Mistakenly Saving the Villain

The eyes of the entire inn were focused on them.

Song Qingshi subconsciously wanted to deny that he had a child, but the child looked so much like him... the skin color, face shape, hair and nose were exactly the same, and his eyes and mouth looked like Fengjun. From a genetics point of view, no one believes that it is not his baby to take it out...

Feng Jun sighed. He took the immortal summit as an enemy to the entire world of immortality, cleansing the filth, and venting his resentment with slaughter. He does not dare to guarantee that he will be successful, but it is highly probable that Song Qingshi will return to this world, and he may change his body. Opteron is a spirit snake, and his identity is recognized by his sense of smell and soul, so he has cultivated Opteron into a big dragon. Demon, leave it to Song Qingshi as amulets.

Hao Long was loyal to Song Qingshi, and his thoughts were pure. There was no big problem in the first place...

He let the snake stay on the top of the immortal, and planned to hand it over to Song Qingshi as a demon pet in some time. However, things that are too stupid are not controlled. Just like Song Jincheng, they often have magical thoughts and go magical. the way……

This broken snake dared to call him "mother"?

He actually wanted to take advantage of the trend to finalize the identity of the Taoist priest, stamp the Taoist priest, and drag the person back to the nest.

However, how should he explain to Song Qingshi who gave birth to the "son" after the identity of the man was revealed on the bed?

Feng Jun put on the gauze gloves again, wanting to have a heart-to-heart talk with this stupid snake.

White Dragon noticed the crisis, and screamed desperately without letting go of his thigh while holding Song Qing tightly. However, it was under a forbidden curse, unable to say the three words "Yue Wuhuan", and didn't know the name of this incarnation, opened its mouth several times and couldn't say anything, but kept crying: "Daddy help! "

Others talked a lot, accusing this of being irresponsible to the parents.

Song Qingshi was lost in thought...

Song Jincheng cautiously said: "Could it be that Feng Jun is the person you are looking for? Do you even have babies?"

Feng Jun stopped and looked at Song Qingshi.

Song Qingshi calmed down and looked at Fengjun's face and figure carefully, then stretched out his hand, and gently touched the gorgeous facial features, and the tearful mole under his left eye...The dark golden pupils were only his shadow, with traces. The complex emotions that silk can't tell. He felt his head hurt again, some obstacles prevented him from thinking further...

This symptom of localized amnesia is very interesting.

Memory is resisting something, doesn't it mean that such a thing once existed in memory?

Is this trying to cover up?

Song Qingshi thought for a long time and laughed. He picked up the white dragon and put it on his lap to tease: "I can't remember the past, maybe he is really my son. If no one comes to claim it, just stay, maybe He can help me slowly recover my memory. Kid, what's your name?"

Opteron succeeded in acknowledging the Lord, so happy he couldn't find Bei, and said crisply, "Xiao Bai!"

Feng Jun was stunned.

Song Qingshi asked again: "Is Feng Jun really your mother?"

Opteron firmly said: "Yes!"

It doesn't care if Yue Wuhuan's incarnation is a male or female, all are mothers! Anyway, there is a father, he will never be killed by a bear!

Feng Jun looked at Hao Long, took a deep breath, and tried to control his emotions. He has been more tolerant of this stupid snake these years, also because of this pleasing face, which has a relatively clean temperament. Looking from a distance, it is a bit like when Song Qing was a child. Let him talk for comfort.

Back then, Song Qing left without saying goodbye. There were too few things to miss... He drew countless portraits in private, and made many moving images with magic symbols, and placed them in the Wutong Terrace, but what about the lifeless things? It's all wrong. He felt that these things had tainted Song Qingshi's existence and gradually destroyed, and he didn't want to use fake things to remember.

He forced himself to leave behind all the things Song Qing liked, including Yaowanggu, Peach Blossom Forest, laboratory, library, Qingluan, Minghong, Opteron, etc...

Later, these things slowly changed.

The building was weathered and decayed in time. With the repairs, all traces were finally erased. The Peach Blossom Forest was burned down when the trash counterattacked and attacked the Valley of the King of Medicine. He and the people he knew in Song Qing passed away one by one, Xiu In order to break through the distraction, there is not much left until now.

Song Qingshi once said that to live is hope, so please don't destroy the whole world.

He did everything.

However, Song Qingshi returned with a mission after all, to save others...

He can only force himself to accept it.

I hate it, hate heaven, hate the system, hate everything in the world...

When he looked at Song Qing, he bit his finger fiercely and suppressed all his desires. He wanted to be crazy, not crazy.

Song Qingshi pulled his finger out of his mouth: "Don't bite, you will get hurt."

"I'm gaffe," Feng Jun laughed and teased Hao Long, "Although I can't remember, this child is so cute."

He felt that he had too many worries before being led into the ditch by these idiots, and let them make a fuss first to see what Song Qingshi's intentions were. If he can't get the answer he wants, he will execute the final plan to destroy this nasty world, kill all living beings, eliminate all correct and wrong answers, and lock Song Qingshi's soul in the knot that the system can't touch. In the world, he can only be chosen alone.

Therefore, he will never fail.

In his increasingly gentle smile, Opteron felt the crisis and stiffened.

Feng Jun leaned to his ear and asked softly, "Are you going to eat mice or carrion?"

"Mouse," Opteron just finished speaking, feeling wrong, immediately retracted the answer, and answered happily, "No, Xiao Bai wants to eat meat..."

Feng Jun picked up the vegetables on the table, using the most loving expression and toughest movements, put it into his mouth bit by bit: "Children don't be picky eaters."

Song Qingshi nodded and said: "Yes."

Opteron did not dare to resist, tears almost came out of his eyes.

...

It was getting dark, Song Jincheng said that he was exhausted from being chased by a snake and went to rest early.

Feng Jun said that the children slept with the "mother", and ignoring Gao Long's objection, dragged it back to his room. Opteron tried to ask for help, but Song Qingshi read the book while telling it: "There is no dad in this world who dare not listen to the mother, you can go with peace of mind."

Two loud noises came from Fengjun's room, and the soundproof barrier fell, and there was no more movement.

Song Qingshi was lying on the Luohan chair, holding the script in his hand, but thinking about the contents of the notebook in his mind, and had not turned the page for a long time.

Feng Jun came in with a saucer of sorbet and placed it on the short table. He found that Song Qingshi was reading a book and not paying attention to things around him, so he sat on the opposite side and looked at it presumptuously... After so many years, he still likes this person very much. , Eyes, nose, mouth, body, skin, personality, and even every strand of hair likes...

There was a smirk on the corner of his mouth, he quietly took off his clogs, stretched out his bare feet from under the red gauze skirt, and quietly hooked up the opponent's calf, and slowly climbed up with his dexterous toes, as light as a butterfly falling. When he climbed to the base of his thigh, when he saw that he hadn't noticed, he was a little angry, so he squeezed it slightly, then quickly retracted and sat down dignified.

Song Qingshi had a pain, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Feng Jun didn’t know when he was sitting on the opposite side. The long hair he had just washed was not completely dry, and he draped it on his shoulders, almost reaching the ankles. He looked at his weak figure but he was obviously not dressed. The fitted red brocade robe, wide robe with large sleeves, loose, casually tied with a belt, outlines long legs and slender waist...but the expression is very dignified, with a bit of nobleness in his eyes, as if he had just done something bad. The man is not him.

It’s a bit cold, and it’s uncomfortable to wear too little.

Song Qingshi decisively put him in a white robe, which was tightly wrapped so that he was not allowed to expose it at all. Then he grabbed the sorbet, tasted it, froze for a moment again for his taste memory, and then boasted: "True good to eat."

Feng Jun didn't expect him to understand customs so easily. He leaned on the table and asked with a smile, "Daddy should listen to motherhood? Do you listen to me?"

Waves of autumn sentiment stirred up the heartstrings.

Song Qingshi was so distraught that he couldn't help but said, "Listen..."

Feng Jun approached slowly, the robe that had just been wrapped, fell halfway again somehow, he whispered in his ear and asked, "How do you listen?"

Song Qingshi felt that his breath was familiar sweetness, so sweet that he was a little dizzy: "How do you listen?"

As soon as the voice fell, the earlobe was lightly licked by the tip of the tongue.

Song Qingshi couldn't help letting out a comfortable low groan. He didn't know that his ears were so sensitive, which caused a strange reaction all over his body.

He was a little afraid of this feeling, and wanted to shrink back, but his hands were tightly grasped.

Feng Jun's strength was so great that he hugged him into his arms, unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, the entire earlobe was contained in the warm lips, playing dexterously, itching intolerably...

Song Qingshi almost cried when he played with him. Tears rolled in his eyes. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he refused to say it.

Feng Jun finally let go of his earlobe, took the hand where he had just grabbed the sorbet, and admired it for a while, sniffed the good smell of medicine on it, then checked his fingers one by one, and asked softly: "Why don't you let the mysterious fire burn me? "

Song Qingshi was relieved, and he was relieved: "You will be burned, I don't want to hurt you."

Feng Jun smiled and whispered: "You have sorbet crumbs on your fingers, I'll take care of it for you."

Song Qingshi thought he was going to wipe with a handkerchief and handed it obediently. He didn't expect that he put the tip of his finger into his mouth, and swept every inch of his skin with a moist breath, tasting the sweetness remaining on it, in his phoenix eyes. But it is an unspeakable desire, as if tasting something more interesting, and it makes people think about it. Song Qingshi was shocked and tried to withdraw his hand. However, there is only the foundation and cultivation base. The little cultivator who has never refined his body cannot resist at all when he is unwilling to use the double fire in his body. His slight resistance is more like a desire to refuse and welcome, which will only arouse cruel and fierce birds. interest.

The fingers were clasped tightly and pressed on the back of the chair without rejection.

Feng Jun approached his face, exhaling breath almost close to his lips, less than half an inch away, summing up: "You are delicious."

Song Qingshi thought for a while and asked, "Fengjun, when is your birthday?"

Feng Jun was stunned, and replied puzzledly: "February 14th."

The greedy kiss was overwhelmed, prying open the teeth forcefully, looking for more delicious food.

Song Qingshi gave up the struggle and tried to endure everything. As the familiar feeling came, he gradually relaxed, began to obey, and enjoyed this sweet kiss.