Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 53

Yue Wuhuan found that his lord became clingy. He always followed himself and wanted to try to chat, such as today’s weather, peonies in the garden, birds flying in the sky, or something delicious. Does it have something to do with the secret book on master-disciple interaction that he secretly hid from him?

He slightly pressed Xianjun Yanyuan.

Immortal Monarch Yanyuan didn’t dare to provoke a madman, and immediately said everything.

After Yue Wuhuan knew the whole story, he felt very interesting. He played the role of a good apprentice enthusiastically and played games with his master.

Song Qingshi is actually very bad at small talk, no matter what the content is, three sentences will die.

The less joyful he is, the more he likes to watch him gouging his mind, searching his stomach, desperately looking for words and what he is saying, it is so cute, occasionally I see him that I can’t continue, and I will start the topic for him again to make the cold field shorter.

Before going to bed, Yue Wuhuan discovered that Song Qingshi had climbed into the bed again, leaning against his pillow, holding the “Kangqu Legend Collection” in his hand, and said very seriously: “Let’s tell a bedtime story.”

Yue Wuhuan lay on the pillows, listening to him start to read the fables of the big tiger and the little white rabbit. He felt a little dazed, as if he was back when his mother was muttering in her ears when she was a child…

Song Qingshi read a few pages and concluded: “I seem to have taken the wrong book.”

He picked up the bedtime story that was the most popular among the disciples of the Chilong Sect. He said that it was perfect in virtue, wisdom and beauty, and the title was no problem. He didn’t expect to overturn the car, so he came without carefully reading the content, thinking about the two of them. Read together to increase the relationship. Unexpectedly, the age group of this bedtime story seems to have serious problems. The Chilong Sect has many young disciples…

Children’s books are at least mentally healthy. He is a little wondering how the little white rabbit manages the big tiger.

Song Qingshi’s reading habits were very good, and he didn’t like to give up halfway, so he bit his head and insisted on finishing reading.

Yue Wuhuan buried his head in the quilt and tried his best to hold back a smile.

“Tomorrow I will change the book.” Although Song Qingshi felt that he was a little stupid, it was a good thing to make him happy.

Yue Wu Huan laughed for a long time, crawling back from the quilt, and wondering what he was going to do next.

Seeing that he was not drowsy, Song Qingshi reluctantly suggested: “Since I can’t sleep, let’s do a few high math problems?”

“Okay,” Yue Wu laughed more happily, “I like doing this kind of thing in bed with the Lord the most.”

Song Qingshi was happy and overjoyed when he saw him. He took out his pen and paper, brushed more than 20 questions, and talked a lot of mathematical formulas.

The more Wuhuan buried his head in the sea of ​​questions, the learning was extremely happy.

Finally, he found that Song Qingshi fell asleep unsuspectingly next to him.

The Blood King Vine couldn’t help but slowly stretched out from all directions, wandering around like a huge spider web, poked, and wanted to capture it. He greedily admired the treasure that had been sleeping for a long time, and finally withdrew all his desires restrainedly, leaving only a vine gently wrapped around his ankle.

Not urgent.

…

The next day, Song Qingshi pondered for a long time and sorted out all the bedtime stories he knew in his mind, feeling that it would be inappropriate to say “Snow White” or “Ugly Duckling” to Yue Wuhuan. It’s even more difficult to brush up questions every day. The more Wuhuan’s learning enthusiasm is stronger than him, the more he brushes, the more energetic he is, and he falls asleep, but the other party is not asleep.

He decided to find a textbook suitable for adults to read and challenge again.

Yue Wuhuan has read “Three Brothers in Fighting Tiger”, and summed up a very insightful reading.

He has to change an interesting bedtime reading…

Song Qingshi pondered for a long time, taking advantage of Yue Wuhuan’s study of spells with the Chilong Sect disciples, and took the time to find books, but the study rooms of all sects were forbidden and they were not allowed to enter. He was a rule-abiding person, and wanted to ask Immortal Monarch Yan Yuan for permission, but he did not expect to encounter each year on the road.

I am a child year after year, with a rather mischievous personality and some familiarity.

Although Xianjun Yanyuan had repeatedly confessed to his disciples, Yaowang Xianzun had a perverse personality and could not provoke him to anger. Years after years, she didn’t believe it very much. She felt that the monk who had saved her had a good temper. When getting along with the Wuhuan monk, it didn’t look like the legendary violent, very gentle.

She likes such a brother very much.

Nian Nian took the initiative to greet Song Qingshi and asked him curiously what he was looking for.

Song Qingshi spoke more comfortably in front of a cheerful little girl. He asked Nian Nian, “Do you know any bedtime books suitable for adults? It is the kind of textbook that your brothers and sisters love before going to bed. Can help me? How many books to borrow?”

“I know,” Nian Nian immediately understood, “Senior Sister Lan has a lot of them. She looks at it every night, and other senior sisters always ask her to check it out. Sister Lan is very generous and let everyone take it whatever she wants. It’s weird, it seems that I’m afraid that the master will scold me and don’t have to work? I hide the script…but I know where she is hiding, and I will get some copies for you.”

Song Qingshi was overjoyed, thanked and thanked him, went back to the room to make a pot of spirit tea, and planned to pick books.

Before long, every year he ran over with more than a dozen scripts, handed it to Song Qingshi hurriedly, and ran away.

Song Qingshi took a sip of spiritual tea and opened the first “Prisoner’s Huanlu”. Then he found that the protagonist’s profession and name were a bit similar to his own. His name was Qingshi, and he was also a medical and poisonous master Yuan Ying. Then he caught a man named Yue. Huan’s mortal beauty came back, and the opening was a lingering kiss scene. Bluestone forced Yuehuan to press on the stone wall, and then kissed her gorgeous lips, her breath intertwined, sweetness, and bliss in the world…

He held the spirit tea and sipped it slowly, always feeling that something was wrong. After thinking for a long time, the bright light flashed in his mind, and the whole person was stunned.

Is this book insinuating about him and Yue Wuhuan?

When did he do such shameless things to Yue Wuhuan?

Song Qingshi quickly turned the book a few pages and found that it was a super discordant book, describing him forcing beauty to do all kinds of things that should be published in harmony. The scale was huge, not suitable for children, and made people blushing. He was so scared that he threw the book on the ground, then picked up other books and glanced at it. The second one was the beauty who took the initiative to seduce him, and the two had fun, and the third one was that he tied the beauty and was in various strange places. Engage in various sadomasochistic relationships…

Although the protagonist’s name has been changed in each book, it is obvious that it refers to him and Yue Wuhuan.

Song Qingshi was stunned, he didn’t even know that he was such a beast in the eyes of the world…

The door opened, Yue Wuhuan walked in and frowned slightly when he saw the book on the table.

Song Qingshi wanted to burn a book, but it was too late.

He was about to cry, stumbling and stumbling: “No, Wuhuan, listen to me, I don’t know anything, I didn’t do anything…”

“I know these,” Yue Wuhuan picked up a book casually, looked at the cover, turned a few pages, and sighed, “Everyone in the world has a curious mind. It’s because my reputation is so great that it hurts the honor of the Lord. “He looked at Song Qingshi’s ignorant expression, knowing he didn’t understand, and explained with a wry smile, “My past… is really unbearable. Everyone thinks that I rely on my body to get the favor of the Lord, so I made up a lot of things. This kind of love affairs, in fact, everyone knows that it is nonsense. Many famous people and things in the fairy world have also been written about. The Lord does not need to take it too seriously.”

He burned a lot of bookstore albums and cleaned up many bookstore owners.

The fairy world bookstore is not a profiteering industry, and the owner has no background and dare not offend lunatics.

Nowadays, the towns near Yaowanggu dare not blatantly sell his unbearable picture albums, but this kind of scripts written under pseudonyms are very common. They are all small authors, but they borrow the shadows of real characters or real stories. And it indicates that the story is purely fictitious. The elders of the fairy world all laughed at this, and would not be the cost, nor would they be held accountable, some would find it interesting, and they would buy it back to watch.

Song Qingshi never looked at the scripts, let alone the colorful scripts.

Therefore, he did not take these words seriously.

After listening to the explanation for a long time, Song Qingshi finally understood, but he was still aggrieved.

He has never been greedy for a more unhappy body, nor has he done anything that is more unforgiving, and he has practiced ruthlessly for many years, with a pure heart and low desire, whether it is a man or a man, he is honest. I haven’t even hit a plane, and even if it is written that he is in love in the eight classics, why write him as a beast?

What entwined lips and tongue, sweet as honey…

Is it really sweet and delicious?

Song Qingshi raised his head and glanced at Yue Wuhuan’s beautiful and gorgeous lips. For some reason, the sentences in the book and strange thoughts appeared in his mind. He was so shocked by his beastly thoughts that he shook his head and quickly dispelled them.

You must not think about this kind of thing…

Yue Wuhuan packed up the mess of books and prepared to hand it over to Xianjun Yanyuan. Then he thought for a while, sitting in front of Song Qingshi, and said with a serious face: “Honorable Lord, the things in these books are exaggerated. Everyone just imagines that these things between men are very happy. The real situation is not like this. This is very disgusting. .”

Song Qingshi felt like he was caught for doing something wrong. He sat stiffly and obediently, and was honestly taught.

“Men and women have different bodies, and they are not suitable for this kind of thing.” Yue Wuhuan gave him a very serious science education. “This kind of thing is more painful than you think, and the dignity will be crushed every inch. Broken, very uncomfortable, there used to be a slave…”

He used a lot of medical terms and a lot of non-emotional descriptions, but because of his own experience, he was extremely persuasive, and the scenes described by him were terrible, almost no different from **** torture.

Song Qingshi felt uncomfortable and his face turned pale.

What he thought was just a laceration was more terrifying and disgusting than he thought.

“Don’t be curious, don’t try,” Yue Wuhuan saw that he was terribly scared, and was extremely satisfied. He reached out his hand and gently touched the broken hair on his head, hugged it in his arms, and said with extreme gentleness, “The Lord keeps it now Don’t think about those things, don’t do those things, okay? If you get hurt, I will be very heartbroken…”

There are so many filthy things in this world that they can’t be guarded against. A little bit of oversight will lead to a loophole.

If it arouses the Lord’s mind, what should I do?

It’s so annoying.

…

Song Qingshi looked at his relaxed and happy eyes, and the strangeness and anxiety in his heart became clearer. Yue Wuhuan has related painful experiences. His description is not a lie, so he tore the **** wounds, why does his expression have contradictory reactions? It was as if a lot of things were suppressed in his emotions, upside down and confused, sorrow and joy exchanged, only showing the side he wanted to be seen, but he didn’t know it…

There are also strange things. For example, he found the poison on the poison puppet on the deer picked up by the farmer a few days ago, and then found the poisonous residue stuck to the grass blade in the hidden place at the foot of the mountain. The poison puppet is cruel and special. Things that are studied for murder are usually kept in mustard bags. Why should they be put out? There are also the scars on Yue Wuhuan’s wrist. He is a famous doctor. How can he not see the difference between self-harm and accidental scratching?

After discovering these abnormalities, he tried to follow as much as possible, pestering him to talk, trying to figure out what was going on.

Now, he faintly saw the answer-Wuhuan’s mental illness had worsened.

Song Qing thought blankly for a long time…

Seeing him distracted, Yue Wuhuan smiled and asked, “Honorable Lord, what’s wrong?”

Song Qingshi immediately recovered and promised: “Okay, I don’t want to do anything that Huan doesn’t like, and I won’t do it.”

The more Wuhuan was extremely satisfied: “The Lord is the best.”

Song Qingshi asked softly, “What does Wuhuan want me to do?”

Yue Wuhuan said: “I want to raise mice with you, do experiments together, study together, and watch clouds together.”

Song Qingshi nodded: “Okay.”

At night, he didn’t find an excuse to stay in bed with Yue Wuhuan, so he went back to his room, thought for a long time, took a deep breath, and then looked at the blood king vine that was crawling over, took it, and tied it to his ankle. on.