Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi searched the warehouse all night, and finally found an old cassock made of red ice silk.He removed the decorative formation on it, and handed it to the medicine servants, and asked them to modify it into the appearance of the inner garment overnight, and then quietly placed it on Yue Wuhuan's bedside together with the new cotton gown.

The next day, Yue Wuhuan was taken aback when he saw the ice silk undershirt.

Song Qingshi was already urging outside the door: "Hurry up, let's go for a new treatment."

"Yes, my lord." Knowing that he had changed his master, Yue Wuhuan didn't dare to think too much, and hurriedly put on his clothes and went out, feeling much more comfortable during his actions.

Song Qingshi took him through the corridor and went to the alchemy room next door. This was originally the forbidden area of ​​Yaowang Valley, where he used animals and humans to experiment with various medicines, and it was also the place where the medicine servants were most afraid to enter.Song and Qing followed the "Declaration of Helkissin" and rejected any human experiments that violated ethics. Fortunately, when he took over Yaowanggu, there were not many experimental subjects left by the original body. He immediately released the ones that could be released, and needed relief. With the help of the doctor, I was relieved, and then changed into a treatment room.The remaining specimens and general teachers are also placed in other rooms-these are the big treasures of medicine, and they will be studied slowly when they have time.

On the way to the alchemy room, Yue Wuhuan found more than one medicine servant looking at him sympathetically, and felt a little uneasy.After entering the alchemy room, he saw Song Qingshi take out a medicine vat that could hold a person in it, and he became nervous.

Song Qingshi didn't notice his uneasiness, so he threw all kinds of medicinal materials that had already been calculated into the tank, then poured water, controlled the temperature with the pill fire in his body, and when the water in the tank turned red, he turned around and ordered: "You Take off your clothes and go in."

Yue Wuhuan stood still, his eyes froze as he looked at him.

"Don't be afraid," Song Qingshi finally remembered that he forgot to explain, "Hongcao Quhui Decoction is a medicinal bath, so it's not uncomfortable."

Yue Wuhuan hesitated for a moment, stretched his hand towards the belt, and slowly released it.

Song Qingshi turned around and sat down with his back facing him, not peeking at him into the bath.

Yue Wuhuan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly removed his clothes, and stepped into the bloody medicinal liquid. The hot medicinal liquid penetrated into his skin, bringing a slight tingling sensation, but also an indescribable comfort. He inhaled deeply He took a deep breath, completely relaxed, and plunged his whole body into the water suddenly, but he didn't expect the water to overflow due to being too full, splashing on Song Qingshi's neck, ears and hair, and blooming flowers on his white robe. pink flower.

For most monks, the robe is very important, and even the slightest damage will cause heartache.

Yue Wuhuan realized something was wrong, quietly got out of the water, hid by the tank to peek, worried that he would offend the immortal.

Song Qingshi didn't care about what happened at all. He was staring at the bluestone on the ground in a daze. After a while, he secretly shook the water droplets on his hair.

Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, and asked cautiously: "Master, turn around, and I will wipe it for you?"

Song Qingshi lowered his head and looked at Qingshi more intently: "You are taking a bath, you can't peek." In his world view, it is reasonable for a doctor to check the patient's physical condition during treatment, but if the doctor peeks at the patient's bath, it is morally corrupt, despicable and shameless up.

Yue Wuhuan thought about this for a long time, and guessed: "Does the lord think that the slave's body is too dirty?"

Song Qingshi shook his head and whispered, "You don't like being looked at."

"The lord was joking," Yue Wuhuan's eyes turned cold, he was silent for a moment, he leaned out of the water, his long hair was wetly stuck to his shoulders, like a shark who just came out of the water, his figure was perfect in the world, his muscular skeleton Even, without any fat, the thin waist is only enough to hold, but you can see the hidden power inside.He leaned against the rim of the vat, leaning close to Song Qingshi's ear, blowing lightly, his pair of phoenix eyes were extremely charming, the red tear mole was so gorgeous that it could win people's hearts, his voice was tempting like a monster, "Slave this despicable body What is there not to look at? The people who have seen it...the number is countless, they all say that the slave's body is very beautiful, the body is very beautiful, and he can't even walk without a man. He is born to be seen... ..."

Song Qingshi quickly interrupted him and repeated: "You don't like being looked at."

After Yue Wuhuan looked at him for a long time, he said hoarsely: "I don't care anymore."

Song Qingshi didn't know how to explain it, but insisted: "You don't like it."

Is it okay not to do something you don't like?

Yue Wuhuan thought this was ridiculous. In the years when he was sent to accompany guests, he was coaxed to say that he didn't like it, that he didn't want it.The result is just to find out the weakness for people's amusement.

He doesn't like to be seen, so he has to put on the most unbearable posture in the square and at the banquet for everyone to see.

He doesn't like gossip, so he will be tortured by various drugs and instruments of torture until he learns to use his voice to entertain...

Until I give up shame, give up dignity, and pretend to like all these things.

He had known for a long time that in the eyes of these high-ranking monks, he was just a beautiful toy that didn't need emotions, just let the master transform it into what he liked.He often wished that he could be crazy, stupid, like most slaves, lose the ability to think, live a life like a dog indifferently, and use his body to please his master obediently.

It's a pity that there is always a sliver of clarity in his heart, he coldly examines his embarrassed self, and then cuts him into pieces...

Perhaps, he has gone crazy...

The fire in the furnace slowly increased a few minutes at some point, the temperature of the potion became hotter and hotter, and Yue Wuhuan's face became hotter and hotter, but he couldn't feel the scorching heat, and buried his head deeply in the In the bloody potion, until the mouth and nose are submerged, you can't breathe.He didn't want to get up, and only hoped to sink in it forever, so that the scalding water could clean the filth from his body, preferably even the bones would be melted away.

Song Qingshi noticed that there was something wrong with the silence behind him. He turned his head and found that he was distracted when he spoke just now, and he didn't control the pill fire well, which made the water temperature rise several degrees, scalding fiercely, and Yue Wuhuan had disappeared into the water.Song Qingshi didn't care too much, got up and rushed over, reached out and fished the person out of the tank.

The wet beauty was dragged into his arms. He closed his eyes tightly and let his limbs hang down weakly. His long curly hair was tightly attached to his fair skin.Song Qingshi couldn't feel any charm, he quickly put the person flat on the ground, checked the pulse, and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation and artificial respiration.

Yue Wuhuan spat, opened his eyes, and found Song Qingshi's face very close at hand. He could even see his shadow in those black and white eyes, which were completely clear, and the eye sockets were filled with the heat from the alchemy furnace. It was slightly reddened by the smoke, and there were water droplets on the long eyelashes. He really looked like an immature and innocent boy. He couldn't tell that he was the ancestor of Yuanying who had practiced for nearly a thousand years, and he cheated the dead.

He didn't realize the real identity of the other party at the riverside, and he wanted to sympathize with him, because he died unjustly.

Yue Wuhuan's thoughts became more and more chaotic, he curled up subconsciously, all kinds of messy memories flashed in front of his eyes, the tenderness in his chest and the lingering warmth on his lips made him a little confused about today and night, as if he had returned to being punished when.

Song Xueba almost failed his exam, and was so frightened that his soul flew away. He operated like a tiger, relying entirely on instinct.After Yue Wuhuan woke up, he breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that in the world of cultivating immortals, there are many ways to treat drowning, and there is no need to use modern first aid methods at all.

This is a bit unclear...

It is a routine operation for medical students to do first aid for drowning. No matter whether it is a beauty or an ugly monster, a child or an old man, he will do it without hesitation. Don't worry about small things, but I don't know how to explain it.

Yue Wuhuan's eyes had lost focus, he slowly unfolded his body, no longer covering up, like a dying fish being forcibly dragged ashore, ready to be slaughtered.

Song Qingshi quickly turned his head, closed his eyes, and apologized honestly: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake about the water temperature."

"The lord is not wrong," Yue Wuhuan opened his eyes, but couldn't get any scenery into his mind. He listened, but couldn't understand any language. He repeated the standard answer, "It's my fault, I fault..."

This is the truth that he has learned after paying a lot of money and being instilled repeatedly, reminding him how to live all the time.

"Wu Huan, you are so beautiful, you were born to be played with."

"Wuhuan, it's your body that seduces a man, and that's why you're being ruined."

"Wu Huan, it's because you look so wild that I can't stop you."

"Wu Huan, you are a monster born of desire."

"Wuhuan, it's all your fault."

"Wuhuan, it's all your fault."

……

"My fault, my fault, my fault..." Yue Wuhuan repeated numbly, "It's all my fault."

Because it is wrong for him to live in this world.

Song Qingshi took off his magic robe and put it on Yue Wuhuan, and suddenly realized that the mental state of the person in front of him was very wrong, as if he had fallen into a terrible magic barrier.He thought for a while, gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to hit but was reluctant, so he got up and went to the side to fetch a bucket of cold water, cast a freezing spell, and poured it over his head.Yue Wuhuan was shivered by the cold, and his mind was a little clear, Song Qingshi took the opportunity to take Ningshen Jingqi pills and swallowed them for him.

"Honorable Lord?" Yue Wuhuan woke up, a little dazed.

"It's okay." Song Qingshi took the towels and clothes he had prepared earlier, wrapped him one layer on the left and one layer on the right, like a zongzi, and then gave a reasonable explanation, "You are hallucinating from drowning."

Yue Wuhuan nodded blankly.

Song Qingshi confirmed that the zongzi had been wrapped tightly, stopped in satisfaction, and asked: "Wear more in the future."

Yue Wuhuan looked at him and asked anxiously, "Can I wear more clothes?"

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, serious education: "Autumn is coming, the weather is cold, you must wear more clothes, so as not to catch cold."

"Thank you, Lord, for your mercy." After Yue Wuhuan made sure that he was not lying, he responded softly. He clutched the clothes on his body tightly. A scene for playthings.

Now, this deceitful man helped him put on the clothes one by one with his own hands, as if he was tempting him to expect something...

The medicated bath was interrupted, and the effect has not been fully exerted.

During the Song and Qing Dynasties, they were busy adding water to the medicine tank and readjusting the temperature.

Yue Wuhuan sat quietly on the ground and watched him busy himself, thinking a lot.Suddenly, belatedly, he realized that the burning sensation in his body that was difficult to eliminate was much less. He moved his body slightly, and was surprised to find that the sensitivity caused by the drug had also decreased a lot, and the friction of the cloth was no longer uncomfortable.

He guessed for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, and finally plucked up the courage to ask: "My lord, what is the red grass Qufei soup... what is it for?"

"Ah?" Song Qingshi stopped his hands and was a little stunned. He found that he had committed the bad habit of a bully again. His thinking jumped too fast. He always felt that as long as he said a name or noun, others would understand it, regardless of whether others followed him or not. on their own ideas.

Song Qingshi was a studious student who corrected his mistakes. He reorganized the language several times in his mind and chose the simplest expression, "Your body is eroded by many kinds of drugs, so you are very uncomfortable. Hongcao Qufei Decoction can To remove the drug residues in your body, this medicated bath needs to be done five times, and Shengjihua and Xuebusu are added in the last two times to help repair old injuries. It will be painful and itchy, and it is not easy to use anesthetics. Don’t worry, As long as you endure that stage, your body will return to its original appearance..."

There are many more things that Song Qingshi couldn't bear to say: Those people didn't care about Yue Wuhuan's life and death at all, all kinds of love medicines were used on him without restraint, resulting in conflicts of various medicines in the body, and excessive residues. If you continue to use the medicine, He won't live for a few years.

"I was overdosed...yes, they think I'm boring," Yue Wuhuan wrapped his clothes tightly around his body, not wanting to let go.After hesitating for a long time, he still decided to control the reluctance in his heart and explain clearly what would be discovered sooner or later. He spoke in such a confusing manner that he once again forgot what he should call himself, "My lord, if there is no medicine , my body won't respond to men, you can't have fun with me, I, I'm not used to those things, only with the help of drugs..."

Song Qingshi interrupted his incoherent speech: "Don't do things that don't suit you."

"You don't have to be nice to me." The more Wuhuan revealed his inner voice, the more frightened he became. Like a child who was at a loss, he said in despair, "I have nothing, the only thing I can give you is this body..."

Song Qingshi realized that he was not in the right mood, turned around and came back, he knew that he should do psychological intervention now, but the words turned in his heart thousands of times, but all disappeared when he reached his tongue, he couldn't say anything pleasant and comforting, obviously sad It's amazing, but in the end, I can only condense two words: "You have."

Yue Wuhuan in his heart is the child who practiced sword hard under the peach blossom tree, and the boy who dreamed of becoming a sword master with a mortal body.

What he saw in Yue Wuhuan was a phoenix soaring in the nine heavens, the brightest star in the night, but its wings were broken and covered in dust.

Song Qingshi walked step by step, each step was firm.

Yue Wuhuan tried to calm down, but his body trembled uncontrollably, wanting to back away.

Song Qingshi half-kneeled and squatted down, looking seriously into his eyes.

Yue Wuhuan felt that he could not retreat.

Song Qingshi promised word by word: "What you have, I will find for you; what you want, I will give you everything."

Yue Wuhuan's breathing became short of breath, he still couldn't understand what this promise meant, but he understood the seriousness and firmness in Song Qingshi's eyes.He asked cautiously, "What do you need me to do?"

Song Qingshi asked: "Don't kill yourself, okay?"

Yue Wuhuan thought for a long time, and finally nodded.