Mistakenly Saving the Villain

How should cute girls act?

The god of the Immortal Peak encountered an unprecedented difficult problem, he thought for a long time, and ordered Kong Muhua to meet him.

Kong Muhua is a wonderful flower on the top of immortality... It is obviously a male peacock demon, a vanguard general on the battlefield, and his magic weapon is two giant axes, which can kill people like hemp.After turning into a human being, he thinks that the clothes and jewelry of men in the world are not gorgeous enough. He likes to dress up like a girl. He is born beautiful, with beautiful eyes and a graceful figure. In his life, he likes to compete with others for beauty, he is good at flirting with others, acting coquettishly and foolishly, so few people know that he is a man.

He has been ranked first in the dream lover list of male cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation all year round, and the top of the list of foxes that female cultivators most want to kill.

Now, Kong Muhua was suddenly summoned by the god, and he was a little nervous, wondering if he had done something wrong.

Shenjun dismissed the crowd and walked up to him. From hair accessories to clothing, from figure to hands and feet, he carefully looked at him. He even studied his hairstyle, eyebrows, and listened to his voice. Ordered him to walk a few steps, smiled... and finally asked him what women like.

Kong Muhua's entire peacock was stunned.

He felt that the Immortal Peak was about to usher in a mistress.

Shenjun has excellent aesthetics and harsh vision. How perfect should a beauty be for him?

Kong Muhua wanted to cry. He felt that he couldn't compare to the beauty of the god, so he changed into women's clothes, and found a new way to win by surprise. Now, the beauty is about to lose to the queen... He felt that the life of the peacock was bleak, and it was meaningless to open the screen. He urgently needed to be gentle. A beautiful man asks for comfort in his arms, rolls on the bed, and forces a marriage by the way, like Bai Xianzun...

Everyone's delusional thoughts about the gods should be given up.

Maybe, Bai Xianzun will agree to form a Taoist partner with him?

Thinking of this, Kong Muhua put away his frustration and happily ran to report the news.

……

Indus platform, inside the heavy bead curtain.

Shenjun took off the snow feather cloak, took a bath carefully, walked to the mirror, and scrutinized his appearance harshly. The monks in the distraction stage can adjust their body shape and appearance. It is not difficult to disguise, the difficulty is how to disguise well That person's heart.

He thought for a while, and directly modified it to his 14-year-old appearance. At that time, his height was just right, his appearance was indistinguishable, his waist was full, and he was not enough to hold it. He only needed to adjust the shoulders to be thinner, and the skeleton of his hands and feet would be slightly smaller. The base period is the posture of a weak beauty.

He thought about the common characteristics of those task objects in Zhao Ye's memory, and then thought about Kong Muhua's seamless women's clothing, adjusted the details, hid the Adam's apple, and then removed the edges and corners of the eyebrows, turning the flamboyant flamboyant into gentle as water The only temperament is the mole of tears in the corner of the eye, which cannot be covered up, and the secular romance cannot be concealed.

He thought for a long time, and gave up on tossing about the tear mole.

Although most of the system tasks are pure beauties, but he knows that Song Qingshi likes flamboyant style, so he can't lose all the temperament of Yue Wuhuan... He tried to smile into the mirror, so that the dignified phoenix eyes could be filled with a smile. The brilliance of desire flows out again, blooming only for one person.

The inadvertently charming look in the pure breath, and the occasional profligate behavior when holy and cold, are the things that can drag a man into the abyss.Just like what Song Qingshi did to him in bed, it was extremely delicious.

Even if it is a return of amnesia, the agreement must be fulfilled.

Song Qingshi proposed marriage, and he agreed. The two are unconcluded Taoist couples, and there is no room for regret.

Although he won't force the other party to do these things, he doesn't intend to be a gentleman to the person with amnesia, and he will use all the means that should be used.

He didn't want to think that those methods were crazy and pathological, and his emotions had already gotten out of control.

Song Qingshi once said during the treatment that desire is not something to be ashamed of, and there is no need to suppress the body's instincts, just let it out as much as possible, which will help recovery.

I hope he can do what he says and do his best to heal himself well.

……

Mr. Yue took care of Song Qingshi in his clothes, and stayed by his side every day, never leaving, and fed countless panacea.

Song Qingshi's wound healed quickly, but his sleeping position was not good. Every morning, he found himself lying on Mr. Yue's lap, his mouth was a little swollen, and his skin was broken. He drank two doses of decoction to clear away heat and fire, but it didn't help. , probably due to the dry climate and weak constitution.

Mr. Yue thinks the soup is too bitter, so let him drink more honey, it will taste better.

Song Qingshi was very grateful, praising him every day as a good man.

Seeing this, Song Jincheng felt more and more that the two of them could not be simply dating each other. His father would not be so gentle and considerate to take care of him when he was sick, let alone give him as much pocket money as he wanted!So... Song Qingshi must be the illegitimate son of his uncle!It's just that for some reason, I don't want to disclose it to the outside world.

The last time his uncle asked him to buy something, he didn't finish it in the middle of the night, and came back crying, facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes.

This time, he must seize the opportunity, serve him well, and gain the favorability of his senior uncle, so as not to fall into the fate of his senior brother—although those senior brothers used hair growth medicine to get their hair back, they became a joke in the valley. Didn't get a girlfriend.

With great ambition, Song Jincheng ran errands to buy various travel supplies for Song Qingshi.

Finally, everything was added.

Mr. Yue said that he had something to do and needed to leave.Before leaving, he took out a snow-colored cassock with a wide robe and long sleeves, which he said was a farewell gift ordered by Qiaoyifang a few days ago.

The cassocks of the Song and Qing dynasties were broken a long time ago. When I saw this suit, I liked it so much that I changed it on the spot. Thank you again and again.

With a smile, Mr. Yue rearranged his messy hair, said goodbye and left.

Song Qingshi packed up his luggage and was about to leave when he finally remembered that he forgot to arrange transportation. Song Jincheng sneaked away from school and didn't dare to use the magic boat mount in Wangguli. Now the town where the two stayed is relatively remote, with few monks coming and going, not only no fairy beasts door, and there is no high-level dharma boat.

He and Song Jincheng stood on the street, looking at each other. After searching for a long time, they finally bought two fast-moving spirit horses. After calculating the location on the map, they planned to ride for three days. Charter French boats.

The two rode on horses and drove away in the dust.

Since Song Qingshi was inside the city, he felt prying eyes. He looked back and looked around, and found that the beautiful red fairy bird he had seen a few days ago had returned and had been following him.

He beckoned.

The fairy bird flew down, stood affectionately on his shoulder, and gently pecked his ears, as if acting like a baby.

"This bird is so beautiful." Song Jincheng was amused when he saw the interaction between one person and one bird, and took out melon seeds to tease him. "Come on, let my brother stroke the tail."

The red fairy bird slowly turned its neck, looked at him coldly for a moment, then suddenly spit out a ball of fire, rushed towards his face, and set Song Jincheng's clothes and hair on fire. Song Jincheng was terrified, and flung sparks everywhere Yes, the spirit horse's tail was also stained with flames, and it jumped up in shock, carrying Song Jincheng who was screaming, jumping forward.

Song Qingshi was dumbfounded, he turned his head stiffly, looked at the unknown red fairy bird on his shoulder, and confirmed that it was a big raptor that was not easy to mess with...

Xianniao rubbed his cheek again, then lowered her head, prettified her feathers obediently, pretending she hadn't done anything bad.

Song Jincheng screamed louder: "Qingshi, come here!"

His pitch changed word by word, and the last two words were out of tune.

Song Qingshi heard that something was wrong, so he drove over quickly to check the situation, but saw an injured and unconscious girl in red clothes lying on the edge of the cliff, she seemed to have encountered an accident on the mountain, rolled down, had two cuts on her head, and passed out. There was a lot of blood, and there were multiple bruises on the hands and feet, and the ankle seemed to be sprained.

The girl looks very delicate, with a honey-colored complexion, picturesque eyebrows, and beautiful facial features. Her long eyelashes are like butterfly wings, trembling slightly, and the small red tear mole under her left eye is a bit of a no-no. The alluring breath.She was wearing a gauze dress made of red ice silk, which was torn several times by branches during her escape. The neckline was slightly spread, revealing a slender neck and a little collarbone. Green Grass Room...

Song Qingshi's heart was a little confused: "I feel like I've seen this girl somewhere before."

Song Jincheng agreed: "Every time I see a beautiful girl, I feel familiar."

Song Qingshi was choked, he belatedly realized that something was wrong with his words, like a disciple, he quickly got rid of the messy feelings in his mind, and knelt down to check the girl's injuries.

"The head injury is more serious, and there may be a slight concussion. It needs to be treated as soon as possible to prevent it from getting worse." Song Qingshi took out a golden needle, pricked a few needles skillfully, guided the congestion to disperse with spiritual power, and then took Qingming pills, mixed with water Melt it and feed her.

"Can you do it?" Song Jincheng was extremely nervous. He found that Song Qingshi's stitches were very strange, and he had never seen them before. He was afraid that he was pretending to be an expert, but in reality he was doing something wrong, and made a beautiful girl look like a fool.But Song Qing's injections were quick and bold, so he had no time to stop her, so he had to persuade her, "We'd better take her to the clinic and let the doctors treat her."

Song Qingshi finished the injection and bandaged the wound. Hearing this, he was at a loss: "Why do you need a doctor? I am a doctor."

Song Jincheng pointed out the problem seriously: "You don't look very reliable."

Song Qingshi was questioned about his professionalism again, and he was a little depressed: "My medical skills are very good."

Song Jincheng asked seriously: "Do you know the oriole suture technique? Do you know Dongniang's eighteen stitches? Do you know Huang's bone setting method? These techniques have been passed down for nearly a thousand years, and every doctor can use them."

Song Qingshi continued to be at a loss...

Song Jincheng sighed and shook his head.

Song Qingshi realized that his image was about to become a quack doctor, so he quickly argued, "I know ghosts and gods with 88 injections."

"88 needles of ghosts and gods? The most unpredictable acupuncture method in the world?" Song Jincheng almost laughed, "Brother, this thing is something in myths and legends. There is no relevant record in Yaowang Valley. How did you learn it?"

"I can't remember." Song Qingshi lightly held his forehead, and he felt that the stitching method was imprinted in his mind, and it was handy, as if he used it often, "But I really know..."

He just forgot how to learn...

Song Qingshi thought for a long time and firmly believed that he was not a quack doctor. Seeing that Song Jincheng had no decent treatment plan, he squatted down and continued to use golden needles to comb the patient's meridians to help recover.

The bruise dissipated, and the girl in red gradually woke up. She opened her blurred phoenix eyes, gently closed the loose collar, and quietly covered the torn corner of the skirt, then looked at the two of them, and finally stopped her gaze On Song Qingshi, unwilling to leave for a long time, he asked softly, "Did you save me?"

"We were passing by," Song Qingshi was afraid of being misunderstood as a bad person, so he quickly introduced himself and Song Jincheng's identity as a pharmacist, and finally said, "What's the girl's name? Where is the teacher's school? We will take you back."

The girl in red thought for a long time, shook her head, and said sadly, "I don't know."

Song Jincheng was surprised and said, "You lost your memory too?"

When he turned his head to look at Song Qing, his eyes were full of accusations, and he suspected that the golden needle had damaged his brain.

"Short-term amnesia caused by concussion is common. This girl's condition is more serious than imagined. It's best to stay in the hospital for observation." Song Qingshi was so embarrassed by him. In order to prove that his medical skills were correct, he decided to admit the girl to the hospital. , He took out his notebook to record his condition, but found that he could not write the medical record without knowing the name of the patient. After thinking about it, he decided to give him a random name first, "I'll call it Xiao..."

The girl in red sensed that something was wrong, and quickly replied: "My name seems to be Feng Jun."

Song Qingshi was stunned, and crossed out the name on the medical record, he originally wanted to be called Xiaohong.