The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

When everything was over, the pupils in Mo Jiu's eyes were dilated, her lips were wide open, and she let out a hoarse and weak moan. She almost forgot who she was.

Everywhere in his body was in severe pain, his flesh and blood were spasming, and his bones were trembling. He wished he could pass out immediately. But even if his consciousness was blurred, he still retained a trace of consciousness, feeling the feeling of something and nothing.

of pain.

The pain Mo Jiu felt at this moment was probably only three to four tenths of the real pain. He could hardly bear it anymore. His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water. His whole body was covered in sweat, and his face was as pale as a dead person.

This was not due to the erysipelas remaining in his body taking effect, but the result of the complete destruction of Daoji. All his cultivation was taken away by Luo Qingwan. He was no longer a cultivator and became an ordinary mortal again.

That is to say, Mo Jiu is not very sober now. If he is clearly aware of his state, he is afraid that his Taoist heart will also collapse.

To be precise, it is not called Taoist heart now, but his mentality. All the efforts made in the past hundred years have come to nothing at this moment. I am afraid that no one can accept this fact.

Luo Qingwan slowly stood up from Mo Jiu and stared down at his body that was constantly convulsing slightly. There was no trace of distress in her eyes, only ferocity and cruelty like a monster, and her purple-red pupils glowed with a monster light.

Finally, she waved her hand and Mo Jiu passed out as she wished.

Luo Qingwan turned her head to look at the alchemy furnace. She didn't even look at what kind of elixir was being refined in it, and without any movement of her hands, she turned the alchemy furnace into ashes.

Her current cultivation level, after completely absorbing Mo Jiu's origin, has reached the middle stage of this realm. Although there is still a gap between her and Long'e, she is confident that she will never be as helpless as she was last time.

If Long E really dares to come here, she will definitely make her never come back.

Luo Qingwan clenched her hands, feeling the power flowing and surging through her body, but there was no trace of joy on her face.

After all, the master did not love her, but he only wanted to live forever and still wanted to use her as a material for alchemy.

But the sad thing is that even at this point, she still couldn't bear to kill him, she was always... reluctant to let him go.

Luo Qingwan seemed to realize that she was really sick. If it had been anyone else, she would have killed Mo Jiu long ago. One person would pay for it with one life, and all cause and effect would end at this time.

But she couldn't do it. Maybe when she was thrown into the alchemy by Mo Jiu, and before she died, she deceived herself and others into thinking that this was a sign of 'Master loves me', her heart was already sick.

If that's the case, then she would rather stay like this forever.

Luo Qingwan picked Mo Jiu up from the ground, feeling how fragile he was at this moment. He was even weaker than ordinary mortals. As long as she moved her fingers a little, he would die easily.

Of course she would not kill Mo Jiu, but such a master really belonged to her completely.

She no longer had to worry about him trying to kill her at any time, nor did she have to worry about him trying to escape. Everything about him was in her control, life and death in the palm of her hand.

There was only one thing she could never get, and that was his love...

Luo Qingwan's eyes dimmed a little, but after thinking of something, she placed her palm on Mo Jiu's belly.

The bright, evil purple light suddenly flourished.

…

After a long time, Mo Jiu woke up and found that the chains on his hands had been untied at some point. The pain that had made him want to die before had also disappeared, except that there was still not a single strand of hair on his body.

A breeze blew by, and he couldn't help but shiver, shivering with cold.

Cold? Why does he feel cold? Even if he doesn't have any magic power, it's impossible for him to feel cold when the wind blows.

Mo Jiu's heart trembled inexplicably, and she wanted to look inside herself with a hint of panic, but found that she had lost the ability to 'look inside', and her soul's power of perception had gone somewhere.

But without the need for sensory exploration, he could clearly feel his own state. There was no trace of magic power in his body. It was not that the lamp was exhausted, but that even the foundation and origin of the Tao no longer existed, making him no different from a mortal.

Mo Jiu's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes were in a trance, and he suddenly felt like he was fainting. He staggered back a few steps and was about to fall to the ground. A pair of arms hugged him firmly.

"Master." Luo Qingwan's pretty face with a faint smile appeared in front of Mo Jiu.

His emotions immediately found a target for venting, his eyes became cold and full of hatred, and there was a hint of despair in his eyes.

It took him a full hundred years of cultivation to reach that level. However, before he could live happily for a few days, he directly became a mortal, and his hundred years of achievements were ruined in one day.

And all of this was done by his disciples.

Luo Qingwan noticed the despair in Mo Jiu's eyes. She originally thought he would collapse, but the result was that he was calmer than she imagined and didn't lose much of his composure.

He didn't even struggle in her arms, he just stared at her with hateful eyes and said hoarsely: "The thing I regret most in my life is accepting you as my disciple."

"It's late." Luo Qingwan actually didn't get angry at all, and the smile on her lips became even stronger.

Something bad happened in Mo Jiu's heart. Before she could do anything, she heard Luo Qingwan open her lips: "Master, say 'I love you'."

The next moment, Mo Jiu felt heat rising in her lower abdomen, her lips opened uncontrollably, and she spat out three harsh words: "I love you."

"Tenderly, more affectionately, say it again."

Mo Jiu's lips opened and closed, and her voice was indescribably soft and affectionate, as if Luo Qingwan was his favorite person: "I love you."

"I love you too." Luo Qingwan kissed Mo Jiu's lips.

Mo Jiu's pupils trembled as she understood what Luo Qingwan had done to him. She had complete control over his body and could control him at will. Even if she asked him to commit suicide immediately, he would probably not hesitate at all.

What did she take him to be...

Mo Jiu was so angry that his body trembled. He originally thought that losing his cultivation and becoming a mortal would be the most despairing thing for him, but the current situation made him even more angry and painful. He pressed his hands against Luo Qingwan's chest, frantically.

He was about to resist her, but the latter temporarily ended the kiss and said softly: "Kiss me."

"No!" Mo Jiu could still make a sound, and his tone was full of despair, but despite him trying his best to close his mouth, his lips still opened a little bit, and he offered his lips to Luo Qingwan.

Luo Qingwan just hugged him quietly, without any movement in her mouth. He took the initiative to tease, tease, and seduce her. However, he couldn't control this body, but he could still feel everything clearly, it was like a hook.

The men here usually treat women in such a mean and mean manner that it almost makes him collapse.

"Pfft!" Thinking like this, Mo Jiu felt a sudden pain in his heart, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth.

"Master!" Luo Qingwan's expression suddenly changed.