Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 63

Yue Wuhuan was very confused. He didn’t understand what the Lord was saddening. It was probably because the Phoenix kite had fallen and had a nightmare? The Lord in his heart is quite stable most of the time, but he is far away from the crowd, ignorant of the world, and occasionally shows a childish side, even crying for nightmares?

Song Qingshi clutched his shirt tightly, not letting go, and buried his head on his chest, desperately rubbing tears.

The Yue Wuhuan wanted to comfort and laugh, but he didn’t know what to say. He pondered for a moment, took out the purple bamboo flute, and blew a few cheerful tones to his lips.

The pleasant voice drew Song Qingshi’s attention back. He raised his head and looked at the long flute in Yue Wuhuan’s hand. He slowly let go of his hand, and after thinking for a moment, he lay down obediently and listened to the music on his lap. .

Yue Wuhuan unexpectedly discovered that perhaps it was a problem with the light at night. Song Qingshi’s clear eyes had strange painful emotions, as if the beautiful crystals cast a thick shadow in the dark. This feeling made him A little uneasy.

Song Qingshi turned sideways, closed his eyes lightly, smiled and said, “I want to listen to a happy song.”

Yue Wuhuan put aside his doubts for the time being, and played a very gentle exotic song. He didn’t know the name or where he came from. This was the music his mother taught when he was young. It is said that it depicts a happy home and happy memories. . He likes this tune very much, it reminds him of the melting snow and the beauty of spring blossoms.

The music washes away all the distress and all the sadness.

The sound of the flute stopped…

Song Qingshi slowly opened his eyes, and the gloom in his eyes had disappeared, returning to the previous appearance.

Yue Wuhuan thought that he had read it wrong.

“I’ve never had a nightmare, it’s embarrassing,” Song Qingshi tried to save the respect, he explained in a mess, “I dreamed that something I particularly liked was missing, and then I couldn’t find it. This feeling is like a continuous experiment with a white mouse. I have failed many, many times, and I can’t find the reason, so I’m very sad…”

Yue Wuhuan didn’t know what the mouse experiment had to do with what he liked, but he knew that his thinking was different from ordinary people, and he was a medical idiot. The failure of the experiment was a very heavy blow. He would lie down every time he finished sorting out the failure records. I was sad for more than half an hour on the table and didn’t even want to eat dessert.

“The mouse experiment failed so many times, it is really sad,” Yue Wuhuan tried to understand his feelings and comforted, “If I encounter such a thing, I will cry.”

Song Qingshi got up, rubbed his red eyes, and said embarrassedly: “Nonsense, you can’t cry…”

Yue Wuhuan joked: “The Lord wanted to see me crying, so I went to find some medicine to smoke my eyes, and then tears came out.”

Song Qingshi amused him: “I don’t want to watch you cry.”

Yue Wuhuan asked: “What are you going to see?”

Song Qingshi suddenly approached, looked at his face for a long time, and said softly: “I want to see your most beautiful look.”

The more Wuhuan was stunned, he touched his face, puzzled in his eyes.

“On the road to immortality cultivation, the body will become more and more perfect with the cultivation level,” Song Qingshi thought for a moment and explained, “Wuhuan is just building the foundation now. I look forward to your golden core, Yuanying… and even higher cultivation level. She is the first beauty in the cosmos.”

The Lord has actually learned to tell jokes, but it is a pity that the words are really bad and exaggerated.

Yue Wuhuan didn’t discourage his enthusiasm for telling jokes, and laughed a few times in cooperation.

Song Qingshi also laughed, and suddenly got up, kissed his lips, learned the lingering kiss, went a little deeper, touched the tip of his tongue, and then backed away.

The more Wuhuan gave him a kiss.

“You said that as long as I like it, I can kiss every day,” Song Qingshi licked his lips and said confidently. “What you say counts! Laipi is a puppy!”

Yue Wuhuan tried to refuse: “Holy Lord, this is not good. Didn’t you say you don’t do foolish things?”

Song Qingshi tilted his head, thought for a while, and retorted with reason: “I’m not drinking now, so I’m sober, so it’s not a foolish thing.”

The more unhappy and helpless: “Why do you want to do this?”

Song Qing pressed on every step of the way, and asked, “I like it very much, don’t you like it?”

The more Wuhuan was refuted and speechless, he couldn’t lie to answer his dislike, because he liked it, liked the feeling of being unable to stop, and wished to never let it go.

He wanted to step back.

Song Qingshi kissed again, the moist breath gently prying the heart lock, allowing the faint fragrance of medicine to diffuse through the lips and teeth, as if it could wash all the dirt, but the green and clumsy movements easily made him lose his armor and abandon his armor. , He has no way to refuse this ultimate beauty, and quickly sinks into a taboo world.

“You like it.” Song Qingshi left his lips slightly, touched it again, and gasped, “I know you like it too.”

Yue Wuhuan said in confusion: “In Qing Dynasty, I can’t.”

Song Qingshi asked: “You said this is a game, why should you be nervous?”

Where can the feet of the thunder pond that have been crossed be so easy to retrieve?

The more Wuhuan stared at the pale pink lips, feeling that his sanity was constantly being challenged, almost to the point of collapse. He thought of getting up and leaving, but when he found that the Yaowanggu net trapped Song Qing, he also trapped himself. He had nowhere to escape. He could only be forced to the edge of the cliff step by step, precarious, but unable to retreat.

No matter how good at calculating, he can’t calculate his own heart.

The Lord doesn’t seem to know anything other than kisses, and he doesn’t understand those messy bedclothes…

The ruthless Dao heart is no different.

If it’s just a simple kiss, can he…

Yue Wuhuan was so dizzy by the kiss, his thinking was a little out of control, he tentatively asked: “Lord, can we just kiss?”

Song Qingshi smiled happily: “If Wuhuan likes it, there is no problem!”

Yue Wuhuan breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his head and began to taste the delicacy he was looking forward to day and night. The soft hair was all messed up, wrapped around his fingertips, unwilling to leave. The white robes were slightly messed up, the neckline opened, revealing a beautiful swan-like neck, and the cute Adam’s apple trembling slightly with his breathing. He was very fortunate that he had taken drugs to restrain desire in advance for sleep, and he would not be extremely happy in this way. Shows ugliness, maybe such drugs need to become his standing supplies.

It was late at night, and the ears and temples were rubbing together, the breath lingered for not knowing how long, and finally stopped.

Yue Wuhuan found that Song Qingshi had been holding his hand tightly, without any intention of letting go. He thought for a while, lay down on the side of the bed, stretched out the blood king vine, poked the opponent’s foot lightly, then wrapped it around, and asked with a smile: “Lord, is there a bedtime story today?”

“I forgot,” Song Qingshi found this big problem, and he thought about it for a long time, “Let’s chat.”

The less Huanhuan asked curiously: “What do you want to talk about?”

Song Qingshi pointed to the Blood King Vine on his feet: “I want to know how you got it.”

He had asked several times, but each time the more Wuhuan he took it, he said that he had taken it by accident. He refused to talk about the hardships in the midterm. He was embarrassed to ask, so he let it go. But today he didn’t intend to compromise, he had to keep Yue Wuhuan from telling the truth.

Yue Wuhuan was forced to do nothing, thinking that the matter was long ago, and finally told the truth: “I got it at the top of the immortal.”

“Top of the Immortal?” Song Qingshi recalled the ancient materials, and quickly understood, “Is it the Flame Mountain in Dongzhou? I remember it was extremely flameless, there was no grass, the birds were extinct, and you couldn’t even see the spiritual veins. …The fire there is very dangerous. It is said that even the soul can be burned. Where did you go…for the fire ganoderma?”

The only good thing in Extreme Flames is the fire ganoderma.

Fire Ganoderma is the main medicinal material for refining Burning Heart Pill. It grows slowly and is rare in this world. It is extremely helpful to the monks of Fire Linggen and Jin Linggen. It is a treasure of heaven and earth. As long as it appears, it will cause all parties to **** it.

Yue Wuhuan should have received the news of the fire ganoderma, and wanted to refine the heart-burning pill to strengthen his heart.

“I failed.” Yue Wuhuan was a little helpless. He was just a foundation-building monk. Even if he relied on swordsmanship, poisoned puppets and talisman formations, and those gold core and even Yuan Ying monks to win treasures, the probability of failure was still relatively high. “At that time, I disguised my true face and lurked in the treasure hunting team. I made traps in advance to provoke them to kill each other. After successfully obtaining Fire Ganoderma lucidum, I met a new treasure hunter…I was the magic repair of the desperate door. It was too late to retreat, but they blocked the retreat and persuaded me to surrender the fire ganoderma, saying that they could give me a way out.”

Song Qingshi frowned slightly, and asked, “All the Demon Cultivators of the Desperate Sect are cruel and cruel, how can they be so easy to talk?”

“I know they are deceiving people, and they will take my life if I get fire ganoderma. Since I will die, it doesn’t matter how I die,” Yue Wuhuan couldn’t help laughing, “So, I rely on them not to know my true face. I teased those fools fiercely, then threw the fire ganoderma into the sea of ​​fire on the top of the immortal, and said a lot of ridicule. Lord, their madness is really funny…”

The priceless fire Ganoderma lucidum was swallowed and burned in a flash.

Mo Xiu didn’t expect that the Foundation Building cultivator would dare to play with them like this, and was so angry that he would take the less joyous soul out to torture.

Yue Wu laughed and said, “Seeing that the situation is not good, I also jumped into the pinnacle of immortality.”

His unexpected action disrupted all rhythms.

Demon repairing regenerate energy, and didn’t want to get close to the terrifying zone where the body and soul can be burned out of the top of the immortal.

“There is a weird air current whirlwind in the top of the immortal, which can draw everything flying in, so I can’t use swordsmanship. I was fortunate to be swept up by the air current and blown into the rock wall. “The gap,” Yue Wuhuan thought of the situation at the time, and said with a wry smile, “There is no way out in the gap. The fire robe and fire prevention charm on my body have reached the limit of damage. I was supposed to die, but accidentally found the Blood King Vine. The soul of the seedlings. I ventured to fuse the blood king vine, and then used the blood king vine to climb the rock wall and climb out.”

After Song Qingshi finished listening, he thought: “Lucky?”

“Perhaps,” Yue Wuhuan considered for a moment, “Since I got the Blood King Vine, my luck has become much more normal, and the feeling of being overwhelmed by fate everywhere is gone.” It was only Sha’an. When the dragon, Tiandao intervened again, maybe An Long’s life should not be extinct?

Song Qingshi smiled: “This opportunity is really dangerous.”

Yue Wu laughed and said: “It’s all over.”

Song Qingshi grabbed the Blood King Vine and played with it in the palm of his hand.

Are you really lucky?