The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

At this moment, Qu Xiaoxiao's weak and trembling voice came: "He...what happened to him?"

He saw Mo Jiu's condition from a distance, but he still couldn't believe it.

He got out of bed, walked over with bare feet, and finally got a clear look at Mo Jiu.

Then, as if he had been struck by lightning, his whole body fell down and he knelt on the ground.

"He...is dead?" Qu Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, with a look of panic on his face.

Obviously this was his goal, and now he had achieved it, but for some reason there was no trace of joy, and only a strong sadness filled his heart.

The expression on Li Muxian's face suddenly froze, and his neck seemed to be rusty. He turned stiffly and glanced at Qu Xiaoxiao with his bloody eyes.

"He's not dead." She said hoarsely, then turned her head back and gently held Mo Jiu in her arms.

Light, too light.

Li Muxian held him in his arms, barely feeling the normal weight, as if his body had been taken away along with his soul.

That stunning face seemed to be a little smaller, making his facial features more delicate, which made his pale face look even more pitiful.

The sadness in Qu Xiaoxiao's heart became more and more intense, and finally overflowed, causing him to cry: "He is dead..."

"No, he's not dead." Li Muxian shook his head blankly.

Qu Xiaoxiao cried loudly: "Mu Xian, Xiaobai is dead, really dead."

Li Muxian turned his head suddenly and roared at Qu Xiaoxiao: "I told you, Xiaobai is not dead!"

Her black hair was messy, her eyes were like blood, and her expression was ferocious. When she roared, she actually showed a bit of demonic temperament.

Qu Xiaoxiao's body trembled violently when she yelled at her, her crying suddenly stopped, and she looked at her with teary eyes that were a little frightened.

Li Muxian also realized what he had done, and said in a panic: "I'm sorry." Then he quickly turned his head back.

She only wanted to refute Qu Xiaoxiao and was unwilling to admit the fact that Mo Jiu was dead, but now looking at his gray face, she didn't even know what to do.

It seemed that for a moment or a long time, Qu Xiaoxiao's cry again woke up Li Muxian. She immediately picked up Mo Jiu in panic, walked towards the bed, and put him on the bed.

Immediately, she became dull again, her expression was sluggish, and she didn't know what else to do.

It was as if her mind had also been taken away by Mo Jiu. The dust and condensed blood on her clothes were like a fierce fire that burned everything and took away everything, leaving only the broken eaves and broken tiles, and only white remains.

Dust and ashes.

Just like the Taoist temple where she and Mo Jiu lived together...

Qu Xiaoxiao looked up at Li Muxian. From his angle, he could see her absent-minded profile. Her appearance made him feel a little uneasy. Just when he was about to speak, a figure suddenly walked in.

"What's the matter with the blood stain outside? And the talisman on the door. Could it be that a monster appeared last night?" Luo Qingwu asked doubtfully. There was a faint gray around the edges of her eyes, making her look a little haggard.

First seeing Qu Xiaoxiao slumped on the ground, Luo Qingwu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to help him up. Then she noticed another line of sight, looked up, looked at Li Muchian, and noticed that her pair of

With her bloodshot eyes, Luo Qingwu suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart.

Her eyes slowly moved down and finally landed on Mo Jiu. At this moment, her eyes seemed to be pierced hard by invisible silver needles, causing her to close her eyes immediately. After a while, she slowly opened them again.

The pupils in his eyes were trembling, and there was a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that everything in front of him was illusory.

However, nothing has changed.

Luo Qingwu stumbled for no reason and almost fell down. She stretched out her hand to hold on to the wall to stay steady.

Her eyes were wide open, staring at Li Muxian, her voice seemed to be soaked in ice, biting cold, so cold that her whole body was trembling slightly, and she asked every word: "What's wrong with him?"

"Qingwu, Xiaobai, he...he is dead!" Qu Xiaoxiao cried so hard that he was out of breath. He didn't know how many times he repeated this sentence, as if he wanted Li Muchian and Luo Qingwu to accept it.

This cruel fact.

Hearing this, Luo Qingwu's body suddenly softened, and she leaned against the wall, sliding down slowly against the wall. She squatted on the ground, her mind went dark, and her eyesight became dark. She shook

I shook my head, but the situation did not improve at all. Instead, I still felt a sense of suffocation.

Luo Qingwu tried her best to open her eyes, but she still couldn't see anything. A picture gradually appeared in her mind, which seemed to be a figure lying in a coffin with snow-white hair.

She wanted to see more clearly, but the picture stopped abruptly, and her vision suddenly returned.

Luo Qingwu quickly thought about it, trying to retain that scene. However, the more she thought about it and recalled it, the more her head hurt. It was as if dark clouds were gathering and roaring in her mind, preventing her from seeing this taboo scene.

In the end, she still caught a trace of remaining light and shadow.

Figure, long hair, snow-white color, coffin... Is the person lying inside Mo Jiu?

Luo Qingwu also suddenly recalled at this time, she seemed to have seen this scene a long time ago, and fragments of the dream she had had were recalled.

As early as that time, she predicted Mo Jiu's death?

Luo Qingwu's hand holding on to the wall suddenly softened, and she fell directly, her head hitting the ground heavily.

"Qingwu!" Qu Xiaoxiao quickly got up and helped Luo Qingwu up. With his support, she slowly leaned against the cold wall and sat slumped there, her eyes closed tightly, her face pale, her forehead

There was already a trace of blood oozing out from everywhere.

When Mo Jiu died, did Luo Qingwu and Li Muxian react so greatly?

Qu Xiaoxiao was a little hard to understand. She turned to look up at Li Muchian and found that her situation was even worse than before. In addition to pain, there seemed to be another emotion in her blood-stained eyes at this moment.

He couldn't tell what was going on, he could only see a flash of gray quickly, like a dark cloud covering his eyes.

When Li Muxian heard the word 'Fu Zhuan' in Luo Qingwu's words, a terrible thought came to her mind little by little, making her face almost distorted in pain.

Last night...did she put a talisman on the door to prevent Mo Jiu from breaking in?

Last night...did she hear...a knock on the door, but ignored it?

Could Mo Jiu be...with the last glimmer of hope and begging in his heart...waiting for her to open the door and save him?

He was so desperate that he crawled over from a distance of more than ten meters. His body was covered with bruises and blood, but he did not give up, just for the slightest possibility of survival.

He placed all his hopes on her, but what did she do at that time?

She didn't open the door, but stuck a talisman on the door.

It was her, it was she who killed Mo Jiu...

Li Muxian held his head with both hands, squatted down slowly, opened his mouth wide, and let out a hoarse cry that contained a lot of despair: "Ahhhh..."