The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Xiaoqing and Xiaobai were waiting for Mo Jiu outside the door. When they saw him coming back, they bowed slightly and said softly: "Young Master."

"Um."

Mo Jiu nodded, the joy on his face did not weaken, and the pride in his eyebrows made him want everyone to see it.

Seeing that the young master was so happy, Xiaoqing and his two servants were naturally very happy. While opening the door, they asked: "Has the young master seen the person you want to see?"

"Of course." Mo Jiu looked arrogant and matter-of-fact as she stepped into the room and couldn't wait to share the experience of getting along with Xiao Muxue, "I'm telling you..."

Xiao Qing and Xiao Bai smiled slightly and also stepped into the room. After closing the door gently, they turned around and waited for Mo Jiu's next words.

It's rare for the young master to be so happy. If he wants to share these things with them, they will naturally listen attentively.

But after a while, Mo Jiu said nothing and stood motionless.

Xiao Qing had a little doubt in her eyes: "Master?"

"You guys go out, I want to take a shower first." After a pause, Mo Jiu continued to walk forward. Before he could get around the screen, his hands had already begun to take off his clothes, revealing the pure white middle coat and a length of

Smooth nape.

"OK."

Xiaoqing and Xiaobai blushed slightly. It seemed that the prison was really dirty. The young master just wanted to clean it quickly, otherwise he would not be so eager to take off his clothes.

But the young master’s skin is so white, even the back of his neck is so beautiful...

Xiaoqing and Xiaobai retreated.

After they entered the room, they had never been in front of Mo Jiu from beginning to end. Naturally, they could not find that his eyes were dull and lifeless at this moment. His undressing movements were also a bit stiff, and his fingertips stopped at the hem of his clothes.

, there is no follow-up action.

Wow.

The next moment, a black mist surged out of his body, as if filled with long-suppressed anger.

Feng Jiuyou's figure appeared, and he grabbed the two hands in front of Mo Jiu and raised them directly above his head.

This action was too strong and too sudden, causing Mo Jiu, who had lost consciousness, to frown slightly, with a trace of pain in his eyes.

He let out a weak hum, and his current posture made him feel very uncomfortable, because all the vulnerable parts of his body were exposed without any protection, just like a prisoner being interrogated for his crimes.

He subconsciously wanted to pull his hands back, but Feng Jiuyou's hands grasped his wrists tightly. He tried several times without success. The pain on his face became more intense, and his body twisted and struggled.

stand up.

Feng Jiuyou sneered, not feeling sorry for Mo Jiu at all, she just wanted to make him suffer more!

crackle.

"ah!"

There was a crisp sound, accompanied by Mo Jiu's cry of pain, her two brows were tightly knitted together, and her body was trembling slightly.

Feng Jiuyou then relaxed some of the strength of her palms, but as soon as she saw Mo Jiu's gorgeous face, her mind couldn't help but think of the slightly arrogant smile on his face when he was getting along with Xiao Muxue not long ago.

Even when he was besieged by a group of Demon Lords, he didn't feel angry, but at this moment, he was like spring water in a spring, continuously gushing out.

Feng Jiuyou said word by word what she had recited dozens of times in her heart: "Do you really like Xiao Muxue that much..."

Tear!

As the words fell, the middle coat that tightly wrapped the young man's body suddenly shattered, revealing the slender body deeply hidden underneath, glowing with a warm color like soft snow under a warm winter sun.

Feng Jiuyou narrowed his eyes slightly and kept staring at Mo Jiu's flat chest without moving even an inch.

It seemed that her gaze was too hot, or that the cool air irritated him. His eyes regained some clarity, and he murmured in a painful low voice: "Don't...let me go...

..”

Little did they know how tempting his appearance was at this moment, like a lychee whose skin had been peeled off, revealing the crystal clear flesh underneath. Anyone could open his mouth and swallow it directly, and eat it cleanly.

Even Feng Jiuyou couldn't keep calm, lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite!

Looking from behind Mo Jiu, one could see that his body suddenly trembled, and then he suddenly raised his head and kept swinging his body left and right in an attempt to struggle. Just as he was about to make an uncomfortable sound, Feng Jiuyou used another

He covered his mouth with one hand, and what came out was a dull sob.

After a while, Mo Jiu's back suddenly tensed up, and then there was a slight tremor, and her body fell weakly, relying on Feng Jiuyou's wrist to support her whole body.

The boy's body was like delicate porcelain, beautiful but fragile. Feng Jiuyou was worried that his wrist would be injured, so she had to stop enjoying him.

She let go of his mouth and picked him up. The palms of her hands were full of wet marks as Mo Jiu resisted and used her pink tongue to push against it.

Feng Jiuyou didn't dislike it, but she still deliberately applied it on his chest and mouth. It was already flushed red, and at this moment, it added a layer of faint water.

Looking at such a scene, Feng Jiuyou's inner anger weakened a little.

Everything about the young man is under her control, so what if he and Xiao Muxue are in love?

It's just her possessions, how can she let others covet them?

Feng Jiuyou still didn't fully vent her anger. She stared at Mo Jiu's slightly open lips that were constantly breathing out small breaths, and kissed him directly, swallowing all his breath without mercy, causing the young man to whimper again, eyes filled with tears.

She gradually became clearer, but after she raised her hand and pointed at the center of her eyebrows, she became absent-minded again.

After a long time, Feng Jiuyou finally let go of Mo Jiu. At this time, his eyes were blurred, his red lips were slightly swollen, and a trace of silver arc hung on the corner of his lips, dripping down little by little until it was stretched to the limit.

Unable to resist gravity, it dripped directly, but it did not fall on the ground, but fell on the boy's chest, leaving a trace of wetness, revealing an unspeakable astringency.

Feng Jiuyou seemed to have been smashed into a huge boulder, and her heart, which was constantly rippling, finally calmed down.

But this only meant that she let Mo Jiu go, not that she let Xiao Muxue go.

"Go take a bath." Feng Jiuyou let go of Mo Jiu.

In front of Feng Jiuyou, he vaguely unbuttoned his shirt, peeled off the buttons one by one with his slender fingers, and finally took off his clothes completely naked, then walked slowly towards the hot spring in the backyard.

During this process, Feng Jiuyou's eyes were firmly fixed on Mo Jiu's smooth jade-like snow back. His eyes passed over the bone ridge hidden under the skin, and his eyes became more and more serious.

She didn't look back until his body was completely soaked in the hot spring.

Immediately, her pupils slowly condensed, and a group of figures were actually reflected in them.

Without facing Mo Jiu, her voice became extremely indifferent, and there was a kind of majesty that was born to make everyone surrender: "I want you to do this..."