Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi finally overlapped the child with the red tear mole in his memory and the peerless beauty on the golden bird frame.

Someone with a good deed heard the dialogue, clapped his hands and laughed: "Xie Que is really wicked. When the little apprentice discovers the truth, the scene must be very interesting."

Since Jin Feiyu has cultivated immortality, he has received countless beauties, but he was still excited about the scene of Yue Wuhuan entering the door: "That year, when I was eight hundred years old, there were countless congratulations, so I set a feast on this Langgan stage and invited All the friends celebrated together. Xie Que also came with Wuhuan. He seemed to be telling Wuhuan that he was going to send him to Jinfeng Villa to learn swords. Wuhuan was overjoyed. When Xie was absent, he took out the **** rosary. When I asked the slave to inspect the goods, his incredulous expression was really cute..."

Jin Feizhen casually messed up with the long hair of the boy in white, forcing him to look at the beauty on the golden bird stand, and then tell everyone about the past:

At that time, Yue Wuhuan had just grown up, wearing Yuelan clothes that Xianmen disciples liked, with a sword on her waist, her hair tied with a simple white jade crown, her body had a clean smell, her facial features were exquisite, and her phoenix eyes were clear. , Behaved dignified, not like a mortal origin, but like a little son of an immortal family.

He earnestly bowed to the immortal in the banquet, and then told Jin Feizhen expectantly that he was already in the middle stage of foundation building, and that he would work hard to learn swords at Jinfeng Villa in the future, and he would live up to Master's expectations and become like Mo Yuan. The powerful sword repair. At that time, everyone laughed, and there was an ambiguous smell in the laughter. Yue Wuhuan realized that there was something wrong in his laughter and wanted to retreat. Jin Feizhen had already walked down, pulled up his hand, looked carefully, and laughed: "Such a beautiful hand is not suitable for swordsmanship. More suitable for serving people."

Yue Wuhuan's face turned pale, and desperately retracted his hands.

Jin Feizhen let go and smiled: "Xie Xianchang, since you have brought good goods, you must always let me inspect the goods."

The people at the table also clamored and demanded to inspect the goods on the spot.

Yue Wuhuan watched as Master took out a red bead, turned his mind, and lost control of his body. He desperately prevented his trembling hands from reaching his waist and threw away his most cherished thing like trash. Long sword. Then, the belt fell, Yuelan's clothes faded away, his self-esteem was unobstructed in front of everyone, and his little dream was crushed to pieces.

The sound stopped during the dinner, and all eyes were staring at the beautiful scenery.

Jin Feizhen couldn't help but straightened up.

Yue Wuhuan struggled in the controlled spirit, wishing to die immediately, he looked at the master in pain, wriggling his beautiful lips, and begged silently. Xie Que finally walked towards him and gently stretched out his hand, just like touching his head every day to praise him.

Xie Que gently pulled off his white jade crown.

The white jade crown fell to pieces and smashed to pieces. The long, slightly curled hair spreads, falls down like a waterfall to the waist, covering the enchanting acacia mark on the white back. The despair and helplessness in the dark golden phoenix eyes are enough to arouse any raging thoughts, red The moles of tears make people feel itchy, and the originally beautiful boy is turned into a seductive stunner.

The more Wuhuan struggled, lowering his head to hide his embarrassment into the darkness.

Xie Que grabbed Yue Wuhuan's long hair and pulled it back fiercely, forcing the shameless young man to raise his head, so that everyone could see the beauty of the country.

He smiled and said, "My vision is never wrong."

...

The sound of the flute becomes more lingering, and the depths of the lingering become more sad.

Song Qingshi's throat became stiff due to sadness, and he was a little out of breath. He gradually understood the meaning of the words the more Wuhuan said by the river bank. He seemed to see himself locked in a physical prison in the past. He shouted every day, but no one could hear his cry for help.

He didn't want to think anymore, he had the answer in his mind.

What he wants to save is this beautiful bird with scars.

Song Qingshi began to think crazy about how to naturally bring the more unhappy away.

The song finishes, the flute stops, and the remaining rhyme is curling.

The guests have long been enthusiastic, and some even made a fool of themselves.

Jin Feizhen got up and announced boldly: "This is a toy that Jinfeng Villa will give to you all fairy friends tonight. Please have fun with them."

Song Qingshi was startled and looked worriedly. Yue Wuhuan only raised his eyebrows. He seemed to have been used to such a scene. He indifferently cast a wink at the fairy beside him, his beautiful calves stretched out under the feather skirt, shaking the bells on the golden shackles on his feet. , Swayed towards everyone, as if inviting to taste.

The Young Master Yueyin Sect looked enthusiastically, raised his hand to grab the foot, and wanted to tear off the feather skirt and drag it to the side to play with it.

Suddenly, there was a scream from outside the hall, and the maids and servants fled one after another, and the headed demon tiger rushed in. Its eyes were red, and the more joyless it looked, it kept roaring, as if it had seen delicious prey. Yue Wuhuan’s eyes began to fade, as if he had been drugged. He didn't know what fear was. He actually walked towards Yaohu step by step, seeming not to know what it was...

Lingbao Xianzun said in surprise: "Is this a show my friend arranged tonight? What a big hand!"

The guests were full of drunken spirits and felt extremely exciting, and they applauded.

The boy in white finally couldn't help standing up, pushing Jin Feizhen away, and shouting: "Stop! Don't do this! This kind of thing... is over!"

Jin Feizhen was a little puzzled. He arranged a project for the demon tiger to hunt and kill slaves tonight, but he only used ordinary slaves. How could he be willing to use such a stunning performance as Yue Wuhuan? But now the atmosphere of the guests is strong, the less joyful they are, they are not very disappointing, and the accusations of the teenagers around him make him feel shameless, so he sneered: "What's wrong? You just have to open your eyes and take a good look. If you dare to disobey me, I will let you try such a trick."

The white-clothed boy's face turned pale, he opened his mouth, but he dared not make any more noises.

Seeing him approaching, Yaohu became even more crazy and lost his wits. He grabbed Yue Wuhuan's shoulder and bit down. Yue Wuhuan’s shoulder was torn open with a big, bloody, **** mouth. He finally woke up from the confusion, and withdrew back. Yaohu still reluctantly continued to grab and bite, tearing up what he wanted to escape in front of him. Fragments.

Song Qingshi finally found a suitable attacking spell in the memory of the original body. He turned the ghost of the underworld into a thin needle of cattle hair and shot it at the monster tiger's body. The monster tiger raised his head and roared, and the thin needle that should have been shot at the neck hit his leg. .

Fortunately, the poison of the Underworld Netherfire spread quickly on the demon tiger. The demon tiger stiffened instantly and fell down diagonally. After a while, it turned into boiling corpse water and disappeared.

Song Qingshi got up, walked towards Yue Wuhuan who was in the pool of blood, quickly sealed the wound, and ordered a few acupuncture points for first aid to stop bleeding.

The more Wuhuan was trembling with pain, he kept panting, his beautiful face was covered with blood, and he looked like a ghost. Looking at Song Qingshi, there was no joy of being rescued, only deep resentment and despair. Finally, before he fell into a coma, he said in a soft voice that was almost inaudible: "I was actually blind..."

Song Qingshi put a pill in his mouth to keep his heart alive.

Jin Feizhen came over and said displeased: "Song Xianzun, why kill me demon tiger?"

This demon tiger is his heart treasure, human nature, and able to protect the Lord. Much more valuable than a tired slave.

Song Qingshi recalled the original body's usual tone and said coldly: "I want him."

Jin Feiyi smiled and said, "Isn't Xianzun moved by this wave of goods?"

Song Qingshi replied: "I will use him to test the medicine."

He wants to use Yue Wuhuan to try all kinds of miraculous medicines to repair his body as before!

Under Song Qingshi’s deliberate misguidance, Jin Feizhen was completely wrong. The advantage of the wood system spirit root is that the natural body has strong resilience and is a good choice for medicine refiners. Yao Wang Xianzun’s behavior is like flying immortals outside the sky, which is hard to guess. . Since Yaohu is dead, it doesn't make sense to pursue it, so it's better to take this opportunity to sell Song Qingshi's favor.

Song Qingshi took out a bottle of immortal pill from the mustard bag, and didn't count that much, and directly handed it to Jin Feizhen as compensation. Refining elixir is extremely beneficial to practice. It’s just that the materials are very precious, and the output is scarce. The medicine King Xianzun personally refined is even more priceless. He took out the demon tiger to compensate him, and another slave who is tired of playing and half-dead, and I don’t know if he can be saved, that’s it. Very sincerely...

Song Qingshi was afraid that he would not allow him, so he thought about it, and then said: "This tiger has been drugged, he is very vicious, and has a delusion, so he can't stay."

Jin Feizhen hurriedly down the steps, erased the more Wuhuan rosary beads, transferred them to Song Qingshi, and thanked him for discovering in time that he killed the demon tiger without injuring the guests on the court, and ordered someone to investigate the demon tiger strictly. It's crazy to be drugged.

Song Qingshi courteously paid goodbye to the owner and rejected his enthusiasm for sending some beauties.

He personally picked up Yue Wuhuan, who was seriously injured and unconscious, step by step, out of the **** of the jade carvings.

In hell, there are still many souls that cannot escape...

Behind her, Mi Mi laughed more and more farther and farther.

The blood stains on Yue Wuhuan's face have been wiped away, and the crow-like eyelashes are tightly closed, trembling slightly, fragile and beautiful.

When Song Qingshi looked at him, his heart gradually became firmer.

He suddenly remembered the story his mother told when he was a child:

There are thousands of dying fish in the shallow puddles of the beach that have been swept up by the tide.

He has no way to save all the fish, he can only release the dying fish in his hand to the sea of ​​freedom.

"Because this fish cares."