The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 284 Mission

The system also fell silent. It wanted to say something, but looking at the host's silent expression, it felt that it should not disturb him at this time.

After a long while, Mo Jiu let out a sigh of relief: 'Is there a mission?'

The system took a look and said: 'No.'

Nothing again.

Mo Jiu looked calm, having expected this.

'But Su He gave me a task.' Mo Jiu said lightly, 'I want all those people to be killed, leaving no one behind.'

There were no waves or ups and downs in his tone, but when the system heard it, his body trembled inexplicably, and he was a little scared.

The host wants to kill, kill?

And shouldn’t the host clean himself up? Why would he do the same thing as Su He?

Mo Jiu has no idea that there is no explanation for the system.

Because it cannot understand Su He's emotions at all, only when he completely accepts these memories can he fully feel everything.

Then there was only one thought left in his mind, which was to kill those who insulted Su He, even if they escaped to the ends of the earth.

He knew that he was somewhat affected by Su He's memory. The emotions contained in the memory of just twenty years were much stronger than the emotions in the memory of hundreds of years, most of which had been spent cultivating.

Moreover, this does not conflict with obtaining luck. This is Su He's goal and is completely in line with his character. It doesn't matter whether he can clear his name later, he will do it first anyway.

Mo Jiu slowly sat up from the bed again, unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her snow-white skin under the luxurious brocade clothes.

Su He was the emperor and had a large group of people to serve and take care of him. Even though he had suffered countless tortures in the past few years, his body still recovered.

But Mo Jiu didn't think so. He could clearly and clearly feel everything contained in the depths of this body, the fear of pain, but also the slightest expectation and desire for pain...that affects his consciousness almost all the time.

Strong desires...and the extreme violence and anger that arises from knowing these emotions but being unable to resolve them.

Even though Su He didn't want to be the emperor at all at first, after becoming the male emperor under Ye Rumeng's persuasion and suggestion, he had already acquired the unique majesty and temperament of an emperor over the past few years.

But as an emperor, his body still longs for and covets the torture, humiliation and humiliation he suffered in the unbearable past... This makes Su He unable to accept or admit it. This is also the real reason for his cruel character.

His body has been completely destroyed and there is no way he can go back...

Mo Jiu got out of bed, walked towards the mirror, stood in front of the bronze mirror, and finally saw this face clearly.

This is a very soft face, with delicate features but no edges. It is like a piece of warm jade that has been wiped day and night, all the roughness has been erased, leaving only warmth.

This is obviously not what an emperor should look like. Even if he is a wise emperor, he lacks too much of the majesty of an emperor, making it difficult for people to surrender.

Mo Jiu slowly raised the corners of her lips and raised the arc a little. With such a change, a chill naturally appeared on her eyebrows and her smile turned into a sneer. It was difficult to figure out what emotion was behind this expression.

But Mo Jiu frowned slightly, wondering if he knew what this body had gone through. No matter how he looked at this smile, he could still detect the faint charm. It was so weak that it was difficult to detect, but it was just like this.

, is indescribably alluring.

"This body is not suitable for being an emperor, but more suitable for being the number one in the Qing Dynasty." Mo Jiu commented.

system:'……'

The one who is in this body now is the host. Does this sentence count as the host talking about itself?

After observing the appearance, Mo Jiu also accepted the memory and completely replaced Su He.

What should I do now?

"Ru Meng." Mo Jiu called.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared here, it was Ye Rumeng.

She seemed to be leaving, but in fact, with her cultivation, Mo Jiu was always under her nose, and he might be being observed even when he was sleeping.

It’s another world that requires acting all the time.

Mo Jiu sighed softly in his heart, still facing the bronze mirror: "As soon as I call you, will you be there?"

Ye Rumeng lowered his head slightly, with a respectful attitude, and said softly: "Your Majesty needs a slave, and I will be here at your call."

"Oh?" Mo Jiu turned around and smiled faintly, causing a hint of obsession to appear in Ye Rumeng's eyes.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly turned sharp: "You are still spying on me!"

Ye Rumeng immediately knelt down in a prostrate posture, not caring about his so-called dignity at all: "I don't dare, I just keep waiting outside the door. I will come in immediately when I hear His Majesty's call."

Mo Jiu sneered and walked up to Ye Rumeng, looking down at her: "I dare not."

He had warned Ye Rumeng a long time ago that she was not allowed to spy on him anymore, but she still went her own way and refused to change despite repeated admonitions!

"I really don't dare."

Mo Jiu's voice became colder: "Ye Rumeng, do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Ye Rumeng, who was kneeling on the ground, curled up her lips. She knew His Majesty best, but when she called herself 'I', even if her tone was calm, she was probably extremely angry. But when she called herself 'I', no matter how angry she was, it was just words.

Just talking about it.

The reason why Mo Jiu was angry was that he had warned her many times, and this was the eighth time she was on call.

But she had to be like this. A dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, so Mo Jiu could gradually get used to it.

As long as you don't admit it, that's fine.

If I don’t keep an eye on His Majesty, how can I guarantee his safety?

And she also has some selfish motives...

Ye Rumeng raised her head slightly and stared at a pair of bare feet that were almost no distance away from her, stepping on the ground.

She suddenly stretched out her hand and gently held one of Mo Jiu's feet: "Your Majesty, be careful of catching a cold."

Mo Jiu instinctively kicked out, and her soft soles kicked Ye Rumeng's face, causing her to roll several times on the ground.

Mo Jiu: "..."

He almost got into trouble. With Ye Rumeng's training, even if he kicked her a dozen more times, she should not be able to move at all. Rolling around so many times was purely intentional on her part.

She has a morbid obsession with his feet, whether they are caressed or trampled, she likes them.

Mo Jiu took a deep breath and calmed down.

"If you like my feet so much, how about I give myself to you and let you do whatever you want with my whole body?"

Ye Rumeng's expression finally changed. Knowing that she was too offended this time, she stood up and knelt down again: "Your Majesty, I know I was wrong."

Mo Jiu ignored it and finally returned to the original topic: "Have you done everything I asked you to prepare?"

"Yes, everything is ready." Ye Rumeng was no longer pretentious.

"Okay." Mo Jiu nodded, "After we deal with 'her', I will let those people die without a burial place!"