Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Yue Wuhuan was very confused, he didn't understand what the Lord was sad about, maybe it was the phoenix kite falling down, a nightmare?The Lord in his heart is stable most of the time, but he stays away from the crowd, ignorant of the world, and occasionally shows a childish side, crying over nightmares?

Song Qingshi clung to his skirt tightly, refusing to let go, and buried his head in his chest, desperately wiping away his tears.

Yue Wuhuan wanted to comfort and laugh at the same time, but he didn't know what to say. He pondered for a moment, took out the purple bamboo flute, and played a few cheerful notes on his lips.

The pleasant voice drew Song Qingshi's attention back. He raised his head, looked at the flute in Yue Wuhuan's hand, and slowly let go of it. After thinking for a while, he lay down obediently, lying on his lap to listen to the music .

Yue Wuhuan unexpectedly discovered that, perhaps because of the lighting problem at night, a strange painful emotion appeared in Song Qingshi's crystal-clear eyes, as if a beautiful crystal cast a strong shadow in the dark. Some uneasy.

Song Qingshi turned sideways, closed his eyes gently, and said with a smile, "I want to listen to happy music."

Yue Wuhuan temporarily put aside his doubts and played a very gentle foreign tune. He didn't know the name or origin. This was the music his mother taught him when he was young. It is said that it depicted a happy homeland and happy memories. .He likes this song very much, it reminds him of the beauty of spring when the ice and snow melt and the flowers bloom.

The music washes away all the troubles and all the sorrows.

The flute stopped...

Song Qingshi slowly opened his eyes, the gloom in his eyes had disappeared, and he had returned to his former appearance.

Yue Wuhuan thought that he must have read it wrong.

"I've never had a nightmare, shame on me," Song Qingshi tried to save his respect, he explained in a mess, "I dreamed that something I particularly liked disappeared, and then I couldn't find it no matter how I looked for it. This feeling is like a series of experiments on mice I have failed many, many times, and I can't find the reason, so I am very sad..."

Yue Wuhuan didn't know the relationship between the mouse experiment and the things he liked, but he knew that his thinking was different from ordinary people, and he was a medical idiot. The failure of the experiment was a heavy blow. Every time he sorted out the failure records, he would lie on his stomach The table was sad for half an hour, and I didn't even want to eat dessert.

"It's really sad that the mouse experiments have failed so many times," Yue Wuhuan tried to understand his feelings, and comforted him, "If I encounter such a thing, I will cry too."

Song Qingshi got up, rubbed his red eyes, and said embarrassingly: "Nonsense, you don't know how to cry..."

Yue Wuhuan joked, "My lord wants to see me cry, so I went to find some medicine to smoke my eyes, maybe tears will come out."

Song Qingshi amused him: "I don't want to see you cry."

Yue Wuhuan asked, "What do you want to see?"

Song Qingshi approached him suddenly, looked at his face for a long time, and said softly, "I want to see your most beautiful face."

Yue Wuhuan was stunned, he touched his face with puzzlement in his eyes.

"On the road of cultivating immortality, the body will become more and more perfect with the cultivation base." Song Qingshi thought for a moment and explained, "Wu Huan is just building the foundation now. I look forward to your golden core, Yuanying... or even a higher cultivation base. She is the number one beauty in the universe."

The lord actually learned to tell jokes, but it's a pity that the words were really bad and exaggerated too much.

Yue Wuhuan didn't dampen his enthusiasm for telling jokes, and laughed a few times to match.

Song Qingshi also laughed, stood up suddenly, kissed his lips, imitating that lingering kiss, went a little deeper, touched the tip of his tongue, and then backed away.

Yue Wuhuan was dumbfounded by his kiss.

"You said that as long as I like it, I can kiss every day," Song Qingshi licked his lips, and said confidently, "You must mean what you say! Laipi is a puppy!"

Yue Wuhuan tried to refuse: "Master, this is not good, didn't you say not to do stupid things?"

Song Qingshi tilted his head, thought for a while, and retorted with reason: "I'm not drinking now, and I'm very sober, so I'm not stupid."

Yue Wuhuan was helpless: "Why did you do this?"

Song Qingshi pressed forward step by step, and asked back: "I like it very much, don't you like it?"

Yue Wuhuan was speechless after being refuted, he couldn't lie and answer that he didn't like it, because he liked it, liked the taste of wanting to stop, and wished he would never let go.

He wants to back off.

Song Qingshi kissed him again, the moist breath gently pried the lock of his heart, and let the faint medicinal fragrance diffuse in between his lips and teeth, as if it could wash away all the dirt, but his youthful and clumsy movements easily made him throw away his armor and armor , he couldn't refuse this extreme beauty, and quickly sank into the taboo world.

"You like it." Song Qingshi slightly left his lips, touched them again, panting, "I know you like it too."

Yue Wuhuan said confusedly: "Qingshi, I can't."

Song Qingshi asked: "You said this is a game, why are you nervous?"

How can it be so easy to take back the feet that have been crossed?

Yue Wu looked at the pale pink lips dazedly, feeling that his reason was constantly being challenged, almost to the point of collapse.He wanted to get up and leave, but found that the net of Yaowanggu had trapped Song Qingshi, and he had also trapped himself. He had nowhere to escape and could only be forced to the edge of the cliff step by step. He was in danger, but there was no way to retreat.

No matter how good at calculating people are, they cannot calculate their own hearts.

The lord doesn't seem to understand anything other than kissing, and he doesn't understand those messy bed matters...

There is no difference in the ruthless dao heart.

If it's just a simple kiss, can he...

Yue Wuhuan was so dizzy from the kiss, his thoughts lost control, he asked tentatively: "My lord, can we just kiss?"

Song Qingshi smiled happily: "If Wu Huan likes it, there is no problem!"

Yue Wuhuan breathed a sigh of relief, he lowered his head, and began to taste the delicious food he had been looking forward to day and night, his soft hair was all messed up, wrapped around his fingertips, unwilling to leave.The white cassock was slightly messed up, the neckline was open, revealing a beautiful swan-like neck, and his lovely Adam's apple was shaking slightly with his panting. He was very glad that he had taken the drug to suppress desire in advance for sleep, and would not be in such an extreme pleasure. Showing an ugly face, maybe such a drug needs to become his regular product.

It was late at night, and the ears and temples were grinding together, and the breath was lingering for an unknown period of time, and finally stopped.

Yue Wuhuan found that Song Qingshi had been holding onto his hand tightly, with no intention of letting go.He thought for a while, then lay down on the side of the bed, stretched out the Blood King Vine, poked the other person's feet lightly, then wrapped it around, and asked with a smile, "My lord, do you have any bedtime stories today?"

"I forgot," Song Qingshi realized this big problem, he thought for a long time, "Let's chat."

Yue Wuhuan asked curiously, "What do you want to talk about?"

Song Qingshi pointed to the Blood King Vine on his feet: "I want to know how you got it."

He had asked several times, but every time Yue Wuhuan would carelessly say that he took it over, only saying that he got it by accident, and refused to talk about the hardships during the term.He was embarrassed to press the question, so he let the question go.But today he didn't intend to compromise, he had to pester Yue Wuhuan to tell the truth.

Yue Wuhuan was forced to do nothing, thinking that the matter had already passed, and finally told the truth: "I got it at the summit of immortality."

"The Immortal Peak?" Song Qingshi recalled the ancient books and quickly understood, "Is it the Flame Mountain in Dongzhou? I remember that it was an extremely flaming and desperate situation, where there was no grass, no birds, and even the spirit veins could not be seen." ...the fire there is very dangerous, it is said that even the soul can be burned, you went there...to burn the ganoderma?"

The only good thing in Extreme Flame Desperate Realm is Fire Ganoderma lucidum.

Fire Ganoderma lucidum is the main medicinal material for refining Fenxin Pill. It grows slowly and is rare in the world. It is also extremely helpful to monks with Fire Spirit Root and Gold Spirit Root. It is a natural treasure.As long as it appears, it will cause all parties to snatch it.

Yue Wuhuan probably got the news that Huo Ganoderma lucidum appeared in this world, and wanted to refine Fen Xin Pill to strengthen his heart veins.

"I failed," Yue Wuhuan felt helpless, he was just a foundation cultivator, even if he relied on swordsmanship, poison puppet and talisman array to win treasures with those monks who had golden core or even nascent soul, the chance of failure was still relatively high "At that time, I disguised my true identity and lurked in the treasure-hunting team. I made traps in advance and instigated them to kill each other. After I successfully obtained the fire ganoderma, I met a new treasure-hunter...it was the magic cultivator of the Gate of Impairment. I It was too late to retreat, and they blocked the retreat, and persuaded me to hand over the fire ganoderma, saying that they could let me survive."

Song Qingshi frowned slightly, and asked: "The demon cultivators of the Judgment Gate are all ruthless, how can they be so talkative?"

"I know they are lying. They will take my life after getting the fire ganoderma. Since I will die, it doesn't matter how I die." Yue Wuhuan couldn't help laughing, "So, I rely on them not knowing my true face. He teased those idiots fiercely, then threw the fire ganoderma into the sea of ​​flames on the Immortal Summit, and said a lot of mocking words. Your lord, it’s really funny how they look mad..."

The priceless fire Ganoderma lucidum was engulfed by the flames in an instant and burned.

Moxiu didn't expect that the foundation builder dared to play with them like this, and was so angry that he wanted to torture Yue Wuhuan's soul.

Yue Wu smiled and said: "Seeing that the situation is not good, I also jumped to the summit of immortality."

His unexpected actions disrupted all rhythms.

No matter how angry the demon cultivator is, he doesn't want to get close to the terrifying place where his body and soul can be burned to death.

"There is a weird whirlwind of airflow in the Immortal Peak, which can suck in flying things, so I can't use the sword control technique. I was holding the intention of burning jade and stone, but luckily I was swept up by the airflow and blown into the rock on the rock wall. The gap," Yue Wuhuan said with a wry smile, remembering the situation at that time, "there is no way out of the gap, and the fire-controlling robe and fire-proof charm on my body have reached the limit of damage. The soul of the seedling. I took the risk to fuse the blood king vine, and then used the blood king vine to climb the rock wall and climb out."

After Song Qingshi listened to it, he was thoughtful: "Lucky?"

"Maybe," Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, "Since I got the Blood King Vine, my luck has become much more normal, and the feeling of being overwhelmed by fate is gone." Only Sha An At the time of the dragon, the Dao of Heaven intervened again, maybe An Long's life should not be lost?

Song Qingshi smiled: "This opportunity is really dangerous."

Yue Wu smiled and said, "It's all over."

Song Qingshi grabbed the Blood King Vine and played with it in the palm of his hand.

Is it really lucky?