Mistakenly Saving the Villain

An Long let go and began to ask about the heavenly catastrophe.

Song Qingshi was also very depressed: "I don't know, Lei suddenly came."

"Did you do research that violates the laws of heaven? Or did you refine the pill that goes against the sky? The enemy is framed?" An Long has made countless speculations about this matter, but how can he not think of the unheard of such an unheard of building a foundation to meet the heavens. What happened, and according to his investigation, the intensity of the tribulation at that time was equivalent to that of Yuan Ying’s Tribulation, so the pot could only fall on Song Qingshi, “Could it be that you were trying to cross the Tribulation?”

Song Qingshi decisively denied: "Nothing! God has something wrong!"

As a rigorous scientific researcher, he does not think that this matter is related to Yue Wuhuan. Jin Feiying and Xie Que have not been condemned by the gods. The more Wuhuan is just a mortal, kind and gentle, how could he be punished by God. ? This thunder catastrophe is purely coincidental!

He guessed: "Maybe it was the failure of Demon Cultivation to cross the Tribulation, and he used the technique of borrowing his life to transfer Thunder to me."

Borrowing is a forbidden technique lost in the demon sect. It is said that it can transfer fatal damage to others to others, but the activation conditions are very harsh. In addition to those who need the same fate, it also needs time and place.

Yue Wuhuan has been sold to Jinfeng Villa for many years and has no status. It is not difficult to get his life.

Both of them could not guess the result, so they could only put the matter aside for the time being.

Song Qingshi tried again to reason with the unreasonable Alaska: "When the incident happened suddenly, I didn't have time to leave any explanation. The more Wuhuan is unfamiliar with you, and even a little grudge, how dare to ask you for help? If he doesn't seal Yaowanggu, If this matter is leaked, I really won't live."

An Long sneered: "You don't know that kid's wrist. I thought you fell into his hand after being seriously injured and was controlled."

Song Qingshi was inexplicable: "If you want to seize the medicine king's valley, just kill me directly, why bother to control after treatment?"

An Long can't wait to put his mind in the water to sober up: "You don't understand men!"

Song Qingshi felt that he was humiliating himself: "How can I not understand men if I am a man?"

An Long said angrily: "Have you never thought that he covets your beauty?!"

Song Qingshi was silent. He stared at An Long's eyes for a long time. He suspected something might be wrong in it. Otherwise, it would be impossible not to see that the beauty of Yue Wuhuan is more than ten times better than him. Moreover, Yue Wuhuan is the protagonist. , Allure, gentle and lovely, only others covet him, okay? !

An Long also realized that he had made a mistake, and turned his head bitterly to not speak.

Song Qingshi pondered what he had just said, and found new doubts: "Why do you think the more unhappy you want to harm me?"

An Long has been investigating Yue Wuhuan’s movements after suspecting Yaowanggu’s accident. Whether it’s the secret realm or the life and death platform, his actions are far beyond the scope of the foundation-building monks, and he is cruel to others by unscrupulous means. It's normal to be more cruel to yourself, and neither behavior nor way of thinking is normal.

The immortal world had no longer called him by the name Wuhuan, but replaced it with that lunatic.

"Listen to me," An Long organized the language, and was ready to sue Song Qingshi in order to make him beware of dangerous people. "That guy is in the secret realm..."

Suddenly, someone broke into the guard of the divine mind and interrupted his narration.

Yue Wuhuan held the new refreshment, appeared in front of the two with a smile, and poured a cup of tea for An Long himself: "What interesting thing is An Xianzun talking about?"

An Long didn't expect those bluffing Gu worms to keep him trapped for long. Seeing him appear brazen, he was about to speak with contempt.

Yue Wu Huan asked with a smile: "Aren't you caring about my condition?"

The words of An Long’s stomach were blocked all at once. He looked at Song Qing, who was bewildered next to him, and then at the lunatic evildoer in front of him. He suddenly realized that he could never say the mad things that Yue Wuhuan had done, otherwise, wouldn’t he be doing it? Say he is not well?

Song Qingshi paid a lot of attention to his mental illness. If he knew that the illness had not been cured, he would never dislike him, he would only take care of him in every way...

An Long gritted his teeth and decided to reorganize his language, saying that he was not crazy, he was purely venomous and wicked.

Yue Wuhuan turned around and poured tea for Song Qingshi again. He glanced at the tooth marks on his arm and asked with a smile: "The Lord has recovered from his serious illness. How about I prepare some medicated food for you? I got it in the secret world a few days ago. Purple cloud ginseng is most suitable for nourishing."

An Long's full stomach was blocked again. He remembered most of what Yue Wuhuan had done. Now it seems that it is really to find medicine for Song Qingshi to cure his illness. It is impossible to lie about it. It would be nice to say if Song Qingshi was really murdered, but now Song Qingshi is sitting here well, all the credit of this evildoer, is he complaining or is he inviting rewards for the other party?

There are still a few small things like murder, which are not worth mentioning in the fairy world.

He killed more people himself...

As for rushing into Medicine King Valley and being injured by a trap, we can't even care about it. The dignified Yuan Ying can't afford to lose this person...

An Long tasted the bitterness of Song Qingshi being turned into a pufferfish by himself. He gritted his teeth and said: "This guy hasn't done anything special in the secret realm. It's just a common treasure for both sides. It's good."

Yue Wuhuan sat down with a pure face and nodded: "Thanks to An Xianzun for the praise."

"You're welcome," An Long held up the cup and couldn't help but mocked. "There is no poison in this tea, right?"

Yue Wuhuan said sternly: "An Xianzun really loves to talk and laugh. I didn't use this vulgar technique many years ago."

...

Song Qingshi hugged the well-behaved Opteron, then looked at Anlong on the left and Yue Wuhuan on the right. He felt as dull as he knew that the two were incompatible with each other, and the atmosphere was terrible. However, he didn't know how to persuade him. After all, the more Wuhuan's trap hurt An Long, and An Long couldn't let Yue Wuhuan suffer less.

The best way to deal with fighting is to isolate first.

Song Qingshi was about to ask the medicine servant to take An Long back to Jingxin Hospital, and accompany Yue Wuhuan back to Fuling Palace.

Suddenly, he looked at An Long's leather armor and felt something was wrong. Song Qing studied medicine for many years and was a little obsessed with cleanliness. He usually wears white clothes and doesn't like getting dirty. An Long knows this, so every time he comes to Yaowanggu, he will clean himself up, even if it is pranks and hands-on actions, he will never toss him in this regard.

Now An Long's body was full of stinky mud, and he carried it all the way, making several dirty places of his vestments.

The cleansing spell is the basic spell that every monk in the fairy world knows, and it can remove the dirt on the body in an instant.

Why doesn't Anlong use it?

Song Qingshi thought for a while, stretched out his mind to investigate, his face changed slightly, he immediately supported the white dragon, forced himself up, limped towards Anlong, pulled him, and said solemnly: "Xiaobai has some injuries, I Take you to rest and get some medicine by the way."

An Long saw his appearance, his heart softened instantly, and he stretched out his hand: "Hey, do you need me to carry you?"

Song Qingshi shook his head and stepped on the red lotus: "I am not crippled. I was carried around by your back. In what style?"

What he can do by himself is more accustomed to doing it by himself...

Yue Wuhuan lowered his eyes and quietly picked up the tea set on the table.

Song Qingshi pulled An Long and took him to the habitual residence Jingxin House, ordered him to lie down, and then used his fairly flexible right hand to check the injury. An Long saw that he found the truth, no longer supported him, and finally took him off. Black leather armor.

How could the person who forcibly broke the Poisonous Fog of Medicine King Valley unscathed?

He was trapped in the poisonous fog array for several days. Under the leather armor, dried blood mixed with the dark swamp mud, sticking to the flesh, and there were spots on his chest and abdomen corroded by toxins, which have spread over time. A lot of it, gradually seeping into the bones. The name of this poison is "Bone Drunk", and it is the most terrifying chronic poison in "Nie's Poison Classic". At first, it was just numb, and then as the toxin enters the bones, it becomes more and more painful, until the bones of the whole body are broken and the whole body becomes mud.

Song Qingshi disliked this poison as being too cruel. He had never used it before, nor was it set in the poisonous fog array, so he didn't notice it for a while.

Although Anlong used Gu worms and special detoxification pills to delay the onset of toxins, after so long, the toxins had reached the surface of the bones, and the pain was severe. At first, he was anxious to ask about many things in his heart, and then Yue Wuhuan suddenly appeared. For the sake of face, he forcibly resisted not to say it.

"You always do this," Song Qingshi used spiritual power to seal the spreading toxins for him, and then used the ghost fire to draw the toxins out, and couldn't help cursing, "If you cut your finger, you can find me and roll around. I was seriously injured, but I refused to say anything. You have to pretend to be okay. Don’t you know the pain? If you drag it on, the bones are all broken, and I can’t save you!"

An Long remained silent, allowing him to detoxify and heal his injuries.

Song Qingshi's special power body is not afraid of all kinds of poisons, he can **** other people's toxins into himself and then dissolve them.

The black faint fire kept turning, sucking the toxins bit by bit.

"He changed this poison in the poison formation because he wanted my life." An Long's pain gradually disappeared, and he said solemnly, "I don't blame him, the battle in the fairy world is not reasonable. It’s you and me. Since I broke into the Valley of the King of Medicine alive and saw you, he was the one who lost. In the Qing Dynasty, I just thought of 28 ways to kill him, eight of which are absolutely unstoppable. ."

Song Qingshi stopped the quiet fire in his hand, raised his head, and looked at him warily.

"I know you want to say that I am the Nascent Soul monk," An Long knew what he wanted to say, and interrupted first, "but the more joyous is not an ordinary foundation building monk! No foundation building monk has a physique close to the golden core. , There is the blood king vine, the whole body is highly poisonous, there are so many weird formations, there are incredible hidden weapons, and there are swords that can not be practiced in the womb! There are so many calculations! If he is allowed to develop, It will definitely become my confidant!"

I thought it was an ant, but it became the climate in an instant, and it was he who looked away.

Although it is not a big deal now, all the monks know that the danger should be killed in the seedling stage.

Song Qingshi murmured: "But, you didn't kill him."

An Long closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Kill him, you will forgive me? Don't you fight me life and death?"

"No," Song Qingshi shook his head firmly, "he saved my life."

An Long slowly pulled up his left hand, lowered his head, and looked at the skin on it that was more delicate than elsewhere. His voice was a little sad: "If...the person next to me was me, you wouldn't be hurt at all, I would give it all. All protect you. But... you never gave me a chance."

He is very powerful, he is fierce, he has thick skin, his face is cruel, he is not compliant, he is not obedient.

He is a wolf who wants to forcefully pretend to be a dog, but he doesn't pretend to look like anything.

Song Qingshi knew what comforting words he should say, but no matter what he said, he felt pale and weak.

"Don't blame you, it's my fault, I can't let it go, this is the punishment he deserves," An Long pulled him into his arms, buried him in his neck, and gently sniffed the reluctant breath. He finally He let out an injured whimper, "Qing Shi, I hurt..."

The author has something to say:

An Long: I thought you were locked up in a small black house!

Song Qingshi: I was in a small black room, how did you know?