Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 88 Demolition flaws

Song Jincheng wanted to call for help, but Feng Jun pinched a law decision, and his throat was speechless.

He realized that Feng Jun hadn’t dealt with Song Qingshi yet, and tried to compare his hands, trying to tell him the truth about the monster cannibalism before he died.

Song Qingshi pondered for a long time and understood: “Are you hungry? Want me to eat with you?”

Song Jincheng was so angry that tears came out, and he wanted to kill the fool.

“In Qing Dynasty, you didn’t rest well last night, so let’s go to bed again,” Feng Jun put on her gauze gloves, walked in slowly, and smiled, “It just so happens that Xiaobai is hungry too. I will take them outside to find food.”

When the white dragon next to him heard the words, he rushed over and grabbed Song Jincheng’s arm, stuck his tongue out, and said coquettishly: “I’m hungry.”

What food does the giant snake eat when it’s hungry?

Song Jincheng looked at the bifurcated tongue again with the innocent pair of golden vertical pupils in horror, almost dizzy. He couldn’t resist the terrifying power coming from his arm, and was dragged out of the gate and thrown into the wood shed amidst Song Qingshi’s blessing of “eat good and full”. Then he watched Feng Jun fall into the barrier in the firewood room, isolating the entire world.

He remembered Yaowanggu’s teachings and decided to be generous and die like a hero.

Feng Jun lit a strange incense.

Song Jincheng smelled a strange smell, his eyes turned black, and he fainted. When he woke up, he had been locked up in the dungeon. There was nothing but a mountain of books and papers in it… Mr. Yue appeared in front of him, saying that he had made too many mistakes and was sent back to Yaowanggu, where he was locked up for reflection. , You must carry all the medicine books before you are allowed to go out.

He memorized ten years of books and made ten years of papers, and all his hair fell out, but he still couldn’t recite…

Song Jincheng held his head and burst into tears, crying so much that his dreams were broken.

When he woke up, Feng Jun stood in front of him, with the giant snake entrenched by his side. The huge body filled the whole wood house. Lantern-like eyes stared at him, and two sharp fangs appeared in the big mouth of the blood basin. , The long letter almost swept Song Jincheng’s face.

Song Jincheng touched his head first and confirmed that the hair was still there.

Feng Jun picked up the second dream-weaving incense again, ready to light…

Song Jincheng knelt down without hesitation: “I was wrong! As long as I don’t study, you can let me do anything!”

Even if he is eaten by the giant snake, he shouldn’t go back to the dungeon to endorse.

Feng Jun played the weaving dream incense for so long, and had never seen such a useless guy. The three-year nightmare that he originally wove was dragged by him for ten years and couldn’t end, and finally he forcibly woke up. He looked at this rare research material interestingly, considering whether to try another ten-year nightmare and a hundred-year nightmare.

The giant snake felt that the chaifang was too small, and changed back into a human form, obediently squatting at Feng Jun’s feet.

Song Jincheng suddenly remembered the book he was peeking with his parents on his back: There is a snake and monster pet under the command of the immortal king… It has practiced for thousands of years, is huge in size, and has a cruel temperament. Biyunhu, with great achievements. Some monks have seen it before. It is said that it is a white giant snake that can become a child and trick the enemy into taking the bait. It is very similar to the one in front of him.

The terrifying giant snake treats Feng Jun respectfully and obeys his words.

So, what is Fengjun’s true identity?

It is said that there are thousands of incarnations of the gods of the immortal summit in the world?

Song Jincheng thought of terrible things uncontrollably, and his legs became weak. For thousands of years, all the schools that have offended the immortal summit have been destroyed, and any stupid language behavior may give Wanggu a crisis of extinction. He thought about his parents, teachers, and classmates in Yazhong. He was so afraid that he couldn’t shed tears. He regretted why he cared about Song Qingshi’s attention to such a trivial matter by the male monster?

It’s just groggy!

Masters, I’ll pass as soon as I close my eyes. What are you afraid of?

He turned around and persuaded Song Qingshi to follow.

Song Jincheng dogleg said: “I found that Qing Shi likes Feng Jun. You must be the one he is thinking of.”

Feng Jun raised his eyebrows slightly.

“When I found Qingshi, he lost part of his memory, but he remembered that there was a person he liked very much, and he wrote it in the notebook. I cherish it very much and want to find her.” Song Jincheng was determined to sacrifice his friend to change the life of Wanggu. The bamboo basket poured beans and explained all the details recorded in the book, strongly suggesting that Feng Jun would pretend to be a goddess, so that Song Qingshi would die on the bed happily. “That person likes red and white, he likes to practice swords, make medicine, and read books. I like to collect beautiful stones and gems. My birthday seems to be in February…”

Feng Jun was stunned: “February 14?”

Song Jincheng: “Yes!”

Feng Jun remained silent for a while, and motioned to Gao Long to educate this idiot, so that he must learn to be sensible and obedient, then withdrew from the barrier, turned and left the wood house.

…

Song Qingshi spent most of the night and slept drowsily. He felt that something warm and fragrant had gotten into the quilt. He just hugged it up, got into his arms and held it tightly, as if he was afraid of losing. .

It turned out that what he was looking for was not the object of the task, but himself…

Feng Jun stared at the person in his arms closely.

Every time he looks at Zhao Ye’s memory, he will be painful. In those so-called missions to save the tragic protagonist, Zhao Ye will always do everything possible to treat the protagonist well, be dedicated, gentle, strong, caring, and speak sweet words for The protagonist Suo does everything, even being injured for the protagonist, and is dying… Every protagonist Suo will fall in love with Zhao Ye with all his heart, dedicate his body and mind to become his person. However, after changing the world, Zhao Ye would cleanse his feelings, accept new tasks, accept the new protagonist, and repeat the same redemption and the same love story.

Is this rescue, or is it a joke?

He was unstoppably angry and terrified.

Feng Jun quietly stretched out his hand and placed it on Song Qingshi’s chest, feeling the beating inside. When he hated it most, he thought more than once that if Song Qingshi did what he did to the new task target, he would poke his heart away, make his body a puppet, hide his soul, and stay with him forever, so that he would never Hearing him speak sweet words to others will never see him being gentle to others.

This is a serious illness, and it will hurt the person you like…

He is struggling to control, and there are some things that he can’t do even if he died.

Fortunately, Song Qingshi never let him down.

The remaining hatred and tangled grudges, like the breeze blowing through the morning mist, all dispersed, revealing the clear sky.

Feng Jun couldn’t help laughing, and countless blood king vines stretched out from all directions, entangled Song Qing, wrapped him in his arms and kissed him. Song Qingshi opened his eyes and saw Feng Jun’s brilliant smile. He was so confused that he knew what the princes of the beacon show in history were, and what is the story of the king’s coming soon…

Although these red vines are very strange, although the hands and feet are a little tight and unable to move, some of the vines still burrow into the clothes and wrap around the waist, making it itchy.

As long as Feng Jun is happy!

Feng Jun licked his earlobe and asked, “Can you show me your mustard bag?”

Song Qingshi obediently handed over the mustard bag: “I will give it to you.”

Finances must be handed over to the person they like, and he can take the pocket money.

Feng Jun took his mustard seed bag and flipped it for a long time, finally found the book under the pile of spirit stones, turned a few pages, and asked with a smile: “Jincheng said there are people you like written here? Tell me, he who is it?”

Song Qingshi was awake, and he wanted to get the notebook back, but he was entangled and couldn’t move.

He encountered the proposition again! If you don’t answer well, you will be beaten, and you will be dumped!

Song Qingshi decisively: “It’s you!”

Feng Jun raised up the book and asked: “Since you know it is me, do you know if it is a man or a woman?”

Song Qingshi is cute: “Men.”

Feng Jun picked up his chin and pretended to be angry: “How did you know?”

“Look at the pelvis,” Song Qingshi quickly explained: “I have dissected many general teachers and studied the skeleton structure of men, women and children. Male pelvis is long and tall, while female pelvis is wide and short. The physiological structure affects walking posture. When men walk, The pelvis seldom exercises, and women move the pelvis when they walk.”

At first he was confused by beauty and encountered giant snakes, so he didn’t think much about it. When he arrived at the inn, he felt that his body was not the right shape. After a little thought, he would understand. After all, there are many women’s ladies in modern society.

Feng Jun was sluggish for a moment, the medical students’ observation angle was too strange, they were all points he could not think of. After a while, he asked, “Why don’t you break me down?”

Song Qingshi’s grievance: “This is your hobby, and it’s not easy to dismantle.”

Although it’s a bit strange, everyone has their own hobbies. Just like he likes to study corpses and organs, it’s also weird in the eyes of others. Since Feng Jun likes to wear women’s clothes, and they wear beautiful and pleasing clothes, he also It’s not an old antique who refuses new things. There is no need to dismantle it, right?

Song Qingshi patted his chest to show his loyalty: “I can accept women’s clothing! It’s beautiful! I like it! You can wear it whatever you want!”

Feng Jun looked at him and felt heartbroken.

Song Qingshi continued to boast: “Although I am a little surprised to find that he likes men, Feng Jun is relatively petite. I feel very stress-free and easy to adapt.”

Feng Jun felt even more congested: “You don’t like tall ones?”

Although his original body is perfect, it is taller and stronger than the more Wuhuan he was back then…

Song Qingshi has always disliked his thin body and favored others. Feng Jun may be more mindful of his body shape, so he continued to show his loyalty to the subject: “Relax, I don’t like tall and strong men, I just like your gentle and lovely body.”

Feng Jun thought for a long time, and asked carefully: “Are you afraid that you can’t bear it?”

Song Qingshi was certain: “Yes, I can’t stand it.”

His face is too tender, standing next to a tall and mature man, he may be treated as a child and hurt his self-esteem.

Feng Jun’s heart was almost full, he temporarily gave up and turned back to his true body, first kept the juvenile body shape, and waited for him to adapt. Anyway, if you have confidence in beauty, it doesn’t matter if you have men’s or women’s clothing, as long as Song Qingshi likes it, you can wear it in a mixed style.

Song Qingshi agreed to go to Tianwumen, and it would not work if he didn’t let him finish the matter.

“I’m already in front of you, this book doesn’t need to be kept,” Feng Jun thought for a while, and took away the book with Yue Wuhuan’s past. He wanted to tear it up, but when he looked at Song Qing’s expression of reluctance, he took away the book with Yue Wuhuan’s past. Put the book into his mustard bag, then handed him a blank new book, smiled, “Since we are different from the past, you can write it again.”

Although his heart is very moved, but the memory related to Yue Wuhuan, he has to deal with all of them before he feels relieved…

Song Qingshi thought for a while and agreed.

He wrote seriously in the notebook: I like women’s clothing.

Feng Jun: “…”