The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 289 Don’t dare to kill me

With his breathing suddenly stagnant, Mo Jiu's eyes blurred in the next moment. Pei Feng had already appeared in front of him, and then a big hand grabbed his neck and pushed him back violently.

On the iron gate.

The back was hit hard and the right to breathe was truly deprived of. Mo Jiu showed a painful expression.

"I'm going to kill you!" Pei Fenghan said. She found such scars on the boy's body. One can imagine how much torture and abuse he suffered during this period.

And besides the teenagers? Others may have suffered more and more serious injuries, including those civilians who had no clothes to cover, no food to eat, and no home to live in!

Thinking like this, Pei Feng's murderous intention towards Mo Jiu was once again aroused, and it became even more difficult to suppress it.

Such a tyrant should be eliminated, whether for the sake of the young man or for the sake of all the people in the world!

Mo Jiu grabbed Pei Feng's arm with both hands. His body instinctively made him struggle and resist her, but under the absolute power gap, all his actions were useless. The feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and the sight in front of him

It became increasingly blurry, and death was already waving to him.

However, this feeling is not unfamiliar to Mo Jiu. Under the torture of those people who did not know the severity, he was played and played many times and his life was in danger.

This time, is he really going to die...

Mo Jiu's eyes were half-opened, thinking drowsily.

But he doesn't have a trace of fear. What's there to be afraid of? There is nothing worthy of his nostalgia in this world. If it weren't for Ye Rumeng, if it wasn't for the complete revenge, he should... have died long ago...

Now dying in Pei Feng's hands seems to be a good choice...

Thinking of this, Mo Jiu's lips couldn't help but evoke a smile, and a look of relief and joy appeared in her eyes moistened by physiological tears.

Pei Feng and Han Qingyan kept staring at Mo Jiu and naturally noticed the change in his expression. The former's raging anger immediately weakened a lot, while the latter felt surprised and shocked again.

Is this tyrant really not afraid of death?

"Pei Feng."

No need for Han Qingyan to say anything, Pei Feng let go of his hand, not because she was merciful, but because she felt that killing this tyrant like this would be too easy for him!

She didn't know that Mo Jiu regarded death as the reason for liberation, and she had no interest in exploring it. But since this was not a punishment for him, it was impossible for her to let him have his wish.

As for Han Qingyan, she seemed to be increasingly unable to see through Mo Jiu.

Death is liberation?

So what happened in his past to make him fearless of death...

Mo Jiu slid to the ground clinging to the iron door, where she covered her neck and coughed violently. Her eyes were filled with physiological mist and were extremely red.

Han Qingyan was thinking, but Mo Jiu was stunned when she saw this appearance.

Until this moment, she seemed to have realized that Mo Jiu was the only male emperor in history, and he was of a different gender than her.

The originally domineering emperor fell in front of her, his thin eyebrows furrowed, his eyes moist, his red lips parted, and he gasped violently... This was something that no one else could see in their lifetime, but it was displayed like this.

In front of her.

Han Qingyan's heart trembled, and she felt her heartbeat speed up.

She was... lustful for the male emperor?

As if she had a guilty conscience, Han Qingyan glanced at Pei Feng and found that her expression was normal, but her face was a little annoyed and irritable, as if she was unhappy because she could not directly end Mo Jiu.

Sensing Han Qingyan's gaze, Pei Feng looked over. She immediately calmed down her strange expression and said calmly: "We can't just kill him directly, otherwise there will be no one on the throne and the dynasty will be even more chaotic than it is now."

Hearing this, Pei Feng frowned, but he understood that this was the fact. If he couldn't find an heir and killed Mo Jiu rashly, it would cause even greater turmoil.

Then it will be them who endanger the common people.

"And it doesn't matter even if there is no heir, as long as we are in charge..."

Halfway through the words, Pei Feng already understood.

They can completely make Mo Jiu a puppet emperor, and then his existence is only to stabilize the palace, and they are the ones who truly govern the world.

And Pei Feng doesn't think they can manage the country well. She believes in Han Qingyan's ability to change the situation of the world on her own. If she says it more harshly, as long as Mo Jiu is not in power, even if she is allowed to do whatever she wants on the roadside,

If a beggar came to be the emperor, he would not be worse off than he is now.

"It's just that it will take a long time to completely master the entire palace, so he must not die, he must live well."

"Well, I will listen to you." Pei Feng had unconditional trust in Han Qingyan.

Han Qingyan pursed her lips. She seemed to have found such an upright reason for not killing Mo Jiu, but she had to admit that she actually had selfish motives...

That was what Mo Jiu had experienced in the past that made her confused and curious.

The first time she sees anyone, she can roughly understand that person's information, age, gender, occupation... If she stares carefully for a period of time, she can even see the person's past and future.

Predicting the future and peering into the past are her innate abilities.

Even the emperor, surrounded by dragon energy, could barely see some things clearly, such as how many heirs he had, even illegitimate children.

Only Mo Jiu couldn't see through it. The most she could do was try to figure out what he was thinking at the moment. The past was blank and the future was also indistinct.

This is an almost irresistible temptation for her who has the ability to discern the secrets of heaven.

She wanted to see Mo Jiu clearly.

With such thoughts, Han Qingyan would spare his life.

Well, that's all...

Han Qingyan's thought that "there is no silver here" deepened this idea.

"Why...don't you kill me..." Mo Jiu raised her eyes slightly and looked at Han Qingyan.

He heard that it was Han Qingyan who told Pei Feng to stop.

Han Qingyan lowered her head and looked down at Mo Jiu. From this perspective, the superior male emperor was completely unaware. He was just like the Chun Lou man who behaved coquettishly and became angry with guests after being favored...

She shook her head, feeling that there were too many distracting thoughts in her mind.

"Does Your Majesty really want to die that much?" Han Qingyan calmed down and said softly.

"It's not that you insist on killing me..." Mo Jiu curled her lips slightly and uttered two words coldly, "Hypocrisy..."

At this juncture, he could actually say harsh words.

"I understand..." Mo Jiu panted violently for a while, and with the replenishment of oxygen, he could think again, "You want to isolate me and take power... Otherwise, if I die, there will be no heir, and the whole country will be even more chaotic.

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"So, you don't dare to kill me..." Mo Jiu smiled.

Han Qingyan finally felt that this male emperor was a little troublesome.