The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

rogue?

Feng Jiuyou's expression suddenly froze.

Over these long years, many people have stared at her with anger, hatred, or fear, and then tremblingly uttered words like devil, cruelty, ruthlessness, and cold-blooded from their mouths.

She was completely indifferent to this, because these descriptions were very appropriate, so why should she refuse or even get angry about them?

But at this moment, Feng Jiuyou could not calm down.

first.

This is the first time someone has used these two words to describe her!

"Ha!" Feng Jiuyou was so angry that she laughed, her noble face showed a rare and charming charm, and her heart was no longer as calm and indifferent as before.

She immediately approached Mo Jiu, raised her hand and pinched his smooth shoulders, intending to ask him, "Do you know what a gangster is?", and then demonstrate it to him with her actions.

But when she saw Mo Jiu's suddenly tense body and the strong look of shock and panic on his face, she suddenly lost all her thoughts.

If she did this, she would really be recognized as a 'rogue'.

In the end, Feng Jiuyou had an ugly expression on his face, and his whole body turned into black mist and merged into Mo Jiu's body.

"ah!"

Mo Jiu let out a scream, looked down at her body in horror, and raised her hand to touch the chest that had just been penetrated by the black mist: "You entered my body like this?"

"Didn't you agree to let me attach to you?" Feng Jiuyou's voice had a hint of coldness.

"Then you can't go in from here!" Mo Jiu was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to grab Feng Jiuyou out of her body, "You shameless scoundrel!"

Old gangster...scumbag...

Feng Jiuyou was filled with anger and was about to scold Mo Jiu for not pushing too far, but when he thought of his own behavior, he was stunned for a moment.

A man's chest seems to be one of the most private parts.

When the words came to her lips, she could only hold them back and was forced to accept these two titles.

...

In this way, Feng Jiuyou became attached to Mo Jiu, and the two never had any dialogue from that day on.

Feng Jiuyou seemed to be in a deep sleep, saying nothing and not disturbing Mo Jiu.

Because of this, Mo Jiu was a little unaccustomed to it at first, and his words and deeds were unnatural. But after two days, he quickly adapted to the fact that there was an extra remnant soul in his body, and he was taken care of by Xiao Qing and Xiao Qing every day.

I lived there and lived very comfortably, but I never took a step out of the room.

Lin Yu knew that it was normal for Mo Jiu to become housebound after something like that happened to him. Anyway, there were two maids taking care of him, and she had arranged a few people to protect him secretly outside the room, so he left it alone.

She is an elder of Tianlan Sect, no one will say anything.

It was not until a week passed that Mo Jiu and Feng Jiuyou finally spoke after such a long period of silence.

"Are you there?" Mo Jiu called.

Hearing this, Feng Jiuyou smiled coldly in her heart.

After all, he took the initiative to talk to her.

He probably wanted to inquire about the identity or whereabouts of the man in black.

After all, his aunt searched for a whole week and still couldn't find that person.

And he has been visibly sleeping uneasily these past few days, tossing and turning in bed every night, unable to fall asleep completely.

He was probably worried that the man in black would attack him again at night.

Until this moment, he could no longer bear this kind of fearful life, so he had no choice but to seek her help.

Knowing that Mo Jiu wanted to ask for her, Feng Jiuyou had already thought about the conditions to trade with him.

So, she spoke, her voice indifferent, with a hint of calmness and indifference: "What?"

"Can you come out for a moment?" It was a discussion tone.

"No." Feng Jiuyou smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his words, "If I floated out from any part of your body, you would have to call me a 'rogue' and call me a 'disciple'

?”

Mo Jiu Yinya bit her lower lip: "This time... I won't scold you this time. Come out quickly."

Feng Jiuyou became more sure that Mo Jiu had something important to ask of her, and her attitude gradually became casual: "I can't believe your promise, young master." The last three words were a little teasing.

"Are you really not coming out..." Mo Jiu's voice weakened, as if she was depressed.

Feng Jiuyou felt that the heat was almost there, and was about to put forward her own conditions: "It's not impossible..."

"If you don't come out, you have to get out!" Mo Jiu interrupted her with a low roar, her tone was angry and a little frustrated, "If you don't come out, don't cling to me!"

Feng Jiuyou was stunned by his yelling and was stunned for a moment, feeling a real coldness in her heart.

Even though she needs his body now, it doesn't mean that he can scold himself like this.

He has no such qualifications, and no one... does!

A wisp of black mist overflowed from Mo Jiu's back. Feng Jiuyou wanted to teach him a profound lesson, and then his next words rang out: "I'm going to take a bath, and you still plan to stay in my body? Rogue,

You bastard, you pervert, get out of here!"

The coldness in Feng Jiuyou's heart disappeared as quickly as it came, dissipating in an instant in front of these words.

So, is he planning to take a bath now before letting himself leave his body?

She hesitated to speak, but she still followed the words and came out of Mo Jiu's body, condensing her body. The black robe formed by the mist covered her proud body, revealing only a noble face.

As soon as Feng Jiuyou came out, she saw a pair of angry eyes staring at her, as if they were in the hot spring a week ago.

That time and that moment, exactly this moment.

"Do you want to take a bath?"

"What else?" Mo Jiu glared at Feng Jiuyou, but seeing that she was obedient, her eyes softened a lot, "I haven't bathed for a week, and my body is sticky. I can't sleep well every night."

It's not that he didn't want to clear his mind before, but he just didn't want to talk to the remnant soul in his body, so he resisted. It wasn't until now that he couldn't hold on any longer, that he had no choice but to speak.

That’s how it turns out…

Only then did Feng Jiuyou realize that she had misunderstood Mo Jiu. He had nothing to ask of her, but the anger that he had suppressed for a full week finally burst out at this moment.

Feng Jiuyou's face was slightly cold: "Then if you want to take a bath, why didn't you tell me earlier? Would I still stop you?"

"Who knows?" Mo Jiu said this, and then glanced at Feng Jiuyou coldly. The hidden meaning in his words was self-evident.

"I told you, I don't care about your skeleton." Feng Jiuyou said this, but she still reached out and touched the tip of her nose, feeling a little embarrassed like never before.

"snort."

Mo Jiu snorted lightly and stopped paying attention to her. She walked to her wardrobe and picked out clothes.

He suddenly thought of something and turned around: "Don't look at it, these are all my clothes."

Feng Jiuyou's heart suddenly felt violent. Her emotions had never fluctuated like this before. But thinking that she was relying on someone else, she had no choice but to turn her head away and reprimanded in her heart: 'Men are trouble!'

As a result, Mo Jiu took a long time to choose clothes. It took so long that Feng Jiuyou lost his patience: "It takes so long to choose clothes?"

"There's more than one thing." Mo Jiu became less and less afraid of Feng Jiuyou. She suddenly turned around, her voice filled with joy, "Senior, turn around."

Hearing the word "Senior", Feng Jiuyou didn't know what Mo Jiu wanted to do, but she somehow knew that this time he must be asking for something from her.

She turned her head indifferently: "What?"

"Senior, do you think I look good in this dress?"

He actually asked her to help look at the clothes?

Feng Jiuyou was about to refuse coldly, but when she saw Mo Jiu's appearance, her eyes froze.

Mo Jiu saw Mo Jiu holding a piece of red clothing in his hand. It was as bright as the color of the long hair on the back of his head. He hadn't even put it on yet, so it was hard to tell whether it suited him or not, but his face was filled with excitement.

A smile of joy, revealing white white teeth, and there was a trace of sweetness and joy hidden deep in his eyes that even he himself was not aware of.

It was like seeing his sweetheart, the young man smiled brightly and was as enthusiastic as fire.

At this moment, Feng Jiuyou's heart seemed to be lightly burned.