeling?Are there theoretical explanations in the book?

Song Qingshi thought hard for a long time, but couldn't think of an answer.

This is a feeling he has never experienced before, and it cannot be described, but he likes it very much.

If he tries harder to be nice to Yue Wuhuan, can this feeling last longer?

Would it be too selfish?

Song Qingshi took a peek at Yue Wuhuan and found that he seemed to be in a very good mood, so he finally mustered up the courage to ask, "That person today is your good friend, right? You and him..." He didn't know what words to use to describe your problem.

Yue Wuhuan came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "The lord was joking, he and I are not very close friends, but just a little friendship."

Song Qingshi stumbled and said: "He saved you, me, should we give some thanks..."

"Well, don't worry, my lord, I have prepared a thank you gift for him and have already delivered it." Yue Wuhuan's smile became brighter and brighter, with an unclear light in his eyes, "Although I don't know if Wu Daxia likes it or not, but he He is a good person, and he will definitely not refuse the gift, embarrassing me."

Song Qingshi asked worriedly: "If he doesn't like it, do I need to prepare another gift?"

"No need," Yue Wuhuan suddenly paused, as if he was distracted, and after a while, he laughed again.His voice became a little low, and his breath fluttered for a few times, as if he was enduring some extreme happiness. He took a few deep breaths, readjusted his emotions with love lock, and then slowly approached Song Qingshi, leaning his head gently on his shoulder Rubbing for a while, he said softly, "He's going back overseas soon, if... the Lord can meet him next time, it's okay to send him off again."

Song Qingshi said happily, "Okay."

Yue Wuhuan greedily looked at the people around him, letting the beautiful phoenix eyes under the golden mask be stained with lust.

He has already laid a trap, and finally ushered in a delicious prey.

……

In a secluded and quiet room, there is a faintly beautiful figure in the dark and heavy veil. The prey avoids everyone, sneaks in quietly, and then touches the brocade quilt, ready to have a good tenderness with the beauty who has already been lying in it , Relive the mandarin dream.

However, he touched a cold and stiff hand.

The prey realized the breath of the trap, made a decisive decision, and quickly twisted the beauty's neck.

The beauty with a broken neck turned around in horror and let out a strange laugh: "Giggle——"

The prey was horrified to find that this was not a living person, but a dead body poison puppet, its face was covered with messy and horrible needle marks, like a horror doll coming out of hell.He was so frightened that he wanted to run away, and ran a few steps, but found that his body gradually lost control. He wanted to call for help, but his throat became stiff and he couldn't make any sound.

The poisonous puppet crawled like a spider, entwined him with twisted hands and feet, and injected more venom.

Immediately afterwards, countless blood king vines spread from all directions, entangled, twisted, and then penetrated into his body from his mouth and skin, wreaking havoc inside, breaking bones inch by inch, crushing internal organs bit by bit, and then slowly Sucking away blood, corroding and devouring...

The hunter was hunted instead, and the moth that fell into the spider's web watched itself go to death.

With no chance of escape, only desperation...

Hell was exactly where he belonged.

……

Yue Wuhuan sat with Song Qingshi for a long time, until the blood king vines disposed of everything, found a place to hide the poisonous puppet, cleaned the scene cleanly, leaving no traces, and then destroyed those few vines with divine sense The vines that were soiled by the disgusting things regrew new ones... Finally got up and said: "Master, it's getting late, the sweet-scented osmanthus syrup I made for you should be cold, right?"

Song Qingshi quickly jumped up: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Yue Wuhuan said with a smile: "Sorry, I was thinking about something important just now, so I forgot."

"It turns out that you will be distracted like me?"

"Occasionally..."

"are you uncomfortable?"

"No."

……

The two talked and laughed, and drifted away.

Under the eaves, there are hungry spiders carefully weaving their webs, waiting patiently for the white butterflies flying in the air.

This is a real meal.