The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Hearing this, Luo Qingwan actually stopped and stood there.

Mo Jiu was stunned, and suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart. Deep in his heart, he actually wanted Luo Qingwan to be close to him?

He shook his head slightly, gritted his teeth, and said hoarsely: "What do you want to do?"

Mo Jiu now just wants Luo Qingwan to leave here quickly.

The strong feminine scent lingered in his nose. If he continued, he would really be unable to hold on...

Luo Qingwan said: "This disciple's cultivation is stable and he can continue to make alchemy."

"Then you...just go." Mo Jiu said four words with difficulty, quickly closed his eyes, and silently recited the Qingxin Jue to suppress the heat in his body.

However, this hotness has existed since a month ago, and it has not been eradicated until now. The desire and fire have been integrated into the bone marrow, and a feeling called 'restlessness' is emerging everywhere in the limbs and bones. How can it be

Is this how to suppress it?

It is not an exaggeration to say that his entire body is an alchemy furnace. There is a furnace fire burning inside, but it is not refining the elixir. Instead, it is constantly burning the furnace wall. No matter how strong the alchemy furnace is, if it continues to be 'dry-burned' like this, it will

It will explode one day.

Luo Qingwan narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling that Mo Jiu was already very close to the 'explosion furnace'.

She slowly made a fist with her right hand.

The next moment, Mo Jiu opened his eyes suddenly and felt as if he was burning. The temperature of his whole body was so hot that it was indescribable. His face was burning red, and sweat dripped from his fair cheeks.

It slipped and landed on the pancake-covered bed, smashing out a pure white ice point.

He stood up suddenly and arrived in front of Luo Qingwan in the blink of an eye. The latter had a smile in her eyes but said in a panic: "Master, what do you want to do?"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Jiu's misty eyes showed a trace of clarity. She turned her head with difficulty and slapped Luo Qingwan: "Quickly... go."

However, his palm was weak and only wrinkled Luo Qingwan's clothes, without even moving her body forward.

Luo Qingwan lowered her eyes slightly. Now that she has reached this point, can Master still persist?

Then why on that particular day did his rationality collapse so easily and he fell on her bed, losing his innocence?

Are you already in love with Long E, or are you facing her and unable to let go of your so-called dignity and ethics in the face of such a master-disciple relationship?

Then I want to see the Master's dignity being trampled on even more.

It must be beautiful...

Luo Qingwan smiled, and suddenly took a step forward. Mo Jiu's body, which was still struggling on the spot, fell into her arms. She put her hands around his water-like waist, and she could feel it through the Taoist robe.

The burning and scorching heat of the skin underneath is no longer a cold snow mountain, but more like a volcano that seems to be about to erupt at any time. Holding it in this ice and snow is still somewhat comfortable.

Just when she fell into Luo Qingwan's arms, Mo Jiu completely lost her last trace of reason, and the string in her mind broke. She almost kept rubbing into Luo Qingwan's arms, just like a person on fire who touched a piece of ice, even if he suffered frostbite.

The skin will not stick to it regardless of the cost.

However, Luo Qingwan is not an ice cube, but a living person.

She moaned softly as Mo Jiu kept rubbing him like this. He had endured it for a full month, so why not her?

The tip of Luo Qingwan's nose twitched slightly as she smelled the scent of Mo Jiu. The distant cold smell finally dissipated and was replaced by an alluring fragrance, just like those disciples of He Huan Tao.

It should be the smell of Mo Jiu's sweat, but ascetics are clean and dirt-free, even the smell of sweat is fragrant.

Moreover, she also smelled her breath from Mo Jiu...

Just as she thought, Master was really infected with her scent.

"This is better called 'melting into one' than eating you, Master..." Luo Qingwan smiled lightly in Mo Jiu's ear, and a stream of heat hit her crimson ear beads, as if she was electrocuted.

, she clearly felt the trembling of the person in her arms.

She could just ask for Mo Jiu right now. After all, he was the one who took the initiative to come to her first, and she was afraid that he would not recognize her afterward.

In this case, the master must be awake and take the initiative.

Luo Qingwan concentrated her energy and slightly suppressed the demonic energy in Mo Jiu's body. He woke up again, blinking his misty eyes, and it took him a moment to realize what was going on at the moment.

His heart trembled suddenly, and he immediately wanted to get up, but his body was limp and without any strength at all. He put his hands on Luo Qingwan's chest and pushed her away. He didn't push, it was more like he was trying to resist in return.

Deliberately seduce people.

Mo Jiu's eyes were full of shame and anger, and falling into the arms of the opposite sex made him want to kill this person with his sword on the spot.

But Luo Qingwan is his disciple and cannot do this.

In other words, it was because she was his disciple and their relationship made him even more embarrassed and angry, and his Taoist heart was trembling.

"You...send me to the bedside." Mo Jiu's voice sounded like a mosquito.

Luo Qingwan had already retracted her hands around his waist, and her voice was frightened and trembling: "Disciple is afraid of offending the master."

Hearing this, Mo Jiu was angry for a while. The anger surged up, and the rationality that he finally regained almost disappeared again. He took a deep breath: "It's just a support, it's not... an offense."

"good."

After receiving the order, Luo Qingwan dared to stretch out her hands, gently put her hands on Mo Jiu's shoulders and arms, and led him towards the bed.

But secretly, the suppression of the demonic energy was cancelled, allowing the demonic energy to become restless again.

This restlessness, plus a touch, finally broke down Mo Jiu, turned around suddenly and hugged Luo Qingwan's neck. She said in a panic: "Master, wake up!" There was a joking smile in her eyes.

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The next moment, Mo Jiu hugged Luo Qingwan tightly and kissed her lips.

The tall, spotless man in white finally fell completely from the edge of the cliff and fell into the abyss!

Luo Qingwan couldn't bear it anymore, she held Mo Jiu in both hands and rolled directly onto the bed. There was desire, ruthlessness and indifference in her eyes, making her look particularly enchanting.

"The beauty is so proactive, let me take a closer look at her skills." Luo Qingwan chuckled, knowing that Mo Jiu was unconscious and could not hear her words at the moment. In her words, she clearly thought that he was a servant of Israel.

man of.

Mo Jiu didn't react at all. He half-opened his eyes with spring in his eyes. His lips were always on Luo Qingwan's mouth, not wanting to let go at all. His hands were still carelessly rubbing her body, as if he wanted to untie her.

The clothes are not the right way at all. The more charming she is, the more watery her eyes are, and she almost feels like she is going to cry in the next moment.

Seeing Mo Jiu like this, Luo Qingwan couldn't restrain herself anymore, her eyes flashed, she turned over and pushed him down, and the thin ice on the bed shattered with a "click".

In the cold wind and snow, there is warmth...