Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Yaowanggu set off a learning boom.

Song Qingshi ordered three banners to be hung in the school. The left side said: Study hard and make progress every day. It says on the right: Success comes from persistence, persistence creates miracles. In the middle is written: benevolence and benevolence, saving the dead and healing the wounded.

Qingluan is about to be smashed crazy by the study materials. There are ten hours in the twelve hours every day when she is reading and doing questions. She is loyal to her, and she can't hold it anymore. She thinks it's okay again, how is it better to study than to work in the Xingtang...

She was so tired that she had no time to supervise others, so she could only let other children study by themselves.

Rong Ye finally found a chance to play, and every time the Lord came to the school to check his homework, he would try to come forward to talk to him and make the Lord happy. Rong Ye's naturally pleasing appearance, well-dressed, and some familiarity, he is particularly good at telling jokes, and he has meat and vegetables, and makes everyone laugh every time, making the atmosphere very lively.

Song Qingshi didn't understand how to laugh. He looked at everyone and smiled, afraid that he would be out of gregariousness, so he smiled.

He does not hate such a happy learning atmosphere, nor does he hate such a cheerful student. He just doesn't like the sachet on his body. The deergrass inside is strong and scented. Although it is harmless to the body, it is easy to cause mood swings. In the school, there are full-blooded teenagers and girls, smelling this scent is easy to fall in love early, and it will be detrimental to learning for a long time.

Speaking of it, Yue Wuhuan also seems to have a strange smell of medicine...

The injury caused by the gu worm has healed. He should have not been injured. Why should he take medicine?

Song Qingshi was lost in thought.

Seeing him in a daze, Rong Ye dared to pull his sleeves, carrying others on his back, and whispered: "My lord, I don’t understand some of the topics, can you explain it to me? It’s like you’re in the bedroom, right? Huan Xianchang explained like that..."

"No," Song Qingshi thought about the IQ gap between Yue Wuhuan and Rong Ye, and tactfully advised him, "You don't understand what he understands."

Rong Ye smiled sweetly: "Although he has no experience, I can learn everything he understands."

When he was a child, he heard a lot of bad words and knew a lot of tricks of serving men, so he just didn't practice it. His body is very soft, and he can do things without any risk. He doesn't believe in the tricks of Immortal Master Wuhuan serving the Lord. He can't learn it. The left and right are just the things on the bed. What's the problem?

Song Qingshi thought for a while, felt that he should be given a chance to learn actively, so he took a set of advanced math questions and handed it to him: "You do this first, and see what you don't understand. I will let Wuhuan tell you."

Rong Ye was completely confused when he took the question book.

Ming Hong glanced at the side and sighed, "Wuhuan Immortal Chang does such a difficult question every night?"

Song Qingshi flaunted: "This is a long time ago, and the topic he is doing now is much more difficult than this."

Ming Hong expressed his understanding: "Where can I finish so many questions? No wonder he has to rest in Fuling Palace every night to do his homework."

Song Qingshi encouraged: "Wuhuan works very hard, you have to work hard too! You will always do it!"

Rong Ye was dizzy when he heard it, and he began to doubt his own thoughts. Does it mean that he needs to do a problem set to climb onto the Lord's bed? Satisfied with it... before you can serve the Lord? Or do you work hard while working hard? Too hard, right? Some strange images appeared in his mind, which felt difficult to describe, so he shook his head quickly and put aside.

The lord looks gentle and good-tempered, and it is too difficult to serve in the bed...

Wuhuanxian is really hard.

Rong Ye thought for a while, picked up the problem set, and studied hard! never give up! What Wu Huan Xian Chang can do, he must do it too!

Song Qingshi looked at the atmosphere of studying hard and was quite satisfied.

...

The research on the Black Death Butterfly continues, and so does its failure.

Yue Wuhuan raised his head from the pile of materials and frowned. He smelled the scent of deergrass on Song Qingshi's body. The only use of this spice was to slowly provoke a man's desires, in the bed room, Jinfeng Villa There is such a taste everywhere, but the ingredients of the fragrance are more precious, and the blending technique is more sophisticated.

Who uses this unbearable thing in the Pure Medicine King Valley?

Yue Wuhuan held his breath. He felt that the pure land in his heart was being invaded by filth and couldn't bear it. After thinking about it, he immediately guessed the source of the spice, almost unable to restrain the killing intent in his mind.

Qingluan once pleaded bitterly, saying that Rong Ye was young and simple in character, and asked his men to be merciful.

He suppressed it for a few days, but he didn't expect the guy to be more bold and presumptuous than he thought.

young?

A teenager of this age in Jinfeng Villa has learned to live under a man and endure the torture of the dark hell.

Simple personality?

Which innocent person would know this kind of spice? And know how to put it on the body, if there is no way to tease?

The more unhappy the more you understand, the more angry you are.

Song Qingshi discovered that his breath was a bit wrong: "Wuhuan, what's the matter with you?"

Yue Wuhuan tried his best to restore his normal breathing, and said with a smile: "My Lord, you have a strange smell on your body, which makes me uncomfortable."

Song Qingshi smelled it and suspected that he had encountered a bad-smelling medicinal material. Knowing that Yue Wuhuan was sensitive to smell, he quickly threw a few cleaning spells on himself and ran to take a bath.

The more Wuhuan stretched out a few blood king vines and packed up the experimental equipment, the smile on the corners of his mouth became more and more gentle.

If Qingluan can't control people, let him take care of them.

...

Rong Ye finished studying the questions in the room and began to study the dress. Wuhuanxian's golden-red brocade robe was so beautiful, and his body was slim and narrow-sleeved. He stood out wherever he went. He can only wear the cyan robe given by Yaowanggu. It is unpretentious, wide and loose, and it is easy for everyone. It is best to find an embroiderer to help him raise his waist, widen his belt and tighten it, and open the neckline slightly, slightly revealing. The collarbone can highlight his better figure than others.

The deer grass scent in the sachet needs to be emphasized. The sisters of Hualou have taught that this scent can make men emotional. He tried it on the bed himself and had a spring dream for two days. Unfortunately, he did not dream of the Lord, but the fool He Qingyun, which scared him alive. He will be a gift to Ming Hong later, to tease the coward, so that he will not be so frustrated in front of Sister Qingluan.

Rong Ye gestured in front of the mirror with his robe, and suddenly found a golden wing mask appeared in the mirror.

He turned around in fright and saw that Yue Wuhuan was leaning on the door, looking at him with arms folded.

Rong Ye let out a sigh of relief and obediently bowed his head to ask for peace.

Yue Wuhuan smiled: "Qingluan said that your hands are very clever, and you like mechanical skills?"

Rong Ye didn't know what he meant, and nodded, "Yes."

"Tiangong Pavilion is currently accepting apprentices. As long as you are dexterous, you don't care about your background," Yue Wuhuan said thoughtfully. "Yaowanggu and Tiangong Pavilion have a business relationship. I greeted the pavilion master and sent you to study. Lest we fail this good skill."

Rong Ye's face turned pale. He likes to make gadgets, but that doesn't mean he is willing to be a craftsman. He had seen artisans in Hualou before. They were all poor and crude, sloppy, sloppy hands, dark skin, and many accidental scars. The brothers and sisters were very disgusted and unwilling to accept them. they.

Craftsmen in the world of cultivating immortals are also craftsmen, who have to do rough work.

If he falls there, his beauty will be ruined in less than two years.

Rong Ye looked at the smile at the corner of Yue Wuhuan's mouth, and he understood in an instant. It must be the other party who understood his intentions for favoring him and wanted to deal with it early. He has seen a lot of this kind of secretive things, but the other party is favored, he has not been favored by the Lord, and has no power to fight back, and can only be at the mercy of it.

He wants to try to behave like a coquettish, but how did the fledgling little fox fool him into a vixen who has been doing things for thousands of years?

Rong Ye was so angry that he almost cried: "Why are you so overbearing? Bullying people like this?"

Yue Wuhuan turned around and said coldly: "Yaowanggu doesn't pay attention to dirty people."

"I'm dirty?" Rong Ye knew that the deal was done, he cursed in despair, "How clean are you? You are just a mortal, and you have a chance to win the Lord's love with your beauty, so you have a chance to reach the sky in one step!"

Yue Wuhuan turned his head and looked at him quietly.

Qingluan was afraid of his madness and tried to avoid him from getting close to these apprentices, and did not dare to reveal the inside story. His behavior is very disciplined, and he never punishes people face to face, causing these little guys to misunderstand him and regard him as a good-tempered lamb?

Rong Ye did not hesitate to say: "Have you served so many men? What qualifications do you have to dislike others for being dirty?"

Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, and asked in a dumb voice: "Do you want to serve a man?"

Rong Ye was a little frightened, and he forced a counterattack: "What's wrong with serving a monk? It's comfortable to serve, and you can give me a pill or magic trick in your fingertips. They are much better than being a mortal! I'll just be a mortal! I want to serve a powerful man!"

Yue Wu smiled, took out a pair of ice silk gloves, and slowly put them on.

There was a strange fragrance in the air, Rong Ye suddenly felt a little dizzy, and his whole body lost strength. He struggled to raise his head, but felt that the more Wuhuan’s face became blurred, and immediately afterwards, he felt his hair covered. Something was grabbed hard, and the whole person was dragged in front of him.

The blue silk is messy, and the beautiful peach blossom eyes are full of fear.

Yue Wuhuan raised his face and looked at it for a moment. His voice was like a demon from hell: "I teach you how to serve a man."

Rong Ye finally realized that he had provoke something he shouldn't provoke, and wanted to run, but couldn't move anything.

The clothes were torn open, and there was a feeling of hotness on the back, as if there was something burned on it.

The limbs lost control and the brain fell into a coma.

When he woke up again, he found that his limbs were chained in the air and there was nothing on his body. There were countless greedy eyes watching him, and then countless disgusting hands stretched out and raged on him at will. He was so scared that he wanted to scream and tell those people not to come, but what was called out was an unbearable langyu.

He never knew these things hurt so much...

No pity, no tenderness, only terrible play.

He struggled desperately, desperately begging for mercy, but in exchange for laughter and harsher treatment.

The torment in the dark seems to never stop.

He almost suffered the most humiliating and disgusting thing in the world.

Finally, he woke up crying...

There is a faint fragrance floating in the air, there is no scary man, no disgusting things.

Rong Ye found that his body was completely clean, the pain disappeared, and the nausea slowly faded away, only his clothes were soaked in cold sweat and wetly attached to his body. He raised his head in horror and found himself in a cold dungeon. Although he hadn't seen the terrible torture instrument, there was a **** smell that could not dissipate in the air. Yue Wuhuan sat at the table with a book in his hand, and looked at it quietly under the light of the candlelight. There was a copper incense burner beside it, with a burnt incense stick inside, and a strange fragrance inside Two incense sticks that hadn't been ignited were placed next to it.

Yue Wuhuan saw him wake up, stretched out his hand, and picked up the second incense on the table.

Although Rong Ye didn't understand what the incense was, he realized that the horror and illusion came from these incense. He didn't dare to hold on any more. He knelt down on his knees, prostrated on the ground, desperately begging for mercy: "I'm wrong. No, I shouldn’t speak ill of you!"

Yue Wuhuan looked at him for a while, and shook his head without mercy.

Rong Ye shouted in despair, "No! I was really wrong!"

The second incense is ignited, and the weird fragrance strikes again, deeper and heavier...

Rong Ye once again fell into a more painful hell, suffering from endless torture and endless suffering.

Every time he thought this was the end of pain, there was always more pain waiting for him.

When the dream woke up again, he almost broke down and sat on the ground sluggishly, unable to remember whether he was a human or an animal. after a long time. He finally realized that his body was good and was not harmed, and the joy of the rest of his life allowed him to gradually regain human sanity and the ability to speak.

Rong Ye raised his head, desperately seeing Yue Wuhuan picking up the third incense...

He will be completely mad in **** until he dies.

"Spare me, spare me..." Rong Ye finally understood the devil's killing intent. He crawled with his hands to retreat, but countless blood king vines stretched out, forming an inescapable cage, and bound him inside. He finally understood how stupid he had done and how terrible people he had offended, but it was too late. He watched as the fate-determining incense was about to ignite, suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he cried frantically, "I don't dare to think about the Lord again!"

The incense that sent him to **** finally stopped.

Yue Wuhuan looked at him quietly and asked again: "Do you still want to serve a man?"

"I don't want to!" Rong Ye screamed when he thought of those terrible dreams, curled up in the darkness, begging, "I was wrong, I don't want to serve a man again!"

Yue Wuhuan held the incense, rubbed his forehead gently, glanced at the door, and seemed a little hesitant.

Life and death are all in one thought.

Rong Ye curled up and cried for a long time in the darkness.

He finally remembered the Huaniang who had seen guests whipped and scarred, remembered the little boy who was carried out by the ruined mat, remembered the bruise on the corner of his mother's eyes, but he only remembered the bustling and lively, remembered food and delicacies, remembered jewelry, I remember the beauty who was redeemed by the scenery, but forgot many terrible things and many tragic endings...

How could he be so stupid?

Rong Ye cried loudly and kept repeating: "I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Yue Wuhuan finally made a decision.

The Blood King Vine was released, and the door to the execution room was opened.

Qing Luan was already standing at the door, crying so hard.

Rong Ye saw this weak figure as if he had seen a harbor sheltered from the wind. He sobbed, "Sister Qingluan..."

Qingluan walked down the steps and came to Yue Wuhuan, bending down deeply, "Thank you."

After learning about Rong Ye’s stupid things, she knew that she had committed serious taboos. She tried her best to use the Lord’s knowledge to be unhappy as an excuse to ask Rong Ye to go to the Tiangong Pavilion, but she heard that she was alive and well. Crazy talk... She was almost desperate, watching Rong Ye who was in a coma being dragged into the dungeon by countless blood king vines, her fear stopped.

The more Wuhuan's mental condition is problematic, he can't feel the pain of others, and he doesn't understand compassion.

People who entered the dungeon before were either dead or crazy, without exception...

Qingluan knew what Rong Ye was going to face, and she couldn't just watch this happen.

She stopped Yue Wuhuan, begging hard, begging desperately, begging on her knees, crying and begging.

Yue Wuhuan asked her incomprehensibly: "Why do you ask?"

Qing Luan said dimly with tears, "Rong Ye is not that bad..."

Yue Wuhuan said: "He made a mistake."

Qing Luan insisted: "Wrongs can be corrected."

Yue Wuhuan thought for a long time, but did not answer.

Finally, he stretched out the Blood King Vine, lifted Qingluan out of the dungeon, and blocked the gate.

Qing Luan knocked on the door desperately, and cried heartbreakingly while listening to the faint wailing and begging for mercy.

Yue Wuhuan forgave Rong Ye, did not destroy life or spirit, and did not use those truly terrifying punishments.

Qingluan was full of ecstasy that was lost and recovered. She hugged Rong Ye and continued to comfort her.

"For your loyalty over the years," Yue Wuhuan stood up, walked past them, and said coldly, "No next time."