Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Yue Wuhuan put down the bird flute, looked at him with a smile, wondering if there was anything else strange.

Song Qingshi hesitated for a long time, as if organizing the words in his heart, finally took a deep breath, took out a golden soul lamp, and handed it to him. Inside the soul lamp was the sinful soul he had been looking for for a long time, who was in despair struggling in pain.

Yue Wuhuan took the soul lamp in a daze, waiting for the answer.

"I caught him," Song Qingshi looked into his eyes with a serious expression, "I will never let anyone who hurt Wuhuan hurt me. Don't worry, I'm fierce and good at killing people. The poison of fire is like torture, they will not die easily, and I will capture the soul and give it to you as a gift..."

He knows, he knows his entertainment...

Yue Wuhuan couldn't help but want to grab his wrist to stay awake.

"I don't care about this kind of thing," Song Qingshi quickly grabbed his hand, stopped the self-harm, then held it tightly in his palm, and continued, "You can tell me what you want, and anyone who wants to kill can also kill me." You can give me the list, and I will kill them one by one until all the animals are killed."

Yue Wuhuan wanted to pull his hand back, but was held even tighter, he couldn't help laughing: "You can't do it."

Song Qingshi insisted: "I will work hard."

"My lord, you don't know how many...too many, too many to kill," Yue Wuhuan said in a low voice, "Jinfeng Villa is a famous family in the fairy world, and most of the guests who come and go every day are nothing. Little people. Among the beasts I have served, many are the elders of various sects, even the heads, Jindan monks, Nascent Soul monks, distracted monks, and even Mahayana ancestors..."

His beauty is well known and everyone wants to taste it.

He offended Jin Feizhi again, and was deliberately humiliated, and anyone could bully him.

Most of the monks have sects behind them, they protect each other, and if they pull and mobilize the whole body, how can they kill them all?

"I've given up already," Yue Wu laughed, "If you want to kill those beasts, you have to turn this world into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and completely destroy it..."

No matter how crazy he is, he knows that this is impossible.

"If you want a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, then it will be a mountain of blood and a sea of ​​corpses," Song Qingshi held onto him tightly, insisting, "I will work hard, as long as I have a breath, I will kill it! Never give up!"

"I don't want these. Revenge is just a casual game. Kill when you get the chance, and forget it if you don't. There's no need to let trash get your hands dirty," Yue Wuhuan said in a good-humored and funny way. The Lord pinched his face, trying to change his expression, and then teased, "I have found something more important, something more important."

Song Qingshi was at a loss: "What is it?"

"Don't worry about those unhappy things, I like your gift," Yue Wuhuan blew the bird flute again, and the cheerful flute attracted two skylarks to make him happy, "The moonlight is so beautiful, let's come Do happy things, my lord, do you want to brush up questions or read books?"

Song Qingshi wondered: "Wu Huan, don't follow me in everything, I'm stupid, I always don't understand other people's hearts, I always do wrong things..."

Yue Wu smiled and said, "I like you like this."

The Lord is very good, it is his dirty heart that does not want to be seen.

……

Song Qingshi thought about it for a long time, and found the answer in the storybook of "Three Brothers Fighting the Tiger" and Yan Yuanxianjun's lecture notebook: between men, if they encounter something that they don't understand, they procrastinate to drink. The truth has come out.

He took out the beauty drunk he just bought, held it in front of Yue Wuhuan, and said proudly: "We did it!"

The more unhappy you are at a loss.

"Nanhai City special product, sweet, limited edition, very delicious!" Song Qingshi recited all the sales words of the boss just now, and then said, "I checked, this wine is very clean, there is nothing dirty! I, I I rarely drink, I want to drink this!"

Yue Wuhuan thought about it, too many things happened today, affecting the mood, it is better to drink some wine to make the Lord happy.

He endured his cleanliness, took out a vessel suitable for drinking, checked the cleanliness of the wine, and filled it up for him.

Beauty Drunk is really sweet, soft wine that doesn't burn the throat, and is easy to drink even for people who don't know how to drink.But its alcohol strength is unexpectedly high.

"My lord, drink less," Yue Wuhuan persuaded, holding the wine glass, "The name of this wine comes from 'Drunk on Beauty's Lap'."

It was too late for him to say this, Song Qingshi drank three cups, blushed so hot that he lay in his arms and didn't move.

Yue Wuhuan didn't expect him to drink so lightly, so he had no choice but to turn him over and lie on his lap to rest.

I still want to talk about this kind of alcohol...

Really cute.

Yue Wuhuan stroked his soft, broken hair like a cat for a long time, then asked mischievously, "My lord, are you still awake?"

Song Qingshi hummed for a while, and said honestly, "Wake up."

Yue Wuhuan asked again: "Is there any secret that the lord is hiding from me?"

Song Qingshi looked at his lips and thought for a while: "I want to eat something sweet."

Yue Wuhuan asked again: "Is it ice cream?"

Song Qingshi shook his head slightly: "No, it's more delicious."

Yue Wuhuan guessed a few more desserts, but Song Qingshi seemed a little confused and stopped answering this question.Yue Wuhuan picked up the soul lamp in his hand and tortured the soul inside for a while, feeling sweet in his heart, he suddenly remembered that Song Qingshi never seemed to ask him to give him any gifts.

Except for asking him not to kill himself at first, Song Qingshi never asked him anything.But the things that were given to him were one after another, and there was only one gift that he could give to the other party.

Yue Wuhuan took out the phoenix blood from the mustard bag. He had already strung the phoenix blood with a golden necklace engraved with a magic circle, but the magic circle was not finished yet, and he wanted to add the most complicated imprint of the soul , Let this gemstone follow this person for life and life, just like the imprint he gave, and never leave.

Yue Wuhuan stretched out his fingertips and slid them gently across Song Qingshi's fair neck, feeling extremely satisfied.

This is the most suitable position.

Song Qingshi felt the heat from his fingertips, itched, twisted his neck, and snorted twice again.

Yue Wu smiled and withdrew his hand, and casually asked: "Does the lord have any wishes?"

Song Qingshi was silent for a long time, then whispered: "Yes, I want it very much..."

Yue Wuhuan was stunned. A lot of research equipment, rare ancient books, precious medicines, and mice came to mind. Finally, he couldn't think of an answer, so he couldn't help but ask, "What do you want? I'll find it for you."

"The tune," Song Qingshi turned around, hugged his leg, and whimpered, "I really want to hear Wu Huan play the tune, but...Wu Huan seems to be sad...so, I don't want it..."

He likes music very much.

On the Langgan stage, Yue Wu's melody still lingers in his mind to this day, it is the most beautiful voice he has ever heard.

However, the emotion in that song is too sad, too painful...

Everything in Jinfeng Villa and Yanshan Gate could be a nightmare for Yue Wuhuan.

So he didn't dare to ask any more, and he didn't dare to listen any more.

……

Yue Wuhuan was stunned. He never thought that Song Qingshi would have such a wish. There was a purple bamboo flute in the mustard bag. It was bought by Song Qingshi when they went to Lecheng. To himself, so he didn't think of the meaning of this long Xiao.

"I don't hate music, I just hate that kind of music." Yue Wu laughed a bit bitterly. He played with his mother's konghou when he was three years old, and went to practice piano with the empress when he was five. How could he hate music?He just doesn't like those kitsch music, he doesn't play the flute anymore, because there are too many more important things every day, and he can't find the mood and reason to play the flute.

If the man likes to hear it, he's willing to blow it...

The purple bamboo flute was taken out and the pitch was tested.

Song Qingshi reached out and took off his golden mask playfully: "I want to see your face."

Yue Wu laughed, put the flute to his lips, and gently blew on the "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" that had been lingering in his heart countless times.

In the night, the lingering song fell slowly, the noisy crows stopped calling, the homing oriole poked its head out, several larks landed beside it, thrushes and murine birds descended one after another, white cranes spread their wings and flew from the pond...

All affection, all pay Xiaosheng.

Song Qingshi slowly got up, and sitting in front of him, he understood the meaning in the sound of the flute and understood the appeal in the sound of the flute.He stared blankly at Yue Wuhuan's rosy lips, recalled the words in the book, and the couple he saw in the bamboo forest. A strange longing appeared in his heart. The sweeter he looked, the more greedy he looked. All sweets are also delicious.

I like it very much, I like it very much...

He felt the more unhappy and had the same idea.

The music falls to the last scale, and the lingering sound is lingering.

Yue Wuhuan's lips left Zizhu Xiao, and found that Song Qingshi was looking at him and smiling, with a drunken expression on his face, wondering what interesting things he was thinking...

Song Qingshi approached his chin, sniffed the target, and asked with a smile, "Would Wuhuan also want something sweet?"

Yue Wuhuan didn't understand what he meant, so he said casually, "Okay."

Suddenly, Song Qingshi grabbed his shoulder and forcibly kissed his lips.

Yue Wuhuan's eyes widened in astonishment, and the huge shock made him forget how to react for a moment.

This is a green and clumsy kiss, just like a newborn puppy, gnawing and licking bones indiscriminately, obviously don't know how to kiss, but keep trying hard, first use the tongue to gently lick every inch of skin on the lips, make it smooth It was wet, and then I bit it gently with my teeth, as if I wanted to swallow it but was afraid of hurting the other person, I turned around and didn't know how to eat, and finally let out a small whine of dissatisfaction.

Yue Wuhuan finally came to his senses, he pushed Song Qingshi away in a panic, wiped the water on his mouth with his hands desperately, but thought it was not clean, he went to the mustard bag to find a handkerchief: "Don't kiss... You, you don't know how many disgusting things my mouth has touched, will, will stain you."

"Why do you always say that you are dirty?" Song Qingshi was at a loss, "Wuhuan is very clean, not dirty."

Yue Wuhuan pleaded: "Master, you don't understand these things, you are a clean person, don't touch me..."

Song Qingshi thought about it and felt that this matter should be scientific. Relying on the speed and strength of the Yuanying monk, he rushed over and tasted it again to confirm the taste.

Yue Wuhuan couldn't escape, completely panicked.

Song Qingshi concluded: "Wuhuan is very sweet."

Yue Wuhuan stared at him blankly, speechless.

"If you think you're dirty," Song Qingshi thought about the solution, and kissed him again, "Don't be afraid, I'll lick it for you and it'll be clean..."

Yue Wuhuan's breathing became short of breath and his mind became confused.

The chains of desire are loose.

The restrained beast in the cage is about to move, screaming crazily...

He just tasted a little bit, just a little bit...

Countless blood king vines grew wildly, intertwined into a net again, firmly bound the person in front of him, dragged him to his side, and fixed him in his arms, leaving no room for evasion, no chance of escape.

"Lord, kissing is not like this, let me teach you."

Yue Wuhuan leaned down, kissed the pale pink lips fiercely, then pried open his teeth, and invaded the pure territory that had never been touched by anyone, crazily entangled with the soft, moist and sweet top, advancing and retreating, The tentative attack is like a dexterous and clumsy piece of music, finally finding the right rhythm, blending into one, lingering and inseparable from each other.

Moist and heavy breathing spread between the two.

Song Qingshi finally came to his senses...he realized what he had done.

Psychologists must never have any ambiguous ideas about patients.This is professional ethics and industry rules, so he never dared to think about it or touch it.But what is he doing now?What did he do to the patient?

He touched the restricted area that must not be touched, and he broke the iron law that must not be broken.

This is gross disqualification of a doctor, serious malpractice...

How to do?

Song Qingshi tightly grasped Yue Wuhuan's shoulders, any retreat would be exchanged for a more violent attack, he was dazed by the kiss, his mind went blank, he didn't know how to deal with such a medical accident, and he didn't know What a price to pay to be forgiven.

Take responsibility for your whole life, okay?

……

The more joyless the kiss, the deeper the kiss. To him in this world, only the person in his arms is real. He doesn't want to let go of this most beautiful taste at all, and he can't get enough of it.

In the dark of the bamboo grove, An Long silently watched the scene in front of him. His eyes had already turned dark red, and inside were vertical pupils that did not belong to humans, like monster insects from the abyss and hell, without any emotion.

Yue Wuhuan discovered the existence of terror, he smiled nonchalantly, and then continued to kiss frantically.

He finally waited for this guy to appear, and many things could be settled.

This is double the joy.