Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Yaowang Valley set off a learning boom.

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, three banners were custom-made and hung in the school, with the words on the left: Study hard and make progress every day.On the right it reads: Success comes from persistence, persistence creates miracles.It reads in the middle: benevolent heart and benevolent art, save lives and heal the wounded.

Qingluan was about to be driven mad by the study materials. Ten out of twelve hours a day, she spent ten hours reading books and doing quizzes. Although she was utterly loyal, she couldn't bear it any longer. She also felt that she could still do it, and studying was better than going to work in the punishment hall...

She was too tired to take care of others, so she could only let other children study by themselves.

Rong Ye finally found a chance to show off. Every time the Lord came to the school to check his homework, he would try to strike up a conversation and make the Lord happy.Rong Ye's naturally pleasing appearance, well-dressed, a little familiar, especially good at telling jokes, with meat and vegetables, can make everyone laugh every time, making the atmosphere very lively.

Song Qingshi didn't quite understand the jokes, he saw everyone laughing, and he smiled along with him because he was afraid that he wouldn't fit in.

He doesn't dislike such a happy learning atmosphere, nor does he dislike such a cheerful student, but he doesn't like the sachet on him very much. The deer grass fragrance inside is strong and a little smoky. Although it is not harmful to the body, it is easy to cause mood swings , the school is full of young and energetic young girls, smelling this fragrance is easy to fall in love early, and it is not good for learning in the long run.

Speaking of which, Yue Wuhuan also seems to have a strange medicinal smell...

The injury caused by the Gu worm has already healed, he should not be injured, why do he need to use medicine?

Song Qingshi fell into deep thought.

Seeing him in a daze, Rong Ye boldly tugged at his sleeve, turned his back on others, and asked in a low voice: "My lord, I don't understand some topics, can you explain them to me? Huan Xianchang explained it like that..."

"No," Song Qingshi thought about the IQ gap between Yue Wuhuan and Rong Ye, and gently advised, "You don't understand what he understands."

Rong Ye smiled sweetly: "Although I have no experience, I can learn everything he knows."

When he was a child, he heard a lot of nasty talk and knew a lot of tricks to serve men, but he almost didn't practice it.His body is very soft, and he is open-minded in doing things. He doesn't believe in Wu Huan's tricks of serving the Lord, he can't learn, left and right are just a little thing on the bed, what's the problem?

Song Qingshi thought about it, and felt that children who are actively learning should be given a chance, so he gave him a set of advanced math problems: "You do this first, and see what you don't understand. I will ask Wuhuan to explain it to you."

Rong Ye was dumbfounded as he held the test set.

Minghong glanced at the side, and sighed: "Isn't Wu Huan doing such difficult questions every night?"

Song Qingshi showed off: "This was a long time ago, and the questions he is doing now are much more difficult than this."

Ming Hong expressed his understanding: "Where can I finish so many questions? No wonder he has to rest in Fuling Palace every night to do his homework."

Song Qingshi encouraged: "Wu Huan works very hard, you should also work hard! You will make it!"

Rong Ye was dizzy when he heard it, and he began to doubt his own train of thought. Could it be that he needed to do a problem set before climbing into the Lord's bed?Only when you are satisfied... can you serve the Lord?Or do you work hard while doing the questions?Is it too hard?Some strange pictures appeared in his mind, and it was difficult to describe, so he quickly shook his head and threw them away.

The lord looks gentle and good-natured, but the bed is too difficult to serve...

Immortal Elder Wu Huan really worked hard.

Rong Ye thought for a while, picked up the problem set, and studied hard!never give up!What Immortal Elder Wu Huan can do, he must do!

Song Qingshi was quite satisfied with the atmosphere of studying hard.

……

The research on the black death butterfly is still going on, and the failures are also going on.

Yue Wuhuan raised his head from the pile of materials and frowned. He smelled the scent of deer grass that was contaminated on Song Qingshi's body. The only use of this spice is to slowly arouse men's desires and add to the fun in the bed. Jinfeng Villa There is such a taste everywhere, but the ingredients of the fragrant prescription are more precious, and the blending technique is more clever.

Who uses this unbearable thing in the pure Medicine King Valley?

Yue Wuhuan held his breath, he felt that the pure land in his heart was being invaded by filth, he couldn't bear it, he thought for a while, and immediately guessed the source of the spice, he could hardly restrain the killing intent in his mind.

Qingluan once pleaded bitterly, saying that Rong Ye was young and innocent, please be merciful.

He held back for a few days, but he didn't expect that guy to be more daring and presumptuous than he imagined.

young?

A boy of this age in Jinfeng Villa has already learned how to make love under a man and endure the torment of the dark hell.

Simple character?

Which simple person would know such a dirty spice?And know how to put it on the body, if there is any tease?

The more unhappy you are, the more you understand, the more furious you are.

Song Qingshi noticed something was wrong with his breath: "Wu Huan, what's wrong with you?"

Yue Wuhuan worked hard to regain normal breathing, and said with a smile, "My lord, you have a strange smell on your body, which makes me uncomfortable."

Song Qingshi smelled it, and suspected that he had come across some medicinal herbs with bad taste. He knew that Yue Wuhuan was sensitive to smells, so he quickly threw a few cleansing spells on himself, and ran to take a bath.

Yue Wuhuan stretched out a few blood king vines to pack up the experimental equipment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more gentle.

If Qingluan can't control people, let him take care of them.

……

Rong Ye finished the questions in the room and began to study how to dress up. The golden red brocade robe worn by Immortal Wu Huan is so beautiful, with slim fit and narrow sleeves, he stands out from the crowd wherever he goes.But he can only wear the cyan robe given by Yaowanggu, which is unpretentious, loose and loose, and disappears from the crowd. It is best to find a embroiderer to help him raise his waist, widen and tighten the belt, open the neckline slightly, and show his clothes slightly. Only the clavicle can highlight his better figure than others.

The deer grass fragrance in the sachet should be emphasized. The sisters of Hualou have taught that this fragrance can make men emotional.He put it on the bedside to test it himself, and had two days of erotic dreams, but unfortunately he didn't dream of the Lord, but dreamed of that idiot He Qingyun, which frightened him awake.He will make one for Minghong later, to tease that coward, and tell him not to be so cowardly in front of Sister Qingluan.

Rong Ye gestured in front of the mirror with his robe, and suddenly found a golden winged mask appeared in the mirror.

He turned around in fright, and saw Yue Wuhuan leaning against the door, looking at him with folded arms.

Rong Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and obediently bowed his head in greeting.

Yue Wuhuan smiled: "Qingluan said that your hands are very skillful and you like tricks?"

Rong Ye didn't understand what it meant, nodded and said: "Yes."

"Tiangong Pavilion is accepting apprentices recently, as long as you are dexterous, you don't care about your background," Yue Wuhuan said considerately, "Yaowanggu and Tiangong Pavilion have a business relationship, so I greeted the pavilion master and sent you to study. So as not to disappoint this good ability."

Rong Ye's face turned pale. He likes to think about making gadgets, but it doesn't mean he wants to be a craftsman.He had seen craftsmen in Hualou before, they were all poor and vulgar guys, sloppy, rough and ugly hands, dark skin, and many accidental scars, brothers and sisters were disgusted and unwilling to receive them them.

Craftsmen in the world of cultivating immortals are also craftsmen, and they have to do rough work.

If he falls there, his beauty will be ruined within two years.

Rong Ye looked at the smile on the corner of Yue Wuhuan's mouth, and instantly understood that the other party must have understood his desire to compete for favor and wanted to deal with it early.He has seen many such insidious things, but the other party is favored, he has not yet been favored by the lord, he has no power to fight back, and can only be at the mercy of others.

He wanted to try acting like a baby, but how did the fledgling little fox fool the thousand-year-old vixen?

Rong Ye was so angry that he was about to cry: "Why are you so overbearing? Bullying people like this?"

Yue Wuhuan turned around and said coldly: "Yaowanggu doesn't pay attention to dirty people."

"I'm dirty?" Rong Ye knew that the deal was done, and he cursed in despair, "How clean are you? You are just a mortal, and you won the favor of the Lord with your beauty, so you got the opportunity to reach the sky in one step!"

Yue Wuhuan turned around and looked at him quietly.

Qingluan was afraid of his madness, and tried to avoid him getting close to these apprentices, and did not dare to reveal the inside story.His behavior is very well-behaved, and he never punishes people face to face, causing these little guys to have some misunderstandings and regard him as a good-tempered lamb?

Rong Ye said without hesitation: "You have served so many men? What right do you have to despise other people's filth?"

Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, then asked hoarsely, "Do you want to serve a man?"

Rong Ye was a little scared, and fought back forcefully: "What's wrong with serving monks? Serving is comfortable, and giving some pills and treasures between your fingers, and teaching some immortal skills are much better than being a mortal! I want to serve a powerful man!"

Yue Wu laughed, took out a pair of ice silk gloves, and put them on slowly.

There was a strange fragrance in the air, Rong Ye suddenly felt a little dizzy, and his whole body lost strength. He struggled to raise his head, but felt that Yue Wuhuan's face became blurred, and then he felt that his hair was being squeezed. Something was grabbed violently, and the whole person was dragged in front of him.

Her hair was disheveled, and her beautiful peach eyes were full of fear.

Yue Wuhuan raised his face, looked at it for a moment, and said with a voice like a demon from hell, "I'll teach you how to serve a man."

Rong Ye finally realized that he had offended something he shouldn't, and wanted to run away, but he couldn't move.

The clothes were torn apart, and there was a hot feeling on the back, as if something was burned on it.

The limbs lost control and the brain fell into a coma.

When he woke up again, he found that his limbs were bound in the air by chains, and there was nothing on his body. There were countless greedy eyes staring at him, and then countless disgusting hands stretched out and wreaked havoc on his body at will.He was so frightened that he wanted to scream and tell those people not to come over, but what he yelled was unbearable rascals.

He never knew that these things hurt so much...

No pity, no tenderness, only terrible teasing.

He struggled desperately and begged for mercy desperately, but what he got in return was laughter and more rough treatment.

The torment in the darkness seemed to never stop.

He almost suffered the most humiliating and disgusting things in the world.

Finally, he woke up crying...

There is a faint fragrance floating in the air, no scary men, no disgusting things.

Rong Ye found that his body was clean, the pain disappeared, and the feeling of nausea gradually faded away, only the clothes were soaked in cold sweat, sticking wetly to his body.He raised his head in horror, and found himself in the cold dungeon. Although he didn't see any terrible instruments of torture, there was a lingering smell of blood in the air.Yue Wuhuan was sitting in front of the table, holding a book in his hand, and reading it quietly under the light of the candle. There was a copper censer next to it, and there was a burnt incense stick in it. The strange fragrance came from inside. It was emitted, and there were two unlit incense sticks beside it.

Seeing him wake up, Yue Wuhuan stretched out his hand and picked up the second stick of incense on the table.

Although Rong Ye didn't understand what this incense was, he realized that the terrifying illusions came from these incenses. He didn't dare to hold on any longer. He knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy desperately: "Immortal Master Wuhuan, I'm wrong!" I shouldn't speak ill of you!"

Yue Wuhuan looked at him for a while, then shook his head mercilessly.

Rong Ye cried out in despair: "No! I was really wrong!"

The second incense was ignited, and the weird aroma struck again, deeper and heavier...

Rong Ye once again fell into a more painful hell, enduring all kinds of torture, endless torment.

Every time he thought this was the end of pain, there was always more pain waiting for him.

When he woke up from the dream again, his spirit almost collapsed, he sat on the ground in a daze, and couldn't remember whether he was a human or a beast.after a long time.He finally realized that his body was in good condition and had not been harmed. The joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe made him gradually regain his human reason and his ability to speak.

Rong Ye raised his head and saw Yue Wuhuan in despair picking up the third stick...

He will be completely insane in hell until he dies.

"Forgive me, forgive me..." Rong Ye finally understood the demon's killing intent, he tried to retreat with his hands, but countless blood king vines stretched out, forming an inescapable cage, binding him inside.He finally realized what a stupid thing he had done and what a terrible person he had offended, but it was too late.He watched helplessly that the fate-determining incense was about to be ignited, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he crazily shouted, "I dare not think about the Lord anymore!"

The incense that sent him to hell finally stopped.

Yue Wuhuan looked at him quietly, and asked again: "Do you still want to serve men?"

"Don't want to!" Rong Ye remembered those terrible dreams, screamed in fright, curled up in the darkness, and kept begging, "I was wrong, I don't want to serve men anymore!"

Yue Wuhuan took the incense, rubbed his forehead lightly, looked at the door, and seemed to be hesitant.

Life and death are all in one thought.

Rong Ye curled up in the darkness and cried for a long time.

He finally remembered that he had also seen the scarred flower girl who was whipped by the guests, the young lady who was carried out by the broken mat, and the bruises on the corners of his mother's eyes, but he only remembered the bustle and bustle, the delicious food, and the jewelry. Remembering the beautiful woman who redeemed herself, but she forgot many terrible things and many tragic endings...

How could he be so stupid?

Rong Ye burst into tears and kept repeating: "I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Yue Wuhuan finally made a decision.

The Blood King Vine was released, and the gate of the execution room was opened.

Qingluan was already standing at the door, weeping uncontrollably.

When Rong Ye saw this weak figure, it was as if he saw a shelter from the wind. He sobbed, "Sister Qingluan..."

Qingluan walked down the steps, came to Yue Wuhuan, and bowed deeply: "Thank you."

After she knew the stupid thing Rong Ye did, she knew that she had committed a serious taboo. She tried her best to use the Lord to know that she would be unhappy as an excuse to get Rong Ye to go to the Tiangong Pavilion, but she heard that she did not want to die. Crazy words... She was almost desperate, watching Rong Ye who was in a coma being dragged into the dungeon by countless blood king vines, her heart almost stopped in fear.

Yue Wuhuan has mental problems, he can't feel the pain of others, and he doesn't understand compassion.

Those who entered the dungeon in the past were either dead or crazy, without exception...

Qingluan knew what Rong Ye was going to face, she couldn't just watch it happen.

She stopped Yue Wuhuan, begging bitterly, desperately, begging on her knees, begging with tears.

Yue Wuhuan asked her puzzledly, "Why do you beg?"

Qingluan said with tears in her eyes, "Rong Ye is not that bad..."

Yue Wuhuan said: "He made a mistake."

Qingluan insisted: "Mistakes can be corrected."

Yue Wuhuan thought for a long time, but did not answer.

Finally, he stretched out the Blood King Vine, lifted Qingluan out of the dungeon, and sealed the gate.

Qingluan knocked on the door in despair, hearing the faint wailing and begging for mercy, crying heartbreakingly.

Yue Wuhuan forgave Rong Ye, without destroying life or spirit, and without using those truly terrifying punishments.

Qingluan's whole body was full of ecstasy of regaining what was lost. She hugged Rong Ye and kept comforting her.

"For the sake of your loyalty over the years," Yue Wuhuan got up, walked past them, and said coldly, "There will be no next time."