Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Although Song Jincheng is a scumbag, he has a good heart. Although he kept saying that he was going to wait for Song Qingshi's father to come over to pay the bill, he paid Song Qingshi's accommodation fee with the more than 20 spirit stones in his hand, bought good medicinal materials and new clothes, and his injury got better day by day.

When Song Qingshi was recuperating from his injury, he sorted out the mustard bags while sorting out his memories. He tried to match the memory information in his mind with the information provided by Song Jincheng, and through rational analysis, he found clues about his identity after crossing.

The first to be ruled out is the powerful boss.

He is a little rookie in the foundation building. It doesn't matter how you look at it, and the memory fragments of the powerful boss are very few, and there is no character image. It may be an error generated when the system explodes, just like accidentally inside a big bucket of soy beans. I dropped a few green beans and went in, which is not worth mentioning.

The second confirmed is Song Qingshi, a modern medical student.

This memory is very complete. Except for the day when he accidentally ate bonbons when he was eight years old, he remembered everything, including family members, professors, netizens, books, and all kinds of modern medical knowledge and medical experiments. It should be a real identity.

The last thing that made him hesitate was Song Qingshi, a physician from the fairy world.

He can clearly remember that he came out of the mountains alone, wandering around, and obtained the memory of the medicine king's inheritance, but some details are different. He can perfectly control the underworld Youhuo and Honglianxuan in his body with the Han Yujue during the foundation building period. Fire, this is something he couldn't do in his memory. He still remembered many alchemy techniques and medical techniques that were not in the Medicine King's legacy, and he remembered many books he had read... I felt that the professional knowledge was there, and his original cultivation level might be higher, just forgetting people and things for a period of time.

Based on the above analysis.

Song Qingshi believed that he had passed through Song Qingshi, a medical student, to the body of the fairy pharmacist Song Qingshi. He was seriously injured and his repairing base fell, causing local amnesia, but he could not determine whether it was temporary or permanent.

Since the medical student Song Qingshi and the fairy world pharmacist Song Qingshi have very similar personalities, thinking patterns and living habits, and their souls fit like the same person, his psychological adaptability is very good, and he is not worried about identity issues, just...

He sadly said: "I feel like I don't have a father."

Song Jincheng was so scared that he almost dropped the melon in his hand: "All my net worth is spent on you, are you telling me this now?!"

"I am an orphan and have no relatives," Song Qingshi digested the memories of the two bodies and concluded, "I have a lonely personality, and I don't seem to have any friends." He turned his head to see Song Jincheng's crying expression, and quickly persuaded, "Don't worry. Although I don’t think I’m good at making money, someone must have given me pocket money! Maybe it’s a godfather? Let me think about it again, maybe I’ll remember it later.”

He took out all the contents of the mustard bag and shook it. There were bits and pieces of strange things in it, such as a dead phantom in the wooden box, a book called "Three Tigers" The book, the little clay figurine with colored birds, a few spells made by yourself, some commonly used medicinal materials, and a pamphlet of piles of medical records, with experimental ideas scribbled on it, it seems to be a casual note.

There is also a small note on the wooden box of Phantom Gu, which he wrote "Can't Peek".

After reading the note, he cleverly put the wooden box back, and then gave Song Jincheng the charms and medicinal materials: "I remember these can be sold for some money."

Song Jincheng was even more sad: "The medicinal materials are all planted, and the charms are also mass-produced, probably worth...two spirit stones."

Song Qingshi was at a loss: "Is the charm so cheap?"

"You really come from the country, and you read less than me," Song Jincheng sighed. "Mrs. Nian developed a method for mass production of charms more than a thousand years ago. Such commonly used charms have become necessities of life. I think You seem to have hand-painted this spell? Didn’t you paint it yourself?”

Song Qingshi nodded. His thoughts of making some spells and selling money stopped. He once again suggested: "I'll make alchemy and sell it when I get better. My alchemy skills are very good. Everyone is rushing to get the medicine. I can make money back."

"You cultivator of foundation building, your tone is quite big," Song Jincheng looked at his immature face, and asked old-fashioned: "Do you know how to practice Tiandi Wujin Wan? Can you know Xuanyuan Righteous Qi Pill? Will you know Xue's Qingjing Pill? Is Li Niangzi Zhicao cream?"

These are the most popular and best-selling elixirs on the market. The materials are simple and easy to refine.

When Yaowanggu’s brothers and sisters are short of money, they will refine some and sell them to earn some spiritual flowers.

Song Qingshi listened to these powerful drug names that he had never heard before, and his whole body was not good. He felt that his self-confidence had been greatly affected...

"Don't be aggressive," Song Jincheng was so sad that he almost cried, a little softhearted, "We Yaowanggu has the rules of practicing medicine and saving the world, and you are my first patient again... Forget it, I have eaten all medicine. , You can just keep it on credit. You can pay it back later if you have money, and pay it back slowly. Anyway, my family is not poor. My parents will give me money. This time the exam is too bad, I didn't dare to ask for money..."

Song Qingshi was moved and said: "You are so kind, I will study with you in the future."

In the future, he will be better for the scumbags, with twenty papers a day, and develop him into a scholastic tyrant, so that he can live up to his kindness.

Song Jincheng thought he was innocent and funny, and answered casually: "Well, well, you will be admitted to Yaowanggu first."

The two continued to sort out the pile of clutter. Song Jincheng found a strange book with neat handwriting. Turning over two pages, it seemed to record someone’s life habits, including favorite foods, favorite colors, and favorite things. There is still a birthday... he handed over the notebook and asked happily, "Isn't this the object of your crush?"

Song Qingshi took the notebook, glanced at it, and was stunned.

The red shadow appeared in his mind again, and he felt like he was almost out of breath, as if he had been dug a piece in his heart, it was more sad than the explosion of alchemy, and more painful than the complete destruction of a white mouse, and he couldn't make up for it. ...

Tears rolled in his eyes and fell uncontrollably.

Song Jincheng was frightened. He didn't know what strange sad point he had poked: "Are you okay?"

Song Qingshi felt that he had lost his temper. He resisted the sadness, wiped away his tears, and said with certainty: "It's the person I like, but I can't remember it."

Song Jincheng asked: "Is the name written in the notebook?"

Song Qingshi shook his head: "No, I wrote the characteristics and living habits, but..."

"You are a fan of the authorities, I will analyze it for you from the perspective of an outsider." Song Jincheng is an enthusiastic person. He took the book again and turned it over. "Look, it says that it is good at cooking, cooking is delicious, and making desserts more. It's delicious, the sorbet made is the best...Do you like desserts?"

Song Qingshi looked at him expectantly: "Yes! I like desserts, especially sorbets."

Song Jincheng envied: "If this person is not a cook, then he likes you very much, so he will often do what you like to eat."

Song Qingshi felt that what he said was very pleasant to hear, and his sadness faded a lot.

Song Jincheng confirmed again: "Not your mother, right?"

Song Qingshi shook his head: "I have no relatives in this world."

"It's too pitiful," Song Jincheng patted his head sympathetically, expressing consolation, and continued to analyze, "It is written in the book that this person is smart and beautiful, kind and lovely, considerate and gentle... He likes white and red, and his body is a little weak, and his stomach is weak. Great, like practicing swordsmanship, pharmacy, reading, studying...Let me think about..."

He was lost in thought, then his expression gradually distorted.

Song Qingshi looked at him expectantly, waiting for the answer.

"Why are you so lucky?!" Song Jincheng looked at the figure outlined in his mind, and then became completely jealous. He grabbed Song Qingshi crazy and said, "This must be a beautiful and kind girl! Gentle and virtuous, lovely, and still Cooking! God! This is the goddess of my dreams! You say! How did you hook up such a good girl?! You teach me!"

Song Qingshi was shaken silly by him: "Girl?"

He is not very sure of his orientation, he feels that as long as he likes it...

Song Jincheng continued to analyze: "Look, here is the point that this person is sensitive and needs to take care of his emotions. How can he not look like a careless man?"

Song Qingshi concluded: "So, what I like is a sentimental girl?"

"No, it's a goddess," Song Jincheng affirmed, "Look at your jumbled mood in the blank page. Adjectives such as virtuous, beautiful, and charming are not always used to describe men? And you have written it many times. It's beautiful...how beautiful is it?"

Song Qingshi tried hard to think about the red shadow in his mind, "Probably...beautiful?"

"Bringing bragging, where will Qing Guo Qingcheng get you?" Song Jincheng felt that he was shameless, and he cursed a few words, still very envious, he looked up and down the fool: "I think you look pretty good, but The body is very thin...it doesn't look like the type that is popular with girls. Why can a guy like you catch up with a girlfriend, I am so tall and handsome, but still single?"

Song Qingshi thought about it: "I am more active."

Song Jincheng didn't understand: "Take the initiative?"

Song Qingshi expertly educates: "When you meet someone you like, you must take the initiative to confess, hand in all your property, give more gifts, and be obedient, let you go east, let you kneel and rub on the washboard. Clothes board...what the wife said is right, and what the wife said is wrong, please refer to the previous one."

This was taught by his father in modern society, and both his mother and sister were right.

He knew that he had low EQ and was not good at expressing his mind, so he decided to meet someone he liked and follow these methods.

This booklet proves that his method of chasing people is feasible.

Song Jincheng entangled: "What about the face of a man?"

Song Qingshi asked earnestly: "Girlfriend and face, which one do you want?"

Song Jincheng patted him on the shoulder, and sighed, "Man, I found that you still have a lot of depth."

Song Qingshi said seriously: "Although I don't remember who this girl is, I want to find her back."

"Wait," Song Jincheng suddenly thought of something, "You said you have no relatives and are not very good at making money, but someone gives you a lot of money..."

Song Qingshi nodded.

Song Jincheng became even more jealous: "Aren't you the little white face that was raised by a woman?"

Song Qingshi’s face turned black for an instant. He wanted to argue but couldn’t find an argument. He became angry with a pufferfish and was speechless. After a long time, he was a bit suspicious that the other party was right. He could not make any money. The waste of the woman's care is so sad that she decides to work hard, work hard, make money, and not let the beloved woman be wronged...

Song Jincheng opened the window and looked out the window. He felt a sense of melancholy inconsistent with his age. He sighed, "This world is really unfair."

Crazy bird calls came from outside the window.

He felt that these days, the birds were going crazy, flying everywhere, calling everywhere, as if they were looking for something.

"It's so noisy." He closed the window irritably, and complained, "It's not spring. What spring will happen?"

Song Qingshi agreed: "It's a bit noisy."