Mistakenly Saving the Villain

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, they saw the phoenix, Yue Wuhuan, and their own death in the fragments of the golden light of merit.

Time and time again, dying in the snow, being shot by random arrows, dying under the wheel, dying on the execution ground...

He was confused, but after Yue Wuhuan opened his heart and gradually revealed his feelings and fragility, Song Qingshi understood the meaning of these deaths.Every time it was a heart-wrenching torture for Yue Wuhuan, forcing him to lose hope, go completely crazy, and have to commit suicide in a desperate hell.

No pain, he is not afraid of pain.

He will never allow such an ending to happen again.

Song Qingshi tried to analyze every death shown in Tianji, and found that most of them contained the shadow of heaven tampering with fate, sudden diseases, accidents, disasters...even in one life, he found a crisis, squatted in the house, and was also killed. Killed by falling meteorites.

Every accident was a coincidence, and every coincidence happened to him and took his life.

In this life, he is a Nascent Soul cultivator with a high level of cultivation. He can’t be killed by leaking poison casually and blowing up a pill furnace. Judging from Yue Wuhuan’s Transcending Tribulation, it seems that the way of heaven can only distort the rules and create coincidences, not directly. Kill with your hands.

So, how will he die this time?

Song Qingshi suddenly remembered that he had been killed once...

At that time, he didn't know Yue Wuhuan, so he was not targeted by fate, and borrowed the power of the system to survive smoothly, although he didn't understand why the system wanted to help him.

However, An Long's inner demon can get out of control once, and he can get out of control a second time. He is the most powerful Nascent Soul cultivator, and has half-demon blood, bloodthirsty and warlike, and is the most suitable pawn for Heaven's control.

He had already set his suspicious eyes on An Long.

800 years of acquaintance, 500 years of friendship, once fought side by side...

Song Qingshi understands Anlong's character. He hates hiding and hides, but likes confrontation. Facing dangerous pursuits, he will only fight more and more bravely until he kills all the enemies.Since Wan Gu Sect has chosen to betray, An Long will return to Xilin to kill the traitor...

If news of Anlong came from Xilin, even if it was bloody news, it would be no big deal.

The news that Xilin lost Anlong is the most dangerous...

An Long may have lost control of his demons, and his eyes are red.

Dead people have no news.

When Xianjun Ye Lin sent the warning letter.

Song Qingshi understood that this was An Long's challenge to himself, and it was also the date of his death arranged by fate, the hell arranged by Yue Wuhuan.

He will never admit defeat.

He wants to challenge his own destiny.

He will do his best to change the more unhappy future.

……

Song Qingshi stretched out his hand, and a black and red flame lotus appeared in the air, illuminating the surrounding environment.

An Long covered his blood-red eyes, unaccustomed to such light, his mind was muddled, wandering between madness and sobriety, and finally he couldn't help laughing.

He realized that he had never seen Song Qingshi's true strength, and now that the two of them were going all out to fight fiercely, it was not in vain for many years of friendship.

Song Qingshi took advantage of him still a little bit awake, and asked: "Jinfeng Villa, are you also bewitched?"

"Yes," An Long's body was gradually changing, and he smiled painfully, "At that time, I was controlled by the demons and lost my mind...I was very sad, please lie to me, even if you say 'like', give me My beautiful hallucinations can make the demons recede and give up the killing intent, but you refused. Do you hate me so much, would you rather die than lie, and let me get rid of the pain?"

Song Qingshi thought for a while: "No, if you like it, you like it, and if you don't like it, you don't like it. I can't lie to you."

An Long's breathing became short, and his mind was gradually invaded by demonic nature: "Qingshi, I hate you so much..."

Yue Wuhuan's love lock suppresses love, while his love lock suppresses hatred and killing intent.

The blood of a half-demon is born without feelings, only killing and greedy desires.

He forced himself to learn, understand, and respect.

He really wanted to be a real human, but he failed.

Song Qingshi sent him to Master Mercy to learn to be a human being, but he didn't see any humanity in those children. They didn't understand good and evil, they just became obedient puppets and followed the rules.During the Battle of Demon Sealing, he saw with his own eyes that Master Mercy's demon nature broke out after being seriously injured, turned into a terrifying monster, and was killed as an enemy. Then everyone thought he was killed by the monster and worshiped him as a hero. It was extremely ridiculous.

After Master Mercy's death, his remaining disciples gradually revealed their demonic nature and were finally exterminated.

Demons are demons after all, so where is there any humanity?

He just needs to kill...

An Long's pupils had turned into terrifying vertical pupils. He lost any human emotion and turned into a monster completely.He let out an inaudible whistle, and the forest was filled with the tinny sound of insects moving, more and more and closer.

Song Qingshi glanced around, and with the snap of his fingers, the Red Lotus Profound Fire ignited, burning the entire forest. The extremely high temperature prevented the attack of Gu insects and poisons, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt limbs.

He stood on the red lotus, condescendingly looked down at the monster on the ground, and made a magic seal.

Countless hands protruded from An Long's feet. They were poisonous puppets hidden in the ground one after another. Their bodies bore traces of stitches, like rag dolls crawling out of hell, tightly entwining their targets, carrying all kinds of toxins , grabbed him.An Long's body turned into thick scales, blocking the invasion of toxins. He threw out his long scorpion tail, tore off the blue and white hands, and rushed towards Song Qingshi.

He doesn't need to know how many hole cards Song Qingshi has, he just needs to know that Song Qingshi is not good at melee combat.

The defensive barrier and magic circle bloomed in the air, quickly separating the distance between the two.

An Long sneered and stretched out his sharp claws, tore open the barrier, and rushed towards the target in front of him.However, Song Qingshi suddenly disappeared and was replaced by countless black butterflies flying towards him overwhelmingly with poison.An Long quickly closed his eyes, the scale powder fell on his face after all, corroded wounds on the scales, and then penetrated.

With a sharp claw, he tore off the infected scales, blocking the invasion of toxins, and then new scales grew to cover the original wounds, and then he whipped fiercely, and threw it towards the empty place next to him. , breaking Song Qingshi's hidden formation, forcing him to reveal his true colors.

"Found it." An Long neighed softly.

Song Qingshi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled, and threw a small black lotus flame on the ground.

Suddenly, there was an explosion on the ground, and the poison puppet ambushing inside launched a self-explosion attack. Then, the explosions were chained together, carrying heavy poisons, and bombarded the entire forest. All the trees were corroded into black venom. All were wiped out, a huge pit with a depth of tens of meters appeared on the ground, and everything was buried. The air was filled with poisonous mist, which penetrated into the breath, skin, and every inch of the body.

The dust dissipated, revealing An Long's figure. He wrapped himself inside with hard scales, protected his vitals, and avoided most of the damage. However, the toxin invaded his body and affected his actions, making him The feeling is gradually sluggish.His breathing became a little heavy, but his mood became more and more excited.

It's a happy fight...

This is an opponent worth killing...

He stood up again, rushed towards the target, then disappeared in the air, appeared in front of Song Qingshi in an instant, and punched him heavily in the abdomen.Song Qingshi was blown away, even with the protection of high-level robes, his ribs were still cracked, and the tottering Nascent Soul in the dantian became more and more dangerous.

Song Qingshi stood up with difficulty. He had known for a long time that Anlong's strongest was not Gu worms, but his natural combat bones. He possessed the strongest physique and fighting instinct, and could easily see through all flaws and find suitable weaknesses for attacking.

He gave up part of his defense and marked An Long with the Black Death Butterfly.

Black butterflies gather one after another and attack the marked enemies.

An Long glanced at the butterfly, and whistled silently again. Countless grimacing moths rushed in like a tornado, rushed through the flame barrier fearlessly, and rushed towards the black butterfly in groups. One of them died. Another one, the corpses piled up on the mountain, took away the poisonous scale powder of the black dead butterfly, consumed the venom in the body, and made them lose the ability to attack.

Song Qingshi realized the crisis, and the ghost fire rose from his body, trying to burn the approaching enemies to death.

However, the scorpion tail suddenly appeared, pierced his abdomen, and firmly nailed him to the rock wall.

An Long slowly walked out among the moths with grimacing faces: "I caught you."

Song Qingshi tightly grasped the scorpion tail on his abdomen, panting, he knew that he couldn't pull out the piercing weapon now, it would cause massive blood loss.Fortunately, before the start of the battle, he took a powerful analgesic elixir, which controlled most of the pain to a tolerable range, and kept his mind clear.

An Long walked over slowly, stretched out his hand, and gently touched his face, trying to wipe off the blood on it.

There was severe pain from his fingertips. He felt that he had touched the hot alchemy furnace, scorched the hard scales, his skin was torn apart, and gave off an unpleasant smell. The severe pain made him wake up for a moment, and bloody tears flowed from his bloody eyes. He asked hoarsely, "Why?"

As soon as the words fell, he could no longer speak.

Feelings are the sweetest thing in the world, and also the cruelest thing in the world.

There's no point to it.

"Qingshi, I don't want to kill you," he looked at the person in front of him, and begged again in despair, "Please, just say 'like', even if it's a lie, let the demons let me go and let you go. "

The sharp auditory hallucinations in his mind were constantly clamoring, sending out killing signals and eroding his will. Only by killing the person in front of him, or getting what he wanted, could he get rid of this ugly appearance and be freed from the pain.

He didn't know how much longer he could last.

Song Qingshi raised his head and said softly, "It's useless."

The same scene, the same prayer, finally reminded him of what happened in Jinfeng Villa.

"A fake is a fake after all, and you can't be real," Song Qingshi panted with difficulty, and told him the real answer, "I can't lie to you, you are a Gu worm genius I admire, and you were my best friend at one time. Well, it has helped me a lot...so...I must never deceive your heart with lies, this is a humiliation to your feelings..."

An Long stared at him blankly, as if meeting him for the first time.

Tears welled up in Song Qingshi's eyes, and he smiled and said, "I caught you too."

From the beginning to the end, he was waiting for this kind of opportunity. The scorpion tail connected the two people, and no one could escape.

An Long finally understood that death is his best affiliation.

He lowered his head with a smile, and hugged the blood-covered teenager into his arms. Every inch of his body was burned, just to gain a moment of sobriety; he lightly branded a kiss on his forehead, and his lips were burned It was burnt and rotten, and the original appearance could hardly be seen, just for the final farewell.

The most painful hug in the world is also the most painful kiss, but he is willing.

The black lotus and the red lotus in the sky forcibly merged into one, turning into brilliant gold, giving off the breath of death.

An Long lowered his head gently, still pushing the death lotus into his arms according to Song Qingshi.

The lotus flower exploded in an instant, blasting the hard scales, piercing the chest cavity, destroying all internal organs, blood splashing everywhere, no matter how hard it could be stopped, the gravel was quickly stained red, and seeped into the ground little by little.

It turns out that the blood of the half-demon is also red.

The auditory hallucinations in his mind almost turned into crazy alarm bells, and the sea of ​​consciousness became a mess. He felt that his body was being forcibly repaired bit by bit, depriving him of the right to die, which violated the laws of heaven and earth. His body was transformed into a Very weird, what happened?

An Long was a little anxious and flustered.

The scorpion's tail was broken, and Song Qingshi treated the wound urgently, using gold needles and medicine to stop the bleeding.

He slowly crawled towards An Long, checked the unreasonable changes in his body, and confirmed his judgment - fate chose An Long as a pawn to destroy Yue Wuhuan, so he was not allowed to die by his hands.

No luck, only forced killing.

"Don't be afraid," Song Qingshi comforted softly, "Death is not the real end, but a new beginning."

The golden light of merit in the scroll is very gentle.

It doesn't want him to see the pain of death again and again, but to let him see the opportunities of new life again and again.If the death arranged by Tiandao cannot be avoided, what he has to do is to seize the time before death, give Yue Wuhuan enough reminders and promises, leave sufficient preparations for himself, and then wait for the new reincarnation to start.

Phoenix nirvana, life to death...

This is the correct answer given by the scroll.

Looking at his calm expression, An Long gradually calmed down the anxiety in his heart.

Song Qingshi struggled to sacrifice the tattered Nascent Soul in his body. The self-destruction of the Nascent Soul cultivator could destroy all creatures within a radius of a hundred miles. He would destroy himself, Anlong, the entire secret realm, and everything else.

Every crack on the Nascent Soul is a symbol of the ruthless way of being tempted.

An Long looked at it for a long time, and finally asked the question he wanted to know a long time ago: "Qingshi, do you regret it? You rescued an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf in the stinking swamp. ...and hurt you time and time again..."

Song Qingshi thought for a while, then shook his head: "I have never regretted it."

An Long asked in disbelief, "Why?"

Song Qingshi said with a smile: "If I didn't save you, how could there be an amazingly talented Gu king in the world? A rebellious God of War? Those days of adventure together... really happy..."

He stopped his voice, and suddenly remembered that in the memory of the picture scroll, a majestic and domineering black dragon would occasionally appear beside Phoenix.

The black dragon likes to provoke the phoenix, and then fight in the clouds, the world is dark, and after the fight, they make up again, and fly side by side... just like good friends.

Song Qingshi was very envious of this.

The black scales on An Long's face and the vertical pupils in his eyes gradually merged with the black dragon in his memory.He was pulled out of the dragon's scales and tendons, and turned into an ugly monster. He lost his former brilliance and all his pride, but he was still struggling and resisting. He would rather die than be controlled by fate. chess pieces.

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, the more they looked at it, the more careful they became, and the more serious they became.

An Long blocked his gaze with his hands, and said fearfully, "Don't look at me, I'm a monster."

Song Qingshi: "Don't be afraid, this is not the real you."

An Long asked: "What should the real me be like?"

Song Qingshi thought about the black dragon that accompanied the phoenix flying above the nine heavens: "It's probably very handsome."

"Nonsense," An Long couldn't help laughing, the laughter twitched the wound in his chest, but the pain was very happy, he said loudly: "Kill me, otherwise I still have a breath, and I will definitely kill you and Yue Wu joyous……"

The voice in my head became more and more sharp, like a mechanism that was about to be destroyed, emitting bursts of dangerous humming.

An Long looked at him and said goodbye softly: "If we can meet again, there won't be a third time."

Song Qingshi nodded with a smile: "I believe in you."

Yuan Ying gradually shattered, about to tear apart the layout of fate.

……

Suddenly, a frantic siren sounded.

A strange black hole appeared in the air, swallowing him whole, blocking the power of Yuanying's explosion.

The chaotic sound of the system came from the void, with a stuttering, like a virus, excessive energy consumption, and an instrument that is about to collapse:

"Tasker Song Qingshi, number of failures: [-]."

"Tasker Song Qingshi, the number of failures: 350 [-]."

"Tasker Song Qingshi, number of failures: [-]."

"Tasker Song Qingshi, the number of failures: 350 [-]."

"Tasker Song Qingshi, number of failures: [-]."

"Tasker Song Qingshi, the number of failures: 350 [-]."

"Correct the plot, send out missionaries."

"Correct the plot, send out missionaries."

"..."

Song Qingshi disappeared into the black hole, and only had time to leave his last words to Anlong: "Don't kill without joy, you will regret it!"

An Long struggled to get up and stop him, but the injury affected his body's movements, so he was half a step slower after all.He watched Song Qingshi, who was seriously injured, disappear inexplicably, his mind was in chaos, and he couldn't figure out what happened.

He tried to grab a handful of air, but felt nothing.

There is no wave of magic, no trace of sorcery.

He felt that the breath of Song Qingshi was erased by the world, as if it never existed.

The demonization of his body is gradually receding, and he has returned to his human appearance.

This kind of thing happened before, when Song Qingshi died.

An Long sat there in a daze, until most of the serious injuries on his body were repaired, and he couldn't recover.

The auditory hallucinations in my mind are much weaker, and I am still rambling:

"He, he's lying..."

"Don't, don't believe it, you won't regret it..."

"Yes, I saved you."

"Quick, go to Yaowang Valley, kill Yue Wuhuan."

"..."

An Long sat for a long time, thought for a long time, and finally stood up.

He dragged his heavy steps towards the Valley of the Medicine King step by step.