Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Yue Wuhuan thought that his eyes would be poached by Xianzun soon, and he was shaking with nervousness.

After Song Qingshi checked, he was puzzled: "Are you cold?"

Yue Wuhuan shook his head stiffly.

"If your eyes are not uncomfortable, leave it to be treated later," Song Qingshi judged according to the severity of the matter. He returned to the table and took off his gloves, picked up the rosary beads, and walked over, "I am in your nails. I found a white powdery medicine. After a preliminary inspection, it was determined that it contained deer spring grass and scented flowers, which had a strong aphrodisiac effect. In addition, I also found the incense smell on your clothes and feather skirts that attracted cats. Plant ingredients, this is the reason why the demon tiger took the initiative to attack you at the feast."

He found...

The more Huanhuan thinks desperately.

This is because he fumbled for many times on the edge of the rules of the acacia seal to find a trick: slaves can't kill themselves, slaves must follow the master in everything, but the master is happy to see the slave perform an unbearable performance, and is also happy that the slave is played to death.

All he can get is love medicine, which extracts psychedelic ingredients, and increases the weight several times to make animals lose their sanity.

Therefore, he calculated the time and wrapped the wax pellets to delay the onset of the drugs in the Yaohu, and then prepared the smell on his body that attracted the monsters. After the atmosphere on the court was warm, the Yaohu rushed up under the stimulation of the drugs. Choosing him as the prey, he pretended to be absent after taking the love pill, and took the initiative to step forward. The guests thought it was a show arranged by Jin Feiyu and applauded.

Jin Feizhen has a very good face and has won a new favorite. He will never sweep the interest of guests for him. After a little hesitation, the demon tiger will completely lose control and tear the person to pieces.

Yue Wuhuan carried out the plan with the determination to die, and never thought that the truth would be revealed alive.

In Jinfeng Villa, if a slave is found to show signs of disobedience, he will be severely punished. What's more, what he did is to calculate the master, which is absolutely against the rules... But what about this?

The more Wuhuan’s flustered heart gradually calmed down, and recalled that when he first became a slave, because he was unwilling to yield and suitable for recovery, he suffered all the humiliation that the world can bear under the control of Hehuan Yin. All kinds of unbearable gestures forced him to admit that he was more stray than the most stray flower girl in the brothel; because the beasts thought he could not react to the bedclothes, they used countless kinds of drugs to transform him into a very sensitive physique until Even the friction of ordinary cloth will make him extremely uncomfortable.

Every time he thinks that he has reached the limit of hell, he will always see that **** is deeper. Finally, after realizing that his despair and resistance would only make those people happier, he gave up these meaningless struggles and the idea of ​​living to get rid of the acacia seal.

The body is so dirty that I just want to ruin it...

God knows that when the demon tiger rushed to tear his body apart, he could not feel any pain, only the ultimate happiness.

No matter whether it was plucking out his eyes or cutting off his limbs to make him a medicine man, whether he was thrown into a flower house and crushed by thousands of people, or thrown to a wild animal for fun, there would be no punishment in this world that would make him feel painful.

Yue Wuhuan narrowed his smile, no longer pretending to be, he looked at the rosary coldly, and provoked disrespectfully: "Now that you know, what are you going to do?"

Song Qingshi categorically announced: "Someone wants to harm you!"

Yue Wuhuan's provocation failed, and he almost didn't come up in one breath, thinking that he had misheard: "What?"

Song Qingshi felt that his reasoning was great-although he didn't read novels very much, the senior sister said that the protagonists are good people, because the bad guys as the protagonists cannot pass the censorship of domestic publications, and the system introduction introduces that the protagonist suffers tragic fate The second injury must also be the plot of the original.

Analyzed by the social news he has read, 80% of people in Jinfeng Villa are jealous of the protagonist’s beauty and favor, and want to destroy him, so he has used medicine on his body and nails! So after careful consideration, Song Holmes Qingshi concluded: "I suspect that it was the hands of the person who dressed you that day. I will find the murderer later and give you justice."

"No," Yue Wuhuan felt that the corners of his mouth were twitching. He didn't believe that Tangtang Xianzun would be that stupid, but the other party seemed to be very serious about making him believe that he was stupid, causing him to not know what expression to face. Finally replied stiffly, "No need..."

When Song Qingshi saw that he was so kind, he became more affirmed of his guess. He put the rosary beads into Yue Wuhuan's hands: "This thing belongs to you, so you can put it away by yourself."

The more Wuhuan realizes that the rosary beads have not been marked with new spiritual thoughts, the whole person is dumbfounded.

"I studied this stuff," Song Qingshi explained, "The seal of the acacia involves witchcraft, which is more complicated. There is no way to cure the curse in Yaowanggu. I have asked the medicine servant to go to the Yeyu Pavilion to give a reward, the owner of the Yeyu Pavilion. Although the method of explaining spells is not expensive, it is rare, and it will take some time to hear back."

Yue Wuhuan was stunned for a long time after listening, and asked in a dumb voice: "What price do I need to pay?"

Song Qingshi has been helped by many people, and no one has ever asked him to give back. He has also helped many people and has never asked for someone else's in return.

In his eyes, the acacia seal is a crime against human nature. The source of the protagonist's suffering is like the shackles on the feet of a bird. After saving the bird, it is a matter of course to untie the shackles, and it is not worth mentioning.

So he replied casually and generously: "You can treat it well and you can recover from the illness with peace of mind."

The medicine servant came to report that the medicine boiled in the yard was almost up.

Song Qingshi hurriedly went out to check, lest the effect of the medicine would not reach the best.

The more Wuhuan looked at the **** rosary in his hand in disbelief, his thoughtful heart became more confused.

In the world he knows, things that don’t cost are the most expensive...

Yao Wang Xianzun is even more famous for being cold-blooded and unintentional in the fairy world. He has never understood what mercy is. What does he want from himself? body? life? Or the soul? Yue Wuhuan thought for a long time, and couldn't help but smile. He tightly grasped the **** rosary in his hand, determined to make a desperate move. As long as he could get rid of the shackles, he was willing to do anything, even if it was to sell his soul to the devil...

When Yue Wuhuan saw Song Qingshi holding the medicine in, he pondered for a moment about his impressions and needs of himself, his expression quickly switched to a well-behaved and weak look, and then carefully raised his eyes and glanced at him secretly, with just the right gratitude in his eyes. Feelings, at the mercy of Song Qingshi's treatment.

This patient is super obedient! The doctor will do everything he asks. No matter how disgusting the medicine is, he will drink it in one gulp. No matter how painful or itchy the needle is, there will be no sound! I would also thank the doctor in a gentle voice. Song Qingshi took care of her with a sense of accomplishment, and hoped that all patients in the world would be so well-behaved.

The physical resilience of the wood spirit root is amazing, and the wound on the shoulder of Wuhuan will scab in five days.

After Song Qingshi checked, he allowed him to get out of bed, order more sun exposure, and then set about preparing for the next treatment.

Yaowanggu, whether it is the original body or the current Song Qing Dynasty, does not care much about wearing it. Therefore, Yaowanggu rarely has shark silk or ice silk. The patient gowns prepared by the medicine servants are made of ordinary cotton, which is comfortable for ordinary people, but Yue Wuhuan was wearing but being worn out, so he didn't dare to leave the palace too far, and took a few steps and stopped.

At night, Song Qingshi noticed that he was walking incorrectly, so he came to check. He didn't expect to touch his collarbone lightly. Before he went down, he almost made a fool of himself.

Yue Wuhuan looked at Song Qingshi's stunned expression and those clear eyes without any evil intentions. The shame that hadn't appeared for a long time came out. He couldn't help avoiding those gentle hands and curled up into the dark corner.

The contrast between purity and desire, clean and dirty, brings out the unbearable reality.

Yue Wuhuan repeated things that he had understood a long time ago in his heart over and over again.

Even if the acacia seal is lifted, he can't go back to the past...

Song Qingshi put his hand back in embarrassment, looked at the person hiding in the dark, opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Yue Wuhuan quickly realized that he was wrong. The other party had already known that he was not a clean person, and it would only be more embarrassing to cover up. He quickly mixed his breath, and his figure slowly unfolded in the dark depths.

When he smiled and raised his eyes to look at Song Qing, he said the teasing words that he had been accustomed to a long time ago: "It's so hot, does Xianzun want to look at the slave's body?"

Rather than being discovered that his body is embarrassed, he would rather take the initiative to show the embarrassment, as long as he convinces himself that he is shameless, his heart will not be sad.

Song Qingshi woke up before he unfastened his belt and suddenly lowered all the bed curtains, blocking the spring scenery in the room.

The more Wuhuan's ambiguous voice stopped abruptly.

Song Qingshi calmly said: "It's too late, the patient needs a rest."

Yue Wuhuan sat blankly inside the account, looking at the faint figure outside the account, putting it on the luminous beads, and then lit the incense burner. The faint medicinal scent mixed with the smell of agarwood swept over, so that the hot body gradually calmed down, and he slowly lay down, curled up again into the darkness of no one.

He suddenly realized that no one would be raging on him tonight, no need to speak disgusting language, let alone force himself to ask for flattery. There was no messy smell in the air, only the unspeakable clean breath, which made his always vigilant mind begin to grow dizzy, his eyelids could not be opened, and he dragged into his dreamland.

There is no **** in this dream, only the fragrance of the magnolia tree outside the childhood window...

He slowly relaxed his body, immersing himself in this sweet dream that he hadn't seen for a long time.

...

Song Qingshi stood blankly outside the door for a long time, thinking a lot.

He was sure that Requiem had played a role, and then turned back, holding the luminous beads, gently opened the curtain, sat on the side of the bed, and used his mind to look at the various problems hidden in this scarred body again.

For a long time, he withdrew his mind, quietly looked at Yue Wuhuan’s face, closed his eyes, and the completely relaxed young man had faded his charming attitude, like a sleeping wild cat, with his claws away, no Be vigilant again, as if forgetting the pain he had suffered, showing his true colors.

Freedom, pride, stubbornness...

His life should never be what it is now.

Song Qingshi gently tucked the quilt, put his messy long hair carefully behind his ears, and promised in a low voice:

"I will heal you."