Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi tastes sweeter.

Seeing that the weather is getting hotter and hotter, he dragged Yue Wuhuan into the tea shed by the river where he sold ice points, and ordered two large bowls of crisp mountain and lotus drink.

"Right," Song Qingshi thought of a mystery in Yue Wuhuan's medical record, and asked directly, "Your eyes don't shed tears, and there is no problem after checking the tear secretion system. What is going on? Is it congenital? "

Yue Wuhuan was not interested in sweets, and accompany him to eat ice for a while. He was taken aback when he heard the words, and he thought about it and said: "It's not congenital... I also cried when I was young, but I didn't like being seen by others, so I always hid. I got up and cry. Later, when I was sold into the villa, I found that crying in those dirty things would make those people more excited. I didn’t want them to get what they wanted, so I learned not to cry... I will cry."

Human emotions can be deprived of, and there have been psychological experiments that violated human ethics to prove this point.

After being imprisoned in a cage, Yue Wuhuan forcibly deprived him of his ability to cry through harsh control training and psychological cues.

Song Qingshi suddenly felt that the freezing point in his hand was not sweet.

"This is not a bad thing, and tears are not a necessities of life," Yue Wuhuan smiled indifferently, comforting, "I am satisfied that there is something in my body that cannot be controlled by the seal of acacia, so the Lord does not need to care about it."

"How can I not care?" Song Qingshi gently opened his curtain, observed his beautiful eyes again, and said seriously, "It is human instinct to laugh when happy, and cry when sad. Don't worry, I will find a way. It made you cry!"

After saying this, he realized that it was wrong. How could there be any reason to make others sad and crying?

Song Qingshi retracted into his seat awkwardly, and forced his respect: "It doesn't have to be sad, I also cry when I'm excited..."

"It turns out that the Lord would cry when he was excited?" Yue Wuhuan recalled the appearance of crying emotionally under him in his dream, and a strange pleasure arose in his heart. He leaned a little sideways to approach the clean breath, relied on the curtain to isolate his sight, did not conceal the desire in his eyes, licked his thirsty lips, and couldn't help but molested with a seductive voice, "I hope the Lord will let Wuhuan cry out. ..."

Song Qingshi didn't see the car overturned, so he was relieved. He patted his chest and promised: "Leave it to me!"

He will go back to study psychotherapy!

The more Wuhuan laughed a little happily for some reason.

Suddenly, the monk's chatter and laughter came from the compartment, which seemed to be mixed with words such as Jinfeng Villa.

Song Qingshi immediately released his spiritual thoughts and turned around.

Sitting in the compartment are two casual cultivators of foundation-building cultivation, one is sword cultivator and the other is magic cultivator. They are not ugly in appearance, but they speak unobstructed, discussing the most recent events in the fairy world:

"The Mad Daoist and Jinfeng Villa have fought thoroughly. A few days ago, the owner of Jinfeng Villa was severely injured."

"Thirty years ago, Lieyun Zhenren, the only son of the mad Taoist, disappeared, and the sect's treasure was lost. He offered a huge reward and pursued murder for many years. Finally, he found out that the Shouxintai was in the hands of the Golden Sovereign, and he had to seek justice."

"I didn't think that the gold dealer would also be a murderer."

"That's the Shouxintai, the world's best tribulation weapon, who doesn't move?"

"The same is true for the Golden Vendor, who is not good to provoke, not to provoke a madman who protects shortcomings..."

"Nowadays, the owner of Jin Zhuang does not admit to killing Real Person Lieyun, there is still something to be said about this matter..."

"..."

"Many acts of injustice will kill oneself," Song Qingshi was very disgusted with Jin Fei's being a man, secretly spurned a few "garbage", turned around and quietly told him to be more unhappy, "If Jinfeng Villa comes to seek medical advice, he will say that I am not there. Retreat, gather medicine, you made up a better reason to push it, let the medicine servant to come forward, don't see those bastards..."

The more Wuhuan obediently responds.

Song Qingshi couldn't help asking: "Do you know about Shouxintai?"

"The matter of True Man Lieyun happened thirty years ago, and I only entered Jinfeng Villa for ten years." Yue Wuhuan explained with a smile, "Jin Fei is cautious by nature, his status as a slave is low, and the seal of acacia controls words and deeds. We can't Anything hidden..."

It only took him a few years to discover the incident from fragmentary clues and guess the whereabouts of Shouxintai. Then, in a subtle way, the Immortal Tong Gua realized that Jin Feizhen had also given birth thirty years ago, and the process of giving birth was a bit strange. The Immortal Tong Gua is a character who wants money but not life. He flatly compliments Jin Feizhen with some private grievances secretly. After finding out the evidence, he refuses to show mercy to Jinfeng Villa and sells it to a lunatic Taoist at a high price.

After confirming that the Tonggua Immortal was investigating the Shouxintai, he was relieved to plan his death.

He even endured two more years of torture in order to do this pleasant thing.

Jin Feizhen is afraid that he will never think of it, and a slave who can't help himself in words and deeds, can he cut him severely, right?

However, the mad Taoist failed to kill the beast.

Pity……

Yue Wuhuan forced to endure the regret in his heart, and when he quietly glanced at Song Qing next to him, fearing that he would find that his mind was vicious and that he was good at calculating, he would not like his true face, so he put on a gentle and kind sheepskin again and continued to eat ice obediently.

The two topics of casual cultivating next door began to diverge, and they actually spread to Yaowanggu:

"It is said that Yaowang Xianzun is the most pure-hearted ancestor outside Buddhism, but he did not expect to be a fool."

"The old house in Yaowanggu is on fire, burning fast."

"..."

Song Qingshi looked at Yue Wuhuan suspiciously. He didn't remember that there was a fire in Yaowanggu.

Yue Wuhuan didn't want these foul language to touch his ears, and got up and wanted to leave: "Master, I don't want to stay here."

Song Qingshi hesitated to get up and settle the bill.

But when he heard that Jian Xiu laughed and said, "Who didn't know that Young Master Wuhuan's appearance was so beautiful that he was so charming and fascinated by Yaowang Xianzun?"

Moxiu also smirked: "As long as you enter the Golden Phoenix Villa, who has never played that wave of goods? No matter how beautiful it is, it is still a thing that was rotten by the owner of the golden house. Song Xianzun is very simple. I don't know this. It’s very precious. I see that Wuhuan’s bedclothes are unique and can make men lose their souls. Song Xianzun has never tasted these things and can’t stop."

"Hahaha, I really want to see with my own eyes..."

Song Qingshi's face turned blue when he heard it, and he only hated that he hadn't left early. He carefully glanced at Wuhuan, unable to guess the face under the curtain. After thinking about it, I felt that I couldn't escape, and I had to do something that the elders should do, so I rolled up the sleeves of the Dharma and went to find a place for Yue Wuhuan.

The more Wuhuan couldn't help it, he could only let him go.

Song Qingshi proudly walked to the two of them, restrained the nervousness of the society, knocked on the table hard, and kept organizing curse words in his heart.

The Jian Xiu and Mo Xiu raised their heads and saw a little beauty in white clothes Shengxue standing in front of him awkwardly, obviously nervous but pretending to be calm, looked at them one after another, pink lips wanting to stop talking. There seem to be a thousand words in it.

what's going on?

Isn't it because they are so handsome and you have to recommend your own pillow seats, right?

Song Qingshi stumbled and said: "I, I..." He found that he was really good at swearing, so what should he swear?

Most immortal cultivators play with meat and vegetables, and don't care much about men and women. Sword Xiu Mo Xiu looks more and more happy, feels that the beauty is so pure, and quickly persuades: "Don't worry, speak slowly, brother is waiting for you."

"Okay, no hurry," Song Qingshi took a deep breath and calmly asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Jian Xiu smiled and wanted to touch his hand: "I don't know, dare to ask the beautiful woman's name?"

Song Qingshi grabbed his restless wrist and said loudly, "Yaowanggu, Song Qingshi."

Jian Xiu's expression was dull.

Song Qingshi's palms gradually tightened, earnestly: "It's the fool you just mentioned that the house is on fire."

Jian Xiu's wrist was pinched off.

Mo Xiu realized that it was not good and turned around to flee.

Song Qingshi shot a few poisonous needles, and various strange rashes appeared on the two of them. They were painful and itchy, and they were crying, wishing to peel off the skin. They wanted to scream, but a pill was put into their mouths, their throats became hoarse, and they could no longer make a sound.

"Slander the King of Medicine Valley, punished it for seven days, uttered rudely, and banned it for ten years!"

After Song Qingshi made his judgment coldly, he left two nasty goods rolling around on the floor and returned to Yue Wuhuan. He felt masculine and performed very well, and wanted to be praised.

Yue Wuhuan instantly realized that the two men had felt unbearable for Song Qingshi and could not tolerate it. He uncontrollably grabbed Song Qingshi's hand that had touched Jianxiu, dragged it to the edge of the well, and kept washing with disinfectant soap: "You Don't touch that kind of dirty stuff, it's not clean..."

Song Qingshi was washed out inexplicably.

Yue Wuhuan washed his hands clean for him, and finally realized that he had lost his temper. He thought for a while, lifted the soap gauze, and showed a gentle smile: "We are going to eat mutton from Tianxianglou later. Your hand touches poison and another person. It is safer to clean it."

Song Qingshi understood.

It turned out that Yue Wuhuan was also infected with the little cleanliness of medical students by him.