The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 344 Atonement

Hearing this, Han Qingyan's body trembled slightly.

Then she slowly lowered her head and stared at Mo Jiu's stretched out foot. The foot was smooth and delicate, and the blue blood vessels showed a translucent feeling on the fair skin. It seemed strange to lick such a foot.

It can't be called punishment.

But this is not the love between husband and wife, but pure humiliation. If she really does this, she will undoubtedly lose her dignity and personality.

For some people, dignity is a dispensable thing. As long as they can gain benefits, they will lose it if they lose it.

But given Han Qingyan's character, dignity is obviously not such a cheap thing.

If one day she were in a situation where she had to choose between life and dignity, she would probably choose the latter without hesitation.

But at this moment, Han Qingyan stared at this foot steadily, but slowly bent her body.

She has been prepared to face death and is not afraid of death. Correspondingly, dignity does not seem to be that important anymore...

Moreover, she once wanted to kill His Majesty, so she would not complain if His Majesty wanted her life. She really forced His Majesty to lose her dignity, so now is the time for her to repay.

The most important thing is that His Majesty may remember everything that happened during this period, but still refuses to believe her feelings for him. Perhaps her surrender can give His Majesty a little bit of belief...

Seeing Han Qingyan coming closer and about to lick her feet, Mo Jiu's eyes changed and he kicked her hard in the face.

The sole of his foot trampled on his face. This action also had a strong sense of humiliation, but Han Qingyan didn't feel it. She fell to the ground after being kicked, then got up again and knelt there as if nothing had happened.

Mo Jiu stared at Han Qingyan with a look of disbelief on his face: "Are you really in love with me?"

Otherwise, he would not be able to find a reason why Han Qingyan would give up her dignity and be willing to do such a despicable and humiliating act.

"Yes." Han Qingyan responded softly, even feeling a little satisfied in her heart.

At least His Majesty believed his feelings for him.

"Ha." Mo Jiu sneered, her chest heaving, and then she laughed loudly, "Haha, you love me, you actually love me!"

"What? Is it my body that makes you fascinated, or does knowing my past make you feel that everything you did is wrong and start to sympathize and pity me?"

Han Qingyan wanted to say no, it wasn't like that. Her feelings for His Majesty were not born out of pity and sympathy. But she paused because even she herself could not explain the true origin of this love.

, sympathy, fascination with His Majesty's body, and many other reasons that she couldn't fully explain at the moment.

So, she simply shut her mouth.

Mo Jiu's expression suddenly became ferocious at this moment: "I don't need your sympathy, I don't need anyone's sympathy!"

This is why Mo Jiu wants to kill everyone who knows his past, whether he is right or wrong. Those who have hurt him will naturally have to pay for it with their lives, and those who have not hurt him, he will also

No need for their pity!

Seeing Mo Jiu's appearance, Han Qingyan's eyes finally turned painful, and she whispered: "Your Majesty, this is not sympathy..."

This is……

like.

But she can admit that she loves His Majesty, but she cannot say the three words "I love you" to him because she knows that she is not qualified to do so.

Mo Jiu calmed down and stared at Han Qingyan with cold eyes like a poisonous snake.

"whip."

Ye Rumeng was stunned for a moment, and then quickly took out a long whip from her waist, which was the weapon she carried with her.

Snap!

Mo Jiu took the whip and swung it to his side unskillfully. There was still an explosion in the air, which showed the power of the whip. If it were really whipped on a person, the result would be ragged skin and flesh.

He shook it several times in a row, as if he was getting familiar with the feel, and as if he was deliberately shaking it to Han Qingyan. Observing her expression, he found that her expression was extremely complicated, and she was deeply forbearing, but there was no trace of fear or fear.

Mo Jiu's eyes narrowed, and he whipped her hard with the next whip, making a buzzing sound in the air, causing her clothes to shatter in an instant, and a bloodstain appeared on her smooth shoulder.

Han Qingyan's face paled slightly, but she pursed her lips tightly, gritted her teeth, and didn't make a sound.

The corners of Mo Jiu's lips moved slightly, and she sneered, then whipped her body several times quickly!

Han Qingyan finally let out a groan. Mo Jiu's strength was not great, but the whip itself was very lethal. In addition, her physical fitness was relatively weak among women, and she could no longer do what she did most.

I started to feel more at ease.

Mo Jiu looked at her coldly: "Please."

He didn't say what would happen if he begged him. Of course Han Qingyan could hear the flaw in his words, but she still said decisively: "Your Majesty, please spare me."

As long as it allows His Majesty to vent his hatred, she is willing to do anything.

Mo Jiu's expression froze. Han Qingyan begged for mercy so simply, but he couldn't feel any pleasure. Although she groaned, her breathing was steady and she knelt straight. There was no sign of being unable to hold on? This begging for mercy...more

Most of them are 'submissive'.

His eyes suddenly turned sinister again, and he twitched towards Han Qingyan.

In the end, he was the first to be unable to hold on and broke into a cold sweat.

Ye Rumeng quickly stepped forward to support him: "Your Majesty, let me come..."

Mo Jiu didn't look at her, shook her head, and looked at Han Qingyan who was kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, and even her hanging hair was dyed red: "Do you think this is the end?"

"I tell you, there are still many things waiting for you!"

Han Qingyan's eyes opened slightly, her vision seemed to be blurred by blood, and she did not speak.

Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, moved closer, and suddenly said: "Master Han, you don't seem to be afraid that I will kill you?"

At this point, he still couldn't catch a trace of fear in Han Qingyan's eyes.

He thought of something, his eyes turned cold, and he said in a cold voice: "Do you want to atone for your sins in this way?"

Mo Jiu gritted his teeth and stabbed Han Qingyan's chest and mouth with the end of the whip, where there was a wound: "I told you, I don't need your sympathy!"

Han Qingyan's eyebrows knitted together in pain, but she still whispered: "This is not sympathy, but that I really deserve to die..."

"You indeed deserve death." Mo Jiu knelt down and said coldly, "But did Master Han forget a sentence? There are far more painful ways in this world than death."

He finally showed a smile and moved his soft eyebrows, which was so charming. He leaned over and whispered softly: "Don't worry, I will make your life... worse than death."