The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 296 The Weakness of the Tyrant

Fortunately, Han Qingyan also knew that Mo Jiu's physical fitness was only equivalent to that of an ordinary person, so she did not forget to put on clothes for him. But it was not a nightgown, it was still a dragon robe. Maybe she just liked the feeling of conquering the emperor.

Of course, any woman will most likely find it difficult to resist such temptation.

Mo Jiu thought about it from his perspective and found it a bit exciting.

Even so, he was still a little surprised that Han Qingyan could behave like this. She looked sickly, like a frail and sickly beauty, but she actually had such a good time.

Tsk.

clang clang.

Mo Jiu tugged on the lock and chain again, rubbing it a few times, and the soft skin on her wrist immediately turned red.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, he did not stop the self-abuse behavior. He continued this action, and a layer of skin was rubbed off, and faint blood seeped out from the red skin.

'Host, please stop!' the system said anxiously. No one is monitoring the host now. Who is he exposing himself to?

Mo Jiu said helplessly: 'I know no one is watching me, but isn't it better to be prepared in advance?'

The system was a little confused. It opened its eyes wide and asked in a silly and cute manner: 'What preparations are you making?'

'Express whether I am resisting or struggling.' Mo Jiu paid great attention to these details, 'Also, do you know why Su He abuses those women every night?'

‘Why?’ The system blinked.

'Because every night he would recall the past, those humiliating feelings. He wanted to forget them, but his body had already remembered them all. He longed for torture, but he couldn't really torture himself. It was like that.

What's the difference between being a human and a dog? So he can only vent his desire by torturing others.'

'But now that I want to torture others, Han Qingyan will definitely not allow it. Then won't I have no choice but to torture myself?'

The system was stunned after hearing this. How could a self-abuse act contain so many meanings?

'Do you understand?'

The system was about to nod, but immediately shook its head again: 'I don't understand!'

It knows that it is worried in vain, and the host can just slowly torture itself!

Mo Jiu: ‘?’

Is it really necessary to keep such a stupid system?

…

But it was already evening when Han Qingyan finished handling the matter and returned to the palace. She walked to the door of the palace and asked the two confidants guarding there: "Did he say anything or do anything?"

"Sir, there is nothing."

"Huh?" Han Qingyan was suddenly confused. How could this tyrant be so well-behaved without making any noise?

Then he felt a little relieved. Also, he was put in mouth and shackles by himself, unable to make any sound, and bound by chains. He struggled for a while at most, and then gave up when he found that he couldn't break free.

Han Qingyan was about to push the door open when her movements suddenly froze.

She seemed to have forgotten something very important. The tyrant had not eaten or drank water for almost two days.

No wonder he was motionless. He was so hungry that he had no strength left, so how could he struggle?

But he is a tyrant after all, so he should be starved for a while and feel the feelings of the common people who are hungry.

"You go and get some food." Han Qingyan thought for a moment, "Just porridge, add some vegetables and minced meat to it."

"yes."

After saying that, she pushed the door open and walked in. At a glance, she saw a bulge on the bed quilt. It was obvious that Mo Jiu was huddled in it, tossing and turning.

This scene was a little funny and a little interesting. Han Qingyan couldn't help but laugh, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

But thinking about not being able to give this tyrant a real good look, Han Qingyan's expression was immediately replaced by a faint sneer.

But as she got closer, Han Qingyan noticed something strange. Some places on the bed quilt seemed to be stained, the color was very dark, and it was even caked in lumps.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked carefully, only to realize that it was actually blood!

With a bad premonition in her heart, Han Qingyan opened the bed quilt, and a strong smell of blood hit her face. A large area of ​​the bed quilt was turned dark by blood.

Han Qingyan grabbed Mo Jiu's arm again and found that his hands and wrists were already bloody and bloody, and the blood dyed the locks and chains red.

"Ha." Han Qingyan was not an easily angered person originally, but it seemed that in front of Mo Jiu, her bottom line of anger was infinitely lowered. In other words, this tyrant was getting better and better at stimulating her anger.

Everything we do achieves this goal.

Looking at Mo Jiu's face, there was no trace of pain on his face, but his face became paler due to hunger and excessive blood loss.

When Han Qingyan opened the bed and was discovered, he only trembled for a bit, then calmed down and looked at her steadily.

"As expected of Your Majesty, you are so persevering..." Han Qingyan whispered, which sounded like a compliment, but Mo Jiu could catch the anger in her tone.

She took off the shackles in Mo Jiu's mouth and pulled out the sticky, transparent bubbles and threads. Without any care or mercy, she touched the wound on his tongue and head, which made him frown in pain.

together.

"It seems that Your Majesty does not believe that I have the means to make life worse than death." Han Qingyan said coldly.

Mo Jiu was so weak that even his voice could not be heard, but he still smiled: "Then you try..."

It's nothing more than continuing to do that kind of thing to him. What's so scary? He's used to it anyway...

Mo Jiu's provocation undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Han Qingyan pinched both of his cheeks: "Okay, this time I will find a group of beggars from the street and let them serve your majesty!"

Han Qingyan looked deeply at Mo Jiu, and immediately noticed his eyes suddenly widening when he said these words, as well as the trembling and fear that emerged at the same time.

Her eyes narrowed, and she seemed to have found Mo Jiu's weakness: "Oh? So His Majesty is so afraid of those beggars pointing at your dragon body..."

Mo Jiu knew that he had exposed his flaws, but he had indeed tried his best to control his emotions, but in the end he was no match for his body's instinct...

Even if he tortured and killed those people to death, he would never forget that night... nor would he want to experience it again...

Mo Jiu's body trembled more and more violently, causing the locks and chains to clank. Han Qingyan noticed it, and her anger finally dissipated a little, and said coldly: "As long as your Majesty is obedient, I will not do this."

This was what she said out of anger. She would not really let a beggar taste Mo Jiu.

She had to admit that after experiencing the taste of this tyrant, she really didn't want to let anyone else touch him.

As for Mo Jiu's weakness, it was purely an unexpected surprise, it was not her purpose.