The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

The person who makes it impossible for him to enter the cultivation state easily, the person who makes him have nightmares every once in a while...

Why is it Luo Qingwan?

"This... this is impossible..." Mo Jiu's voice trembled. Even the fire could no longer be perfectly controlled. The flames suddenly rose, burning the pill embryo into ashes.

Luo Qingwan approached him step by step, with a calm smile on her face: "Are you surprised, Master?"

As she said that, she had taken advantage of Mo Jiu's daze to walk behind him and raised her hands to hug him. As a result, Mo Jiu came to his senses and subconsciously wanted to avoid him, but Luo Qingwan suddenly stepped forward and pulled him away.

He pressed hard on the hot alchemy furnace.

Mo Jiu had magical power to protect his body. This kind of temperature could not hurt him at all, but he lost the space to escape and was suppressed by Luo Qingwan, who hugged him forcefully.

In front of him was a burning alchemy furnace. Even with the protection of magic, he still felt a little hot, but there was a biting cold flowing in his body at the moment. His blood seemed to be frozen, and his whole body was ice-cold. He could not even struggle and fight.

The resistance was forgotten.

"Why..." Mo Jiu turned around and looked at Luo Qingwan absentmindedly.

He couldn't even care about the strong demonic aura in her body, and just asked her why in a daze.

During this period, he experienced unprecedented complex emotions, but it was rare that he did not feel disgusted, because these emotions made him happy, shy, and sweet, completely replacing those memories that he did not want to recall.

As a result, the cruel facts were now before his eyes, as if all his feelings during this period were shattered into pieces.

Luo Qingwan was the person who gave him several nightmares.

In other words, the words and feelings she said to herself were all false?

From the beginning, it was a plan and conspiracy.

Why do this...

Obviously I trust you so much and also... love you.

Why?

Hearing Mo Jiu's inquiry, Luo Qingwan chuckled, put one hand into Mo Jiu's Taoist robe, and tortured him: "I know Master loves me, but this time... I should change

I have come to love Master."

"Is this your love?" Mo Jiu's pupils trembled slightly, it was simply unbelievable.

Luo Qingwan didn't think there was anything strange about it. Didn't Master express his love to her in this way?

"Yeah." She chuckled.

Hearing this, Mo Jiu closed his eyes in pain. The beauty of this period was as short as a dream. In this case, he should wake up.

He opened his eyes, and the expression in them turned cold again, with a bit more of a sharp chill. He was about to activate his magic power to shake Luo Qingwan away. As a result, a hot heat suddenly appeared from his dantian. As the magic power circulated, a sensation spread instantly.

All over his body, he immediately returned to the state where he had suppressed his desire for a whole month.

Luo Qingwan smiled softly: "What do you want to do, Master?"

How could she not be wary of Mo Jiu's strength?

The demon blood that had long been integrated with Mo Jiu came into use at this time. With her improved cultivation, she was able to activate these demonic energies at will, making him instantly burn with desire.

As long as Mo Jiu activates his magic power, the heat and desire in his body will become more intense, even burning his consciousness.

There was a fire outside, and desire inside. Fire, Mo Jiu was like a refined elixir. His whole body was extremely hot, sweat flowed out of his skin almost instantly, and his eyes were blurred.

Luo Qingwan held him in her arms, took a deep breath, and felt the extremely strong fragrance. Her eyes flashed, and she actually opened her mouth and bit Mo Jiu's snow-white neck!

This bite didn't hurt Mo Jiu, but it was like a fuse, making his body more and more restless, and he let out a gentle moan from his lips.

"Master, it's so delicious. I really want to...eat you whole." Luo Qingwan smiled charmingly.

These words were so shocking that Mo Jiu regained some consciousness and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't call me Master."

Luo Qingwan's eyes suddenly condensed, as if she was stimulated, and she said loudly: "Why? Doesn't Master love me anymore?"

Mo Jiu was stunned, unable to react, and then realized that Luo Qingwan seemed to have a huge misunderstanding of feelings. Is this what she thought was love?

If he had known about it earlier, Mo Jiu would have patiently explained to Luo Qingwan carefully. Although he did not understand emotions, he at least knew that hurting others would not be the way to love.

But at this moment, he had been hurt by Luo Qingwan. Sadness, disappointment, anger, and hatred all came together, making him open his mouth with difficulty and gritted his teeth and said: "Who will love you? You evildoer!"

As soon as these words came out, Luo Qingwan stayed there, and then she laughed fiercely as if she was crazy: "Hahahaha, Master doesn't love me anymore, Master doesn't love me, you actually... don't love me!"

By the end, her voice had become ferocious, and she grabbed Mo Jiu's silver hair and screamed in his ear: "You clearly love me, you're lying!"

Mo Jiu tilted his head back in pain, but he couldn't even struggle. With his magic power unable to be used, his body was weaker than some normal mortals, and he was even less likely to be an opponent of Luo Qingwan with his cultivation.

Luo Qingwan went crazy for a while, then regained her composure, but the look in her eyes looked inexplicably strange.

"A cultivator should be frank. Master has actually learned to lie. It seems that disciples need to educate Master well."

After saying that, he pinched Mo Jiu's chin, pulled his head over, and kissed him domineeringly on his red lips. As soon as he moved forward, there was a stinging pain on the tip of his tongue, which made Luo Qingwan hurry up.

When he took it back, his mouth was filled with a strong fishy smell.

Luo Qingwan was bitten hard, but she didn't show any annoyance on her face. She just raised her hand and slapped Mo Jiu hard on the face, causing a stream of blood to flow from the corner of his mouth. She sneered, "Since Master doesn't want to, then...

Let’s keep it like this.”

She planned to take Mo Jiu back to the cave. She originally planned to drag his silver hair over, but looking at Mo Jiu's cold face, she hesitated and picked him up, walked all the way to the cave, and threw him on the bed.

superior.

Then, Luo Qingwan ignored Mo Jiu's weak struggle and clasped his hands tightly behind his back. Then she used his silver hair as a chain and wrapped it tightly around his wrist. As long as he moved his arm slightly, his scalp would

There will be a stabbing pain, and you want to break free. Unless you can endure the pain and pull out the hair by the roots, you can escape the restraint.

The legs did the same thing, bent back together, and the soft silver hair was wrapped around the skinny, delicate ankles.

After doing all this, Mo Jiu lay there with all his limbs raised high and tied behind his back, like a packaged item, giving people a strong desire to sadistically.