Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 57



Chapter 56 Emotional flute

Yue Wuhuan put down the bird flute and looked at him with a smile, wondering what else was weird.

Song Qingshi hesitated for a long time, seeming to be organizing the words in his heart, and finally took a deep breath, took out a golden soul lamp, and handed it to his hand. In the soul lamp was the sinful soul he had been looking for for a long time, desperate. Struggling in pain.

Yue Wuhuan took the soul lamp in a daze, waiting for the answer.

“I caught him,” Song Qingshi looked into his eyes, with a serious expression in his expression, “I won’t let anyone hurt Wuhuan. Don’t worry, I’m very fierce, very good at killing people, quietly. Fire poison is like torture. They will not die easily, and I will grab the soul and give you a gift…”

He knows, he knows his entertainment…

Yue Wuhuan couldn’t help but want to grab his wrist and stay awake.

“I don’t care about this kind of thing,” Song Qingshi quickly grabbed his hand to stop the self-harm, and then held it tightly in his palm, and continued, “You can tell me what you want, and the person you want to kill is also You can give me the list, and I will kill them one by one until I kill all the beasts.”

The more Wuhuan wanted to pull his hand back, but was held tighter, he couldn’t help but smile: “You can’t do it.”

Song Qingshi insisted: “I will work hard.”

“Honorable Lord, you don’t know how many…too many, too many to kill,” Yue Wuhuan said in a low voice, “Jinfeng Villa is a famous gate in the fairy world. Most of the guests who come and go every day are nothing. Little man. Among the beasts I have served, many are elders of various sects, even the heads, Jindan monks, Yuanying monks, distraction monks, and even Mahayana ancestors…”

Everyone knows his beauty and wants to taste it.

He offended Jin Feizhen again, and was deliberately humiliated, and everyone could be deceived.

Most of the monks have sects behind them, sheltering each other, pulling their bodies together, where can they be killed?

“I have already given up,” Yue Wu laughed, “If you want to kill those animals, unless you turn this world into a sea of ​​corpses and destroy them…”

No matter how crazy he was, he knew it was impossible.

“If you want a sea of ​​corpses, then a sea of ​​corpses,” Song Qingshi firmly grasped him and insisted, “I will work hard, as long as I have a breath, I will kill! Never give up!”

“I don’t want this. Revenge is just an incidental game. You kill when you get the chance. Don’t forget it. There is no need to let the garbage get your hands dirty.” The less joyful and funny, he is full of stubbornness. The Lord squeezed his face, wanted to change his expression, and then teased, “I have found more important things, more important things.”

Song Qingshi was at a loss: “What is it?”

“Don’t worry about the unhappy things anymore. I like your gift.” Yue Wuhuan blew the bird flute again. The cheerful flute drew two skylarks and made him happy. “The moonlight is so good, let’s come Do happy things, Lord, do you want to study the questions or do you miss the book?”

Song Qingshi was embarrassed: “Wuhuan, don’t follow me in everything, I’m stupid, I always don’t understand other people’s hearts, I always do wrong things…”

Yue Wu laughed and said, “I like you like this.”

The Lord is very good, because he does not want to be seen with that dirty heart.

Song Qingshi thought about it for a long time, and found the answer in the “Three Brothers Fighting Tiger” storybook and the teaching notebook of Xianjun Yanyuan: Between men, if they have troubles that they don’t understand, they will drag and drink and drink too much. The truth is out.

He took out the beauty he just bought and got it in front of Yue Wuhuan, and said with great pride: “We did it!”

The more Huanhuan was at a loss.

“Nanhai City specialty, sweet, limited edition, especially delicious!” Song Qingshi recites the boss’s sales words in one breath, and then said, “I checked, this wine is very clean and there is nothing dirty! I, I I rarely drink, I want to drink this!”

The more Wuhuan thought about it, there are too many things that happened today, which affects the mood. It’s okay to drink some wine to make the Lord happy.

He tolerated the addiction to cleanliness, took out utensils suitable for drinking, checked the cleanliness of the wine, and filled it for him.

Beauty Drunk is really sweet, soft wine, does not burn the throat, and it is easy for even people who can’t drink. But its wine strength is unexpectedly high.

“Lord, drink less,” Yue Wuhuan persuaded, holding the glass of wine, “this wine is named after’beauty’s drunk on her knee’.”

He was too late to say this, Song Qingshi drank three cups, blushing hot, and lying still in his arms.

Yue Wuhuan didn’t expect that his drinking volume was so low, so he had no choice but to turn him over and lay on his lap to rest.

I still want to talk about this amount of alcohol…

It’s so cute.

Yue Wuhuan touched his soft broken hair like a cat. After a long time, he asked mischievously: “Lord, are you still awake?”

Song Qingshi hummed for a while, and said honestly: “Awake.”

Yue Wuhuan asked again: “Is there any secret that the Lord has kept from me?”

Song Qingshi looked at his lips and thought for a while: “I want something sweet.”

Yue Wuhuan asked again: “Is it sorbet?”

Song Qingshi shook his head slightly: “No, it’s more delicious.”

Yue Wuhuan guessed a few more desserts, but Song Qingshi seemed a little confused and stopped answering this question. Yue Wuhuan held up the soul lamp at his hand and tortured the soul inside for a while. His heart was sweet, he suddenly remembered Song Qingshi as if he had never asked him to give him any gift.

Except for the initial request that he not suicide, Song Qingshi never asked him anything. But the things he gave him were one after another, and there was only one gift he could give to each other.

Yue Wuhuan took out the phoenix blood from the mustard bag. The phoenix blood had already been strung by him with a golden necklace engraved with a magic circle, but the magic circle had not been completed yet, so he had to add the most complicated imprint of the soul. , Let this gem follow this person from life to life, like the brand he gave, and will never leave.

Yue Wuhuan stretched out his fingertips and gently slid across Song Qingshi’s white neck, extremely satisfied.

This is the most suitable location.

Song Qingshi felt the heat from his fingertips, itching, twisted his neck, and hummed twice again.

Yue Wu Huan retracted his hand with a smile, and asked casually, “Does the Lord have any desires?”

Song Qingshi was silent for a long time, and whispered: “Yes, I want something…”

The more Wuhuan became stunned, many research equipment, isolated ancient books, precious medicines, and mice appeared in his mind. Finally, unable to think of an answer, he couldn’t help but ask: “What do you want? I’ll find it for you.”

“Music,” Song Qingshi turned around, hugged his leg, and whimpered, “I really want to hear Wuhuan playing tunes, but… Wuhuan seems to be sad… So, I don’t want to…”

He likes music very much.

On the Langgan stage, the melody played by Yue Wuhuan still circulates in his mind. It is the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

However, the emotions in that song are too sad and painful…

Everything in Jinfeng Villa and Yanshan Gate may be the worse nightmare.

So he dared not ask any more or listen any more.

Yue Wuhuan was stunned. He never thought that Song Qingshi had such a wish. There was a purple bamboo flute in the mustard bag, which was bought by Song Qingshi when they went to Lecheng. Give it to himself, so he didn’t think of the meaning of this long Xiao.

“I don’t hate music, I just hate that kind of music.” Yue Wu laughed a little bitterly. He played with his mother’s concubine at the age of three, and went to practice piano with the empress empress at the age of five. How could he hate music? He just doesn’t like those kitsch and ridiculous music. He no longer plays flute, because there are too many more important things every day, and he can’t find the mood and reason for flute.

If this person likes to listen, he is willing to blow…

The purple bamboo flute was taken out, and the tone was tested.

Song Qingshi stretched out his hand and took off his golden mask mischievously: “I want to see your face.”

Yue Wu Huan smiled, put the flute to his lips, and gently blew the “Feng Qiu Huang” that had been in his heart countless times.

In the night, the lingering melody fell slowly, the noisy crow stopped the cry, the returning yellow warbler poked out its head, several larks fell beside them, thrushes and literary birds fell one after another, and the white cranes spread their wings in the pond…

All affection, pay the flute sound.

Song Qingshi slowly got up and sat in front of him. He ignorantly heard the meaning of the flute, and understood the appeal of the flute. He stared blankly at his ruddy lips, remembering the words in the book, thinking of the couple he saw in the bamboo forest, and strange desires appeared in his heart. The sweeter he watched, the more greedy he watched, and it felt better than the world. All the sweets are delicious.

I love it, I love it…

He felt the less joyful he had the same idea.

The music fell to the last scale, and the remnant sound curled up.

Yue Wuhuan’s lips left Zizhuxiao, and found that Song Qingshi was looking at him smiling, his drunken expression was dazed, and he didn’t know what interesting things he was thinking…

Song Qingshi approached his chin, sniffed the target, and asked with a smile, “Does Wuhuan want to eat sweets too?”

The more Wuhuan didn’t understand what he meant, he said casually: “Okay.”

Suddenly, Song Qingshi grabbed his shoulder and forcibly kissed his lips.

Yue Wuhuan widened his eyes in astonishment, and the huge shock made him forget how to react.

This is a green and clumsy kiss, like a newborn puppy, licking bones indiscriminately. He doesn’t know how to kiss, but he keeps trying hard. First, he gently licks every inch of his lips with his tongue. It got soggy, and then bit it gently with his teeth, as if he wanted to swallow it but was afraid of hurting the other person. He turned around and didn’t know how to eat it, and finally let out a slight whine of dissatisfaction.

Yue Wuhuan finally came back to his senses. He pushed Song Qingshi away in a panic, and desperately wiped the water marks on his mouth with his hands. It was not clean enough, and he went to the mustard bag to find the veil: “Don’t kiss… You, you don’t know how many disgusting things my mouth has touched, it will, will stain you.”

“Why do you always say that you are dirty?” Song Qingshi was at a loss, “Wuhuan is very clean, not dirty.”

Yue Wuhuan begged: “Master, you don’t understand this, you are a clean person, don’t touch me…”

Song Qingshi thought for a while and felt that this matter should be scientific. With the speed and strength of the Yuan Ying monk, he rushed over and took another bite to confirm the taste.

The more Wuhuan couldn’t avoid it, he was completely panicked.

Song Qingshi concluded: “Wuhuan is very sweet.”

Yue Wuhuan looked at him blankly, unable to speak.

“If you think you are dirty,” Song Qingshi thought about a solution, then kissed him again, “Don’t be afraid, I will lick it for you and it will be clean…”

The more Wuhuan’s breathing became rapid, his brain became confused.

The chains of desire were loosened.

The bound beast in the cage was about to move, clamoring frantically…

He just tasted a little bit, just a little bit…

Countless blood king vines grew crazily, woven into a net again, firmly bound the person in front of them, dragged them to his side, fixed in his arms, leaving no room for avoidance, and no chance to escape.

“Lord, kissing is not like this, let me teach you.”

Yue Wuhuan leaned down, kissed the pale pink lips fiercely, and then pried open his teeth, invaded the pure territory that has never been touched before, crazily wrapped around the soft and moist top sweetness, advancing and retreating, Tentative offense is like a dexterous and clumsy music, and finally find the right rhythm, blend into one, lingering and inseparable from each other anymore.

Moist and heavy breathing spread between the two.

Song Qingshi finally recovered… he realized what he had done.

The psychologist must not have any ambiguous thoughts about the patient. This is professional ethics and industry rules, so he never dared to think about it and touch it. But what is he doing now? What did he do to the patient?

He touched the forbidden area that must not be touched, he broke the iron law that must not be broken.

This is a serious doctor disqualification, a serious medical malpractice…

How to do?

Song Qingshi clung to Yue Wuhuan’s shoulders tightly. Any retreat would result in a more violent attack. He was so dizzy from being kissed and his mind went blank. He didn’t know how to deal with such a medical accident, and he didn’t know what to do. What price should be paid to be forgiven.

Is it okay to be responsible for your whole life?

The more joyless the kiss, the deeper the kiss. For him, only the person in his arms is real in this world. He didn’t want to let go of the most beautiful taste at all, and he couldn’t taste it enough.

In the dark part of the bamboo forest, An Long silently watched the scene before him. His eyes had already turned dark red. Inside were vertical pupils that were not human, like a monster from the abyss of hell, without any emotion.

Yue Wuhuan discovered the existence of horror, he smiled nonchalantly, and then continued to kiss frantically.

He finally waited until this guy appeared, and many things could be done.

This is double happiness.


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