The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

"Master, just feel the burning desire here. I'll come back in a month and see if Master can still lie." Luo Qingwan gave Mo Jiu a cold look and turned to leave.

Go to the cave.

After she left, Mo Jiu controlled his luck to protect his mind, and the unbearable heat finally disappeared.

He tried to move his hands and feet, and felt a sting on his scalp. He immediately calmed down and did not dare to move anymore.

He gritted his teeth and hissed: "She can actually do this?"

He really hadn't thought about using his hair as a restraint. He thought Luo Qingwan would at least use a chain to trap him, but it turned out to be this kind of operation.

It's quite novel.

'Host, how dare she hit you!' The system clenched her little hand and was very angry, "Why does Luo Qingwan dare to hit you? Even someone as strong as Feng Jiuyou has never hit you!"

Can this also mention Feng Jiuyou?

Mo Jiu was a little helpless: "Then you help me scold her?"

The system was stunned when it heard the words. It didn't know how to curse, and those words were blocked by the Lord God.

But since the host wants it to scold...

The system put its hands on its hips and cursed: 'She... what kind of little tail is she!'

"Pfft! Ouch, hiss—" Mo Jiu couldn't help but burst out laughing. As a result, his hair was pulled, and the pain made him gasp again.

But even so, Mo Jiu was still lying there smiling, almost convulsing with laughter.

"This is so funny..." System's little face turned red.

"Hahahaha." Mo Jiu laughed heartlessly for a while, then finally weakened his smile and chuckled: "I didn't mean to laugh at you, I just think you are cute."

"Hmph." The system snorted softly. It was obviously a mockery, but it recognized it and ignored the host.

Mo Jiu was embarrassed by the system again, and suddenly felt that the 'system' that restricted his freedom was no longer so annoying.

‘Host, if you stay in this state for a month, will there really be no problem?’ The system said, ignoring Mo Jiu, but still a little worried about his physical condition.

Mo Jiu felt it: "If I don't care whether my body will be hurt, I will use all this luck to protect my consciousness, and there should be no problem if I can survive for a month."

This is equivalent to blocking the body's feelings. Can it be regarded as using the pain shielding card?

When Luo Qingwan had an attack before, he had already used his luck to protect his mind and weakened his body's sensations. Her slap didn't hurt at all.

‘That’s good.’ The system felt relieved and went to play the game.

Mo Jiu stared at the small figure in his mind, and his consciousness also appeared there: 'Come, I will teach you how to play.'

Then the system watched helplessly as the host pushed it aside and began to operate the characters in the game.

'That... host, I can beat it myself.'

'It's okay, I'll help you.'

The system is about to cry: 'What am I going to do after you pass the level!'

‘Watch me play.’ Mo Jiu concentrated on her words.

Just kidding, blocking feelings is blocking feelings. Could it be that he just lay there for this month, motionless?

Then Luo Qingwan didn't need to take action, and there was no need for follow-up plans. He could just suffocate it to death.

That's why he thought of entering the system space in his mind and playing games created by the system.

Then I looked at the system that was in tears.

Well, there's no fun in bullying a stupid system.

It was said to be a month, but it was not really a month. Only ten days later, Luo Qingwan returned to the cave again.

He saw Mo Jiu closing her eyes tightly, as if she had fallen into a coma, and her whole face was red.

Luo Qingwan walked over, reached out and touched Mo Jiu's face gently, and found that it was extremely hot. It was probably over fifty degrees. For a normal person, ten lives would be burned to death, but even a cultivator would be burned to death.

I can't withstand such a high temperature.

At this time, Mo Jiu opened her eyes slightly, but there was not even a trace of clarity in them. There was only a hazy mist that seemed to drip out of water at any time, and a touch of sadness.

"Master, are you still enjoying it?" Luo Qingwan listened.

Mo Jiu didn't respond for a long time. After a long time, he turned his head slightly and looked at her with a confused look in his eyes, and then there was a hint of desire and begging in his eyes.

He was almost in a state of confusion. He didn't even know who the person in front of him was. He just relied on instinct to feel that this person could help him escape from this sea of ​​torture.

Luo Qingwan couldn't help but feel a little softer when she looked at Mo Jiu's dazed and confused appearance, tortured by desire.

She stretched out her hand to untie Mo Jiu's silver hair, and his limbs suddenly fell down weakly. He had been in this position for ten days, and his blood supply had long been insufficient. That is to say, a monk would not die of necrosis, but it would be difficult for him to do so for a while.

Recover.

Luo Qingwan sat on the bed and held Mo Jiu in her arms. The hot and hot feeling made her body tremble slightly, and she looked down at his absent-minded eyes: "Master, are you still lying?"

When she didn't get an answer, Luo Qingwan also knew that her method seemed to be a bit too extreme. She suppressed all the demon blood in Mo Jiu's body, and then fed him a pill, and he finally regained some clarity.

Mo Jiu stared blankly at Luo Qingwan's face. She seemed to want to raise her hand, but couldn't do it at all. So she raised her upper body with difficulty and rubbed her head into her arms, longing for her.

breath.

There was a smile in Luo Qingwan's eyes, but her face was cold, and she said calmly: "Master, do you still love me now?"

"Love, I love you...please give it to me..." Mo Jiu murmured hoarsely, begging Luo Qingwan.

Anyone who sees his shameless appearance will probably be extremely shocked. Is this still the cold and pure iceberg and snow lotus that banishes immortals?

Seeing Mo Jiu who was tortured by desire and could even abandon her dignity, Luo Qingwan did not feel distressed. Instead, she felt unprecedented joy and satisfaction.

Such a master truly belongs to her alone and is only her property.

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Luo Qingwan chuckled, lowered her head and kissed her.

…

Luo Qingwan put down the unconscious Mo Jiu, unable to hide the smile on her face.

This can be said to be the most exhilarating experience. Mo Jiu, who has been tortured for so long, finally got a chance to vent his desire. It can be called crazy. Until the last moment, his eyes turned white and his body convulsed.

He kept asking for her.

Looking down at Mo Jiu, Luo Qingwan kissed him tenderly and tenderly, saying softly: "Master, how could you not love me?"

If you don't love her, how can you desire her so much?

He clearly loves her very much, but he just wants to lie and anger her once before he is happy.

What a disobedient master, she had to make him more well-behaved and honest.