Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 7 Medicated bath horror

Song Qingshi searched the warehouse all night and finally found an old vest made of red ice silk. He dismantled the decorative formation on the top, handed it over to the medicine servants, and asked them to modify them to look like linings overnight, and then quietly put them on the head of the bed with the new cotton gown along with the new cotton gown.

The next day, Yue Wuhuan was shocked when he saw this ice silk jacket.

Song Qingshi urged outside the door: “Hurry up, let’s go for a new treatment.”

“Yes, Lord.” Yue Wuhuan knew that he had changed his master, so he didn’t dare to think too much, put on his clothes and went out in a hurry, feeling much more comfortable during the action.

Song Qingshi took him through the corridor and went to the alchemy next door. This was originally a forbidden place in the Medicine King Valley. The place where the original body used animals and humans to experiment with various medicines was also the place where the medicine servants were most afraid of entering. Song Qingshi complied with the “Declaration of Helkisin” and rejected any human experiment that violated ethics. Fortunately, when he took over Yaowanggu, there were not many test items left by the original body. He immediately released what could be released and needed relief. Helped to get free, and then changed to a treatment room. The remaining specimens and general teachers are also placed in other rooms-these are the big treasures of medicine, wait for the time to study slowly.

Yue Wuhuan was walking towards the pill room and found that more than one medicine servant was casting sympathetic glances at him, and he was a little nervous. After entering the pill room, he saw Song Qing when he took out a medicine jar that could fit people in, and he became nervous.

Song Qingshi didn’t notice his anxiety. He threw the various medicinal materials that had been counted into the tank, then poured water and used the internal pill fire to control the temperature. After the water in the tank turned crimson, he turned back and said: “You Take off your clothes and go in.”

Yue Wuhuan stood still, his eyes stiffened when he looked at him.

“Don’t be afraid,” Song Qingshi finally remembered and forgot to explain, “Red Grass Quhui Decoction is a medicinal bath, which is not uncomfortable.”

The more Wuhuan hesitated for a moment, he stretched his hand to the belt and eased away.

Song Qingshi turned around, sat down with his back to him, not peeking at him in the bath.

Yue Wuhuan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly removed his clothes, and stepped into the **** liquid medicine. The hot liquid medicine penetrated into the skin, causing a slight tingling sensation, but there was indescribable comfort. He took a deep breath. He breathed, completely relaxed, and suddenly sank the whole person into the water, but he did not expect the water to overflow because it was too full. It splashed on Song Qingshi’s neck, ears and hair, and blossomed on his white robe. A pale red flower.

For most monks, the robe is a very important thing, any damage will cause heartache.

Yue Wuhuan realized that it was not good, and got out of the water quietly, hiding in the tank and taking a peek, worried that he would offend Xianzun.

Song Qingshi didn’t care what happened. He stared at the bluestone on the ground in a daze. After a while, he secretly shook the water droplets on his hair.

Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, and asked cautiously: “Lord, you turned around and the slave wiped it for you?”

Song Qingshi lowered his head and looked at the bluestone more attentively: “You are bathing, you can’t peek.” In his world view, it is reasonable for doctors to check the patient’s physical condition during treatment, but if the doctor peeks at the patient to take a bath, it is morally corrupt and shameless. Up.

Yue Wuhuan pondered these words for a long time, and guessed: “Is the Lord’s body too dirty?”

Song Qingshi shook his head and whispered: “You don’t like being watched.”

“The Lord said and laughed,” Yue Wuhuan’s eyes cooled down, and he was silent for a moment, and peeked out of the water, his long hair wet on his shoulders, just like a shark who just came out of the water, his body is perfect in the world, and his muscle skeleton is perfect. Even, there is no half fat, and the waist is only enough for a full grip, but you can see the hidden power inside. He leaned against the edge of the cylinder, approached Song Qingshi’s ear, blowing lightly, his phoenix eyes were extremely charming, the red tearful mole was so gorgeous that it could deprive people’s hearts, and his voice was like a monster in temptation, “Slave this humble body What’s not to be seen? The people who have seen it…can’t be counted. They all say that the slave’s body is very beautiful and waved, and he can’t even walk away from a man. It is born to be seen… …”

Song Qingshi quickly interrupted him, repeating: “You don’t like being watched.”

After Yue Wuhuan watched him for a long time, he said hoarsely: “The slave doesn’t care anymore.”

Song Qingshi didn’t know how to explain, but insisted: “You don’t like it.”

Can I just don’t like what I don’t like?

Yue Wuhuan thought this was ridiculous. In the years when he was just sent to accompany guests, he was coaxed to say that he didn’t like it and didn’t want it. The result is only to be found weaknesses for fun.

He doesn’t like to be seen, so he has to show the most unbearable posture to everyone in the square and at the banquet time and time again.

He doesn’t like talk and talk, so he will be tortured by various drugs and instruments of torture, until he learns to use voice to add to the fun…

Until you give up your shame, give up your dignity, and pretend to like these things.

He had known for a long time that in the eyes of these aloof monks, he was just a beautiful toy, without emotions, just let the master transform it into what he liked. He often wished that he could be mad and stupid, just like most slaves, losing the ability to think, living a dog-like life carelessly, and using his body to please his master.

It’s a pity that there is always a trace of clarity in his heart, and he coldly examines his embarrassed self, and then cuts through all kinds of swords…

Maybe he is crazy…

I don’t know when the fire rose slowly, the temperature of the potion became hotter and hotter, and Wuhuan’s face became hotter and hotter, but he couldn’t feel the scorching heat and buried his head deeply. Bloody potion until it floods the nose and mouth, and can’t breathe. He didn’t want to get up, and only hoped to sink in forever, so that the hot water could clean the filth on his body, preferably even the bones.

Song Qingshi noticed something was wrong with the quietness behind him. He turned his head and found that he was distracted when he was speaking and did not control the pill fire. It caused the water temperature to rise several degrees, and it was so hot that the more Wuhuan had disappeared on the surface of the water. Song Qingshi didn’t care much, got up and rushed over, and reached out to fish out the person in the tank.

The wet beauty was dragged into his arms. He closed his eyes tightly and dropped his limbs weakly. His long curly hair clung to his fair skin, dripping all over the floor, making the acacia print on his back dazzling. Song Qingshi couldn’t feel any thoughts. He quickly put the person on the ground, confirmed the pulse, and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation and artificial respiration.

Yue Wuhuan spit, opened his eyes, and stumbled to find that Song Qingshi’s face was close at hand. He could even see his own shadow in his black and white, clear eyes, and his eyes were due to the heat in the furnace. Smoked a little red, with water droplets on her long eyelashes, she looked like an innocent and innocent boy, and she couldn’t see that she was the ancestor of Yuan Ying who had practiced for nearly a thousand years, deceiving people to death.

He didn’t notice the true identity of the other party by the river at the time, and wanted to sympathize, but he died without being unjustified.

The more Wuhuan’s thoughts became more and more chaotic, he curled up subconsciously, and all kinds of messy memories flashed before his eyes. The tenderness in his chest and the residual temperature on his lips made him a little confused between what tonight and what, as if he had returned to being punished. when.

Song Xueba almost dropped out of his class, so scared that his soul flew away, the operation was as fierce as a tiger, relying entirely on instinct. After Yue Wuhuan woke up, he breathed a sigh of relief and realized that there are many ways to treat drowning in the world of cultivating immortals, and there is no need to use modern first aid at all.

This is a bit unclear…

It is a routine operation for medical students to do first aid for drowning. Regardless of whether it is a beauty or an ugly person, a child or an old man, he will do it without hesitation. Song Qingshi is a little embarrassed that he has not made the best first aid plan in the world of immortality, but he will not take it. Don’t worry about a little thing, just don’t know how to explain it.

Yue Wuhuan had lost the focus in his eyes, and he slowly unfolded his body, no longer covering it, just like a fish that was forcibly dragged ashore to die, and let him be killed.

Song Qingshi quickly turned his head, closed his eyes, and apologized honestly: “I’m sorry, I made a mistake about the temperature of the water.”

“The Lord is not wrong,” Yue Wuhuan’s eyes were open, but he couldn’t get any scenery into his mind. He listened to his ears, but he couldn’t understand any language. He repeated the standard answer, “It’s my fault, I ‘S fault…”

This is the truth that he has paid a lot of price and has been instilled over and over again, and it is always reminding him how to live.

“Wuhuan, you are so beautiful, you should be played with by nature.”

“Wuhuan, it’s your body that seduce a man, and it will be abused.”

“Wuhuan, it’s because you are too sloppy and make you want to stop.”

“Wuhuan, you are a monster born for desire.”

“No Huan, it’s all your fault.”

“No Huan, it’s all your fault.”

…

“My fault, my fault, my fault…” Yue Wuhuan kept repeating numbly, “It’s all my fault.”

Because he was wrong to live in this world.

Song Qingshi took off his robe and put it on Yue Wuhuan, and suddenly realized that the mental state of the person in front of him was very wrong, as if he had fallen into a terrible barrier. He thought about it, gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to fight but was reluctant, so he got up and brought a bucket of cold water next to him, used a freezing technique, and poured it down suddenly from his head. Yue Wuhuan was agitated by the cold, and his mind was slightly awake. Song Qingshi took the opportunity to take the Ning Shen Jing Qi Pill to him.

“Honorable Lord?” Yue Wuhuan woke up, a little confused.

“It’s okay.” Song Qingshi took the towels and clothes he had prepared earlier, wrapped him one layer on the left and right, wrapped him like a zongzi, and then gave a reasonable explanation, “You have hallucinations by drowning.”

The more Wuhuan nodded blankly.

Song Qingshi determined that the zongzi had been wrapped tightly, and stopped with satisfaction, and ordered: “Wear more in the future.”

Yue Wuhuan looked at him and asked anxiously: “Can you wear more slaves?”

Song Qingshi solemnly educates: “Autumn is coming. It is cold. You must wear more to avoid catching a cold.”

“Thank the Lord for your pity.” After Yue Wuhuan was sure that he was not like lying, he responded softly. He clutched his clothes tightly. For some reason, he suddenly remembered that when he first entered Jinfeng Villa, he took off all his clothes one by one. For the plaything scene.

Now, this seemingly deceptive man has personally helped him put on the clothes piece by piece, as if to entice him to expect something…

The medicated bath was interrupted, and the effect has not been fully realized.

Song Qingshi was busy adding water to the medicine tank and re-adjusting the temperature.

Yue Wuhuan sat quietly on the ground watching him busy for himself, thinking a lot. Suddenly, he later realized that the inevitable burning sensation in his body was much less. He moved his body slightly and was surprised to find that the sensitivity caused by the drug had also decreased a lot, and the friction of the cloth was no longer sad.

He guessed for a long time, but couldn’t understand, and finally plucked up the courage to ask: “Honorable Lord, what is the purpose of the red grass Quhuitang…”

“Huh?” Song Qingshi stopped and froze for a while. He found that he had committed the bad problem of being a tyrant again. His thinking was jumping too fast. He always felt that others would understand as long as he said a name or a noun, regardless of whether others followed or not. Get your own ideas.

Song Qingshi is a good academician who knows his mistakes and corrects. He reorganized the language several times in his mind and chose the simplest expression, “Your body is corroded by many kinds of drugs, so it is very uncomfortable. Red Grass Quhui Decoction can be used. To remove the drug residues in your body, this medicinal bath needs to be done five times, and the last two times must be added with Shengjihua and Xuetou to help repair the old wounds. Then it will be painful and itchy. It is not easy to use anesthetics. Don’t worry, Only after that stage, the body will return to its original appearance…”

Song Qingshi couldn’t bear to say: Those people didn’t care about Yuewuhuan’s life and death. All kinds of love drugs were used uncontrollably on him, causing conflicts of various drug properties in the body and residual overdose. If you continue to use drugs, He won’t live for a few years.

“I was overdone…Yes, they thought I was boring,” Yue Wuhuan wrapped her clothes tightly, and was reluctant to let go. He hesitated for a long time, but decided to control the unwillingness in his heart, and explain clearly what will be discovered sooner or later. He was so confused that he once again forgot the proper claim in the language, “Holy Lord, if there is no medicine , My body will not respond to men, you can’t have fun in me, I, I am not used to those things, only with the help of drugs…”

Song Qingshi interrupted his incoherent speech: “Don’t do things that don’t adapt.”

“You don’t need to be nice to me,” the more unhappy the more open, the more fearful he is. He is like a bewildered child, desperately said, “I have nothing, the only thing I can give you is this body…”

Song Qingshi realized that his emotions were not right, and turned back. He knew he should do psychological intervention now, but the words in his heart had turned ten thousand times, but they all disappeared when they reached the tongue, and he could not say anything sweet and comforting, and he was obviously sad. Extremely, but in the end only two words can be condensed: “You have.”

The more Wuhuan in his heart is the kid who is practicing sword hard under the peach blossom tree, and the boy who dreams of becoming a sword master with a mortal body.

The more Wuhuan he saw in his eyes was the soaring phoenix in nine days, the brightest star in the night, but with its wings broken and covered in dust.

Song Qingshi walked step by step, firm in every step.

Yue Wuhuan tried to calm down forcibly, but his body couldn’t help trembling slightly, and he wanted to move away.

Song Qingshi squatted down on his knees and looked into his eyes seriously.

The more Wuhuan feels that he cannot retreat.

Song Qingshi promised word by word: “I will find what you have, and I will give you everything you want.”

Yue Wuhuan’s breathing became rapid, he still couldn’t understand what this promise meant, but he understood the seriousness and determination in Song Qingshi’s eyes. He asked carefully: “What do you need me to do?”

Song Qingshi asked: “Don’t be suspicious, okay?”

Yue Wuhuan thought for a long time, and finally nodded.