Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Yue Wuhuan was stunned and did not speak for a long time.

His whole body seemed to have encountered a mistake and got stuck in a mechanism, and even his expression became stiff.

So far, Song Qingshi still doesn't understand what's going on?His little angel is a super student who doesn't need an abacus to read the ledger. Recently, he has started to study advanced mathematics. In his eyes, this kind of simple question is similar to one plus one, and he can calculate the answer in seconds.

An Long was confused by his unreasonable question: "Why do you keep rabbits and chickens together? If you want to know how many there are, just open the cage and count them. The person who did such a thing is not a fool." Bar?"

Song Qingshi ignored the math idiot next to him, the red lotus petals in his hand scattered into countless flaming thin knives, and with endless anger, they all rolled towards "Yue Wuhuan" in front of him, wishing to deceive his feelings and embarrass him Fakes kill a thousand cuts.

He should have discovered that this is not the more unhappy.

Yue Wuhuan is a stubborn and proud person, how could he die without killing those who hurt him?Even if he really got sick and couldn't control himself and wanted to kill himself, he would never choose to jump off in front of him, but would choose to disappear silently and secretly by himself, so that no one else could see his ugly appearance.

Song Qingshi was extremely annoyed and felt like an idiot, but the nightmarish scene on the Jinfengtai perfectly defeated his reason and made him lose his usual calmness, so he fell into the trap again and again, embarrassing himself.

Fortunately, Yue Wuhuan was not seen.

Otherwise, where would he put his face?

Song Qingshi quietly looked back at Alaska next to him, and warned softly: "Don't tell Wuhuan."

An Long looked at him with a sullen face and said nothing.

The fake "Yue Wuhuan" turned into fragments in the flames, Jinfeng Terrace slowly turned into nothingness, and the surrounding scenes began to disintegrate. Streets, pedestrians, and houses all disappeared like a dream, and then reorganized, and the surroundings became A dark, pungent stench came from all directions.

The world became a foul, disgusting swamp, dark and viscous, filled with the rotting remains of animals.

Song Qingshi covered his nose, took two steps back, and felt that this stench seemed familiar, as if he had smelled it before.

The cultivation base in his body was suppressed again, and he fell into the foundation building. The red lotus profound fire released from his hand was like a small flame, and many high-level spells could not be used.

Song Qingshi thought about it, sacrificed a few small red lotus fires, turned them into bright lights, and floated in the air to illuminate the surrounding scenery to see if there was any danger. Countless thorny thorns bind a person tightly.

This is the more unhappy.

Both the mask and the grimacing snake venom disappeared under the pressure of the nightmare, revealing a beautiful face that was so pale that it was almost bloodless.The thorns entangled his body, cut his clothes, and pierced countless scars. His lower body was soaked in the dirty swamp. He was like a beautiful prey caught in a spider web. He had lost the strength to struggle and could only wait quietly to rot. and death.

Yue Wuhuan has serious cleanliness and is extremely afraid of dirty things.

This world is his nightmare...

Song Qingshi was so sad that his heart ached.

He quickly took off the fox fur and wrapped it around his shoulders, then jumped down into the swamp without hesitation, and walked over step by step, regardless of the dirt.

His legs sank in the mud, his steps were difficult, his white robe was stained with pure black, and there was an unbearable stench everywhere, but he didn't care.

Guided by the red lotus lights, he stumbled to the thorns, stretched out his hand, and still drew countless bloodstains on his body with the thorns. He carefully touched the scarred bird, patted his face, and called softly He said: "Wuhuan? Wuhuan? Wake up..."

The long eyelashes fluttered slightly. The bird in the thorn cage finally woke up from its deep sleep and opened its beautiful eyes. The filth on his body and the stench lingering around his nose almost made him lose his mind in pain and wanted to pass out again. But he saw the white figure like a dream, and felt the smell of clean medicine in the filth. The hallucinations and reality were intertwined, making him a little uncertain where he was, and he confirmed hoarsely: "Qingshi? Is it you?" ?”

"It's me!" Seeing him awake, Song Qingshi said anxiously, "Don't be afraid, I will rescue you!"

"My lord, don't come here." Yue Wuhuan looked around and said in pain, "This place is very dirty, and I am also dirty, you will be dirty..."

Song Qingshi anxiously tore the thorns while comforting: "Don't be afraid! This is a dream! Go out and it won't be dirty!"

He tore off several thorns with violence, and his hands were pierced with countless blood spots. Then he came back to his senses and found that he was as stupid as a monkey, and he forgot to use the tools even though he had them.

Song Qingshi raised his hand to recall the Red Lotus Profound Fire in the air, carefully circumvented Yue Wuhuan's body, burned off the thorns one by one, and then tore off the last few thorns that were tightly entwined and strangled into the flesh with his hands.

Yue Wuhuan lost her restraint and gently fell into his arms.

Song Qingshi hugged him, quickly checked the injury, and found that Yue Wuhuan's legs and hands were seriously injured, almost to the point of being unable to move.

Why is this damn nightmare so real?

He was so distressed that he couldn't help asking, "What's going on?"

"I don't know," Yue Wuhuan said weakly, "When I woke up, I was trapped in this dirty swamp, my strength disappeared, my hands and feet were injured and I lost my mobility. I wanted to find you, and I struggled for a long time, but Can't escape..."

This sense of helplessness and despair is like him who was bound by the Acacia seal in the past.

He even struggled to death, but when he opened his eyes, he was in the same place again.

The Nightmare Heart Eater is like the worst game, with countless weapons inserted into the most vulnerable places in everyone's heart, the needle hits the nail on the head, the knife seals the throat, makes you lose your mind, lose your judgment, until you collapse and wake up But then fell into the same reincarnation again, never ending.

It is not a killing formation, but it is more disgusting than a killing formation.

Song Qingshi took off the white fox fur, and wrapped the person in his arms carefully, blocking all the filth and filth: "Is this better?"

On the white fox fur was the fragrance of herbs belonging to this person, which diluted the dirty breath.

Yue Wuhuan buried his head in the fox fur, took a deep breath, and felt much better. His mind and reason gradually recovered, and his hands and feet regained some strength.He looked at the dirty swamp around him, closed his eyes in pain, and prepared to get out of Song Qingshi's arms, enduring the deep-seated nausea, and slowly moved out.

Song Qingshi stopped his movements: "Your legs are hurt too much, don't get down...you close your eyes, cover your nose, don't look at the surrounding environment, let me carry you out."

He couldn't resist, so he put the person in his arms on his back.

Yue Wuhuan panicked and wanted to resist: "I can walk by myself."

"No, it's too dirty here," Song Qingshi pushed back his resistance unquestionably, "You don't like these dirty things, so lie on my back and don't move around."

Yue Wuhuan calmed down, looked at him covered in mud, and said in pain, "I don't like you getting dirty..."

"It's okay, my clothes are already dirty." Seeing that he was not moving around, Song Qingshi comforted him as he walked slowly towards the shore, "My cleanliness is not as bad as yours. The stench has little effect and can be tolerated. Dirty things It’s not that it can’t be removed, when we return to the shore, it will be clean after cleaning and disinfecting.”

Yue Wuhuan leaned down gently, hugged his shoulders, buried him around his neck, sniffed the comfortable breath, but felt more and more sad, and asked carefully: "What if... is something dirty that can't be washed off?" ?”

Song Qingshi replied casually: "Wash it a few times, and it will always be clean."

Yue Wuhuan buried his head lower and lower, he whimpered, "I can't wash it clean..."

Song Qingshi promised: "I will help you."

Hearing this answer, Yue Wuhuan couldn't help laughing, he knew that the two of them definitely didn't think the same thing, but he still felt a little sweet in his heart.He gently rubbed Song Qingshi's untucked soft hair, and then secretly kissed his earlobe, wanting to take that cute little thing into his mouth, but he couldn't...

Song Qingshi's earlobes were extremely sensitive, so he hurriedly ordered: "Don't touch there, it's itchy."

Yue Wuhuan lay down obediently, and said with a smile, "I was just not careful."

Even if it is walking in the dirty and smelly mud, as long as the two of them are together, it seems that it will not be uncomfortable.

Song Qingshi felt relieved. He remembered the embarrassing incident just now, and couldn't help asking: "Today, there are pheasant and rabbits in the same cage. There are 35 heads on the top and 94 feet on the bottom. How many are the pheasant and rabbits?"

Yue Wuhuan replied without hesitation: "There are twelve rabbits and twenty-three chickens. Why does the Lord ask this?"

"It's nothing." Song Qingshi was a little proud, "I should have known that you are a god of learning."

Yue Wuhuan plucked Jin Buyao who was dangling in his hair, and asked the question that he had thought about for a long time since seeing him: "My lord, what is this?"

Song Qingshi finally realized that he was still wearing a ridiculous woman's attire, his ears were so red that they were burning hot, he quickly explained what happened just now, and emphasized again: "I don't want to look ridiculous, don't laugh at me. "

Yue Wuhuan said softly: "Don't worry, in my eyes, nothing about you is ridiculous."

Song Qingshi felt relieved, still feeling a little wronged: "Wuhuan, why did I wear women's clothing in your nightmare?"

If he feels that he is not manly enough, he can try harder...

Yue Wuhuan was stunned, was this his nightmare?

……

An Long stood on the shore, staring blankly at the familiar scenery and the familiar story in front of him.

However, this time the happy protagonist in the story has changed.

He thought this was his dream. In the dream, he got that person, got the status he had longed for, saw the scenery he pursued every night, and returned to the place of the happiest memory. This dream is more beautiful than illusion Gu. , making him reluctant to leave.

all wrong...

He just watched in a nightmare that he lost everything, his territory was slowly eroded, and even the memory that he cherished in his heart that supported him through countless near-death situations, survived all the pain, and thought he was unique was also destroyed. Snatched away, smeared with other people's colors.

It turned out that all the efforts he thought were in vain.

It turned out that what he thought he had done was all a joke.

It turned out that the infatuation he thought he had was all in vain.

800 years of love, 800 years of sinking, he clearly knows that this feeling is like a moth to the flame, he can't ask for anything, he knows that he has made a mistake, but he still can't let it go, he can only pretend to be a dog, begging for mercy, Struggling hard, trying to find a chance.

He deserved everything, he deserved what he deserved.

An Long looked at the two talking and laughing in the swamp, his eyes hurt.

The long-lost voice in my mind reappeared, like the mocking of a devil:

"Wake up, this is your nightmare."