Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi stood in front of the restaurant, listening to the boss's crazy sales.

"Who comes to the flower festival and doesn't drink flower wine? Don't get me wrong, sir, I'm not talking about those messy flower wines," the boss thought he made a joke that any man could understand, but then found that the other party had a serious expression and didn't smile at all, as if listening I didn't quite understand, so I changed my tone, "Our Nanhai City is rich in flowers. This is a fine wine made from eight kinds of flowers. It is called Beauty Drunk. It tastes sweet and has a strong flavor. It will only be sold during the Flower Festival. The quantity is limited. there is none left."

Is this wine sweet?Or limited edition?

Men's resistance to limited editions tends to drop.

Song Qingshi immediately took out the Lingshi and bought an altar.

He went out to find that shameless painter to do business. Now that the business is done, he wants to go back to the inn to find Yue Wuhuan, but the buildings in Nanhai City are very similar, and there are flowers everywhere. I made a wrong intersection and accidentally walked to the night market.

The night market at the Flower Festival is very prosperous. There are singing operas on the left, monkey shows on the right, and many things that have never been seen before.

So the night in South China Sea City is like this?

Song Qingshi couldn't restrain his curiosity. He thought that after returning to Yaowang Valley this time, he might not be able to see such a scene again, so he couldn't help but look at it a few more times. As a result, he was miserably sold and bought a lot of messy things.There are beautiful gems, beautiful red fabrics, the legend of Sword Master Mo Yuan, and the owner of the kneader made a beautiful little phoenix.

For some reason, most of the tourists in the night market are in pairs, holding hands, laughing and chatting, very intimate.

After Song Qingshi bought the wine, he couldn't help but ask the boss.

The boss was amused by him: "Don't you know that the night of the Flower Festival in South China Sea City has another name, called Lover's Festival?"

Song Qingshi shook his head, this information was not included in the tour guide information he compiled.

Ye Yuge is irresponsible in his work, and he will condemn Xianjun Ye Lin's professional attitude when he goes back.

"This is an old tradition of flower festivals. The festival during the day is a carnival for everyone, and the night market at night is a romance for lovers. We are a city that never sleeps. If you don't have a partner, you can find one. You look good, you must be It's very easy, do you want me to introduce it to you?" The boss enthusiastically suggested, "Find a beauty and drink beauty drunk together, which will be even sweeter to the bone."

When Song Qingshi heard about the beauty, he remembered Yue Wuhuan's face for some reason.

He was a little flustered, and quickly refused: "No, I have a companion, who is very beautiful, no...not the kind of companion you mentioned."

As long as his mind is disturbed, his speech will be in a mess.

The more the boss listened, the more confused he became, and he couldn't help leaning closer to listen carefully: "What kind of companion? Male companion? Female companion?"

Before the words were finished, several blood-red vines fell from the roof, cracking the ground and separating the two of them severely.

Yue Wuhuan stood high on the roof, his long black hair was blown messy by the night wind, his belt was not fastened, the collar of his inner jacket was turned up, and there were several wrinkles in the hem of his red brocade clothes, which broke his usual prudence. Acting cautiously.The phoenix eyes under the golden-winged mask were full of irrepressible madness, and the rosy lips were tightly pressed together, pulling upwards slightly, as if they wanted to draw out the usual gentle smile, but they couldn't.

The Blood King Vine was crawling on the ground, and each branch branched out into countless twigs. The branches and leaves became more and more dense, and everyone in South Sea City had seen this terrible thing on the city wall, and they were terrified.

The owner of the restaurant was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, rolling and crawling, trying to get out of here.

The guests also realized that something was wrong and fled away one after another.

Song Qingshi hugged the wine jar and tried to comfort everyone: "It's okay."

His consolation had no effect, and in an instant, everyone ran away.

The Blood King Vine rose from the ground and quickly climbed up his limbs and body, criss-crossing and imprisoning him one after another, like countless angry spider threads catching the prey that fell into the net, and entangled him for a long time. Circle and circle, lest they escape.

Song Qingshi subconsciously wanted to raise the pill fire to burn off the bondage, but suddenly remembered that the blood king vine was connected to the soul, and it would hurt and hurt if it was broken.He quickly put the fire back, still using the blood king vine to pull himself into the air, dragged him to Yue Wuhuan like a sacrifice, and sent him into his arms.

"My lord," Yue Wuhuan lowered his head, tasted the breath on his neck with his lips, then slowly climbed up, and gently licked his sensitive earlobe with the tip of his tongue, as if savoring the taste happily, but his voice was extremely aggrieved "I woke up and couldn't see you, so I was worried."

Song Qingshi explained seriously: "I just came out to do some errands and buy something by the way."

The blood king vines on his body became tighter and tighter, as if they wanted to isolate the breath of the outside world.

Yue Wuhuan's voice was even more aggrieved: "Master, the night here is dirty everywhere, don't run around, don't leave my side, okay?"

These years, the more he walked outside, the more he felt that the whole world was dirty. If he hadn't been afraid of An Long, he had to deal with this shit. Those shameless bad guys hurt, or fell into the sludge.

Song Qingshi wanted to pat him on the shoulder to comfort him, but he couldn't move, so he nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

As the night wind blew, Yue Wuhuan gradually calmed down, adjusted his breathing, and realized what mistake he had made.

The Blood King Vine loosened one by one, releasing the person...

Yue Wuhuan's face turned pale, his body trembled slightly, and he apologized softly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Qingluan once advised him that his liking was too crazy and his feelings were too extreme, far beyond the scope of normal people, which would cause uneasiness, and advised him to restrain himself and not hurt others or himself.

He agreed to Qingluan, and then learned to pretend, so as not to be disgusted by the Lord.

Now, his feelings were exposed...

Yue Wuhuan was terrified.

"It's okay," Song Qingshi put the wine jar into his arms, and said easily, "It's my fault, I ran away without telling you, you can't find me when you wake up, it's normal to worry...you Don't be sad, it's my fault, my fault."

When he woke up, he found that Yue Wuhuan had no suicidal tendencies, and behaved like an ordinary person, gentle and caring, and he thought that after he untied the seal of acacia and embarked on the fairy road, he tempered his body and mind, and his condition improved.At that time, his body had an unexpected hemiplegia, and he panicked inside, and he didn't think about anything else.

Then, Yue Wuhuan gave him joy after joy, he was immersed in joy, and his judgment was paralyzed again.Immediately after An Long's arrival, the fight and injuries between the two made him tense. He subconsciously believed that the irritable An Long was a dangerous factor, while Yue Wuhuan behaved well-behaved and quiet. Completely ignoring that this is not a normal person's reaction, Yue Wuhuan is just using a tactful way to achieve his goal.

The illness in his heart never healed, and after losing treatment, he grew wildly again, turned into a huge monster, and finally gave birth to fangs and claws to attack the whole world.

How big is this behemoth?

Song Qingshi suddenly remembered the Qianzhu snow lotus that he had encountered in the snow mountain. The huge and terrifying root system was intricately intertwined, covering the entire mountain range, thousands of miles away.But what caught his eyes was only the pitiful and beautiful little flower blooming on the crystal white snow.

wrong……

all wrong...

Sum up if you make a mistake, start over if you make a mistake...

"Don't be afraid, I'm here," Song Qingshi pulled the trembling Yue Wuhuan into his arms, gently rubbed his long hair, and told him the answer over and over again, "Don't be afraid, I will never give up... "

Do not be afraid……

Whether it's the taste of the fruit, the arrangement of actions, or being imprisoned by your side, everything can be done according to your wishes.

When the butterfly sees the spider web, it will fly into it willingly.

……

Song Qingshi comforted him for a long time, and finally calmed down Yue Wuhuan's breathing, allowing him to regain his composure.

He accompanied Yue Wuhuan to hide in the dark of the roof, sitting in a daze, the owner of the restaurant thought the villain had left, so he quietly came back to clean up the mess, and greeted the guests again, maybe couples like to have a drink or two on such days, not long , the restaurant was full of flirting voices again.

The lover's sacrifice is really a miasma, it will stain the eyes of the Lord.

Yue Wuhuan regretted that he had acted too obediently. He didn't persuade Song Qingshi to change his travel destination, and he didn't think that Song Qingshi, who usually squats in the room to read with him obediently at night, would sneak out. Now it's too late to hide the lover's sacrifice. , looking for an excuse...

He thought for a while, showed a relaxed expression, then pointed to the nine-storied pagoda in a secluded place, and asked expectantly: "My lord, I think it will be beautiful to sit on a high place and look at the lights in this world under the moonlight."

"Okay," Song Qingshi looked at him with a smile on his face, "I also think it's too noisy here."

He dragged Yue Wuhuan across the bustling area to the Nine-Storied Pagoda. The Nine-Storied Pagoda is one of the most magnificent sights in Nanhai City. Legend has it that there is a portrait of a god enshrined in it, but because the tower gate is locked forever, no one knows what it looks like.The nine-storied pagoda is surrounded by bamboo seas, and the scenery is beautiful, but during the flower festival, it can't compete with the flowers, and it is deserted.

In the dense bamboo forest, there are young lovers hiding in it, kissing each other inseparably, one says the other's lips are sweet, and the other says the other's lips are soft, the sweet words in the breath can almost make people tired.

Song Qingshi couldn't help taking a sneak peek.

Yue Wuhuan snapped his head back, and the Blood King Vine quietly sneaked over, scaring away the pair of wild mandarin ducks with a terrifying aura.Then he took up the sword and took Song Qingshi to the top of the nine-storied pagoda, cleaned it several times, released his spiritual thoughts, confirmed that the surroundings were quiet, and finally relaxed.

The moonlight tonight is really beautiful, covering the nine-storied pagoda, and you can see the surroundings clearly without candlelight.Sitting on the top of the tower is like sitting in a place detached from the world of mortals, watching the prosperity of the secular world, the night market converging into a winding river of lights, and the scattered lights next to it are all rooms, pretending to be confused or sober. people.

Song Qingshi didn't want to be sober, but he had to be sober...

He took out all the things he bought from the mustard bag, and handed them all to Yue Wuhuan. Although he was bewitched by the eloquent stall owners, he found that he bought a lot of things stupidly, but it didn't matter. It’s okay not to be stupid.

Yue Wuhuan saw the toy bird flute made of wood, couldn't help laughing, put it to his lips and blew a few times.

The little bird flute made a melodious sound, and a hundred birds chirped together.

Song Qingshi's heart moved slightly...