Mistakenly Saving the Villain

"It's the traces left by acupuncture," Song Qingshi quickly explained when he saw him misunderstanding that he was injured. "It was not bitten by insects. My capillaries are richer. When the needle sticks, it will cause slight subcutaneous bleeding and often leave marks. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. The itch will go away in a few days."

Yue Wuhuan glanced at the trace closely, slowly let go of his hand, and lowered his head and said: "The Lord tried the needle for me and was injured, but I was abrupt..."

"How can you study medicine without getting a needle on yourself?" Song Qingshi said indifferently, "You will have to practice acupuncture in the future. If you need it, I can give you a practice tool. Before..." He said this, suddenly Thinking of some funny things, the first step in learning acupuncture is to pierce yourself and then pierce each other. When you get used to it, you will get rid of acne, pierce a few needles, lose weight, pierce your stomach, pierce a cold, and pierce your cold, before the final exam. It is the norm to be a hedgehog. He also learned a lot with his senior sister. For example, when he fell asleep while studying, he put a needle on the cover of the heavenly spirit, which instantly refreshed his mind.

When learning acupuncture and moxibustion in the original body, I use my own needles first, mainly to determine the feeling of getting the needles.

He tried this needle method for the first time, and he had to be familiar with himself before he dared to start with others.

Yue Wuhuan turned around sullenly, as if he was not happy about his injury.

The protagonist Su is really a kind little angel.

Song Qingshi sighed for a long time. He was afraid that he would roll over again. He pierced the needle while talking about medical theory. After spending a lot of time, he finally pierced the beauty into a beautiful hedgehog. After he determined each acupuncture point, he injected spiritual energy to control the local anesthesia to a minimum. Then, he took out the medicated bath, put the ingredients of Liumai Fusheng Decoction, and adjusted the temperature skillfully to let Yue Wuhuan go in.

In this medicinal bath, Yue Wuhuan let out a muffled snort shortly after entering.

The overbearing medicinal power penetrates all meridians, rushes frantically, and upsets the body.

Yue Wuhuan finally knew what Song Qing meant when he said it was painful. Even if the acupuncture method reduced the pain a lot, he still held on to the edge of the cylinder with pain, his face turned red and full of cold sweat on his forehead.

"You can't eliminate all the pain," Song Qingshi injected divine consciousness into his body and constantly checked the situation, explained, "The human body has many meridians. After the medicine is injected, it is like a river flushing a bank. You need to feel every blocked meridian being washed away. Pain, I can be sure whether it has been completely opened up... If it hurts, you just call it out. Just hold on for half an hour and it's almost the same."

"Lord Lord, don't worry," Yue Wuhuan gasped, "You have done so much for me, I can bear it."

At the blockage of the meridian that was forcibly washed away, the power of the medicine passed without hindrance, and the pain disappeared.

Song Qingshi took out the corresponding gold needle.

As more and more meridians are dredged, the pain is getting lighter and lighter.

Before taking the last needle on the Tianling cap, Song Qingshi took out the medicine, and his life became more and more unhappy: "Open your mouth."

The more Wuhuan’s pain left his mind blank, he opened his mouth obediently, only to find that Song Qingshi had stuffed a hot pill in, and his slightly cool fingertips accidentally touched his lips. He subconsciously ran after him with The tongue licked this comfortable piece of coolness, trying to hold it in his mouth and never let it go.

The hot pill melted in the mouth and slid into the abdomen. Suddenly, an explosive pain came from the pubic area, stirring the internal organs.

He couldn't help it anymore, let out a scream, grabbed the people around him hard, and then fell feebly.

Song Qingshi took advantage of the situation and took him into his arms, patted his back, and coaxed softly: "This is the blood lotus pill of Rank Nine. It works very quickly. Just stick to it."

The Liumai Fusheng Decoction opens up the meridians, and the Nine Turns Blood Lotus Pill regenerates the dantian. Song Qingshi determined from research materials and experiments that the Nine-Ranked Blood Lotus Pill cannot relieve pain when taken, but the painful time is very short. So he didn't explain it at the beginning, so as not to increase the psychological burden of the patient, just like an injection, a quick fight is enough.

Yue Wuhuan's lips had bitten and bleeding, and he couldn't hold it back, and finally let out a low roar similar to an injured beast, holding the person in his arms tightly, as if to be squeezed into his own flesh and blood, and merged into one.

If it were not for the cultivation base of the Yuan Ying monk, the bones should be broken.

Song Qingshi couldn't move, and was afraid that he would bite his lips with pain. He suggested: "If you hurt, you can bite something else. I'll give you a towel..."

Before he could finish his words, Yue Wuhuan fiercely bit the obnoxious dark red mark on his neck. With so much force, he almost bit off this piece of meat and swallowed it into his stomach.

Song Qingshi knew that he had lost his mind and was afraid of hurting his teeth, so he immediately removed all the spiritual power of the bodyguard, and did not dare to resist with poison, so he was bitten out with deep bloodstains, and his tears were about to come out from the pain. He didn't dare to call out to make people worry, so he could only pretend that it didn't hurt, and gasped desperately.

If you let him bite yourself, you will be bitten when you kneel.

Song Qingshi persisted with tears...

After about a quarter of an hour, the pain of the dantian slowly disappeared, and the tiny spiritual power slowly poured out, just like the trees that had withered for many years were re-emerged under the nourishment of the spring rain, all things germinated vigorously, and the body became comfortable and cozy. . Yue Wuhuan's strength finally ran out, he loosened his teeth, lightly licked the blood stains he bit out, fell slowly, and fell into a deep coma.

...

When Yue Wuhuan woke up, it was already dark.

He moved his body, and the spiritual power that had withered for many years began to run smoothly, and his aptitude was actually much stronger than when he first entered the fairy sect.

Suddenly, he realized what was next to him, and slowly turned his head to look around, and found that his hands were pulling Song Qingshi's sleeves tightly, and his fingers were stiff and numb due to long grasping, and it took a lot of effort to untie it.

Song Qingshi slept soundly beside him.

He originally wanted to wait for Yue Wuhuan to wake up and explain the treatment, but during this time he was really tired and fell asleep while waiting.

The more Wuhuan stared at this unsuspecting sleeping face, there were many ripples in my heart that I didn't know what it was like, the seeds of desire were taking root, and the crazy emotions were boiling in my mind.

He stretched out his hand quietly, picked up a strand of soft long hair, placed it on the tip of his nose, greedily sniffed the lingering fragrance of medicine, and then kissed and licked it gently.

The bite marks on his neck also made him feel unspeakable satisfaction, as if he had branded his own mark on this person.

Obviously the body has got rid of the control of drugs, he still has an unstoppable desire for the person in front of him.

Such a good person, but he wants his body, wants his soul, wants to see him fall into the sea of ​​desire and be controlled.

What a despicable idea...

"Wuhuan, you are a monster born for desire."

Perhaps this sentence is correct.

He has long since fallen into a demon, and he is not worthy to associate with purity.

Song Qingshi had done too much for himself, and his kindness was as heavy as a mountain, without retribution.

Knowing it shouldn't, but just reluctant to let it go.

At least, stay away from him, hide your tail, don't show your true face, don't let bad thoughts stain him...

Yue Wuhuan made up his mind, finally took a breath and reluctantly let go of the long hair in his hand.