The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 457 Mo Jiu’s anger

Mo Jiu's pupils shrank suddenly and said angrily: "Are you crazy? Why are you doing this?"

At this moment, Yan Luo seemed to be a different person again, his tone was calm and calm: "Since you can hurt yourself, why can't I?"

Mo Jiu was speechless for a moment.

The first time he was injured was an accident, okay? The second time was to test his ability. At most, he only needed to make a one-centimeter cut. There was no need to give her whole palm like Yama.

Burnt?

But he didn't care to scold Yama Luo, but frowned, held her hand carefully, and tried to think of ways to restore her injuries.

The black light in Yama's eyes faded, and a rare look of astonishment appeared on his face.

She seemed a little different from herself just now.

But it must be her, she can be sure, because what she did and what she said were all deeply impressed and remembered in her mind.

The things that can be done are very unfamiliar to her, and it is hard to believe that they are things that she can do.

Did she regain her memory just now?

She actually looks like that when she's normal?

Indifferent and ruthless, as if he doesn't care about anything in the world, and even his body is nothing more than a shell when needed.

Yama frowned.

To be honest, she doesn't like that 'self' at all.

It's not that he is too indifferent and indifferent to the world, but that he is too cold towards Mo Jiu.

She was angry that his behavior was good, but she would not use self-mutilation to make Mo Jiu realize his mistakes.

What seemed to be burning was her own palm. In fact, if Mo Jiu cared about her, it would undoubtedly be his punishment.

And judging from Mo Jiu's frown at the moment, this method is undoubtedly very effective.

Hit the nail on the head and get right to the point.

That self made Yama feel a little frightened. It was like being interrogated and punished for countless years before he could identify the opponent's weakness as soon as they met and whip him hard.

Mo Jiu tried various methods, but was unable to activate his powers. Could it be that his powers can only be activated once a day?

Seeing that Yan Luo's originally tender palm turned black, the skin was torn, and blood was flowing out from the pink blood marks. He was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth, picked up the kitchen knife and slashed his palm!

"You..." Yan Luo was about to speak, but was blocked by Mo Jiu's eyes.

His eyes seemed no better than hers just now, anxious, angry, and filled with pain from the wounds.

"Quiet! If you hadn't done this, why would I have tried this method?" Mo Jiu cursed in a low voice, ignoring the pain in his palm, and slowly clenched his left hand, letting the blood flow and drip onto Yama's palm.

A miraculous thing happened. Yama's charred palm began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. The charred skin fell off, and pink flesh grew back on the wound.

Mo Jiu and Yan Luo both looked at it blankly.

He somewhat understood that his blood could restore injuries.

After squeezing the blood for a while, the scar made by Mo Jiu disappeared. Compared with Yan Luo's flesh and blood, which was a little pink and tender, and could be seen at a glance as new flesh and blood, it was completely white and tender before the injury, even the palm.

The patterns are all complete.

Mo Jiu finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned on the faucet and started washing her hands.

Yama lowered his head and glanced at the blood on his hands, feeling that he needed to clean them too.

She walked towards the sink, but Mo Jiu had no intention of getting out of the way. She didn't even say anything, she just squeezed out the hand sanitizer in silence.

Yan Luo keenly sensed that the atmosphere was somewhat unpleasant, but she didn't even have the courage to break it.

Because she seemed to vaguely understand the reason why Mo Jiu was angry...

It's all your fault!

But it was obviously impossible to say this, so Yan Luo could only stand next to Mo Jiu and watch him wash his hands.

Mo Jiu turned off the water and shook her hands a few times: "Oh, I forgot you have to wash your hands too, just wash them."

As he said that, he opened the faucet again, but turned it on to the maximum, splashing both of them with water.

Yan Luo wanted to shut him down a little, but when he caught a glimpse of Mo Jiu's gloomy expression, he didn't dare.

In this way, in the weird atmosphere, the water flow splashed, and the clothes of the two people gradually became wet, and they became soaked.

Mo Jiu finally gave way and said, "Wash."

Yama quickly turned off the faucet and finished washing his hands in a hurry.

By the way, this was the first time she felt panic at this moment.

Looking at Yan Luo, who had washed his hands, turned around, and stood in front of him with his head bowed, Mo Jiu's anger immediately dissipated.

But he still said in a deep voice: "What are you doing? Self-harm? Losing your temper?"

"I just want to make a one-centimeter cut. Is that called hurting myself? If I don't do anything, scars will form in the last ten minutes. Okay, let's take a step back and count this as self-inflicted harm. The recovery of my previous injuries can be seen with my own eyes."

See, I have the resources to get hurt, but what about you?" Mo Jiu said slowly, word by word.

"After coming to this world, your magic power seems to have disappeared, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't feel hungry. Then where did you get the ability to think that you can self-heal the burnt injury on your entire palm?" Mo Jiu's

He spoke faster and faster, and his tone became more and more fierce, "If I hadn't tried this method, your hand would have been useless, do you understand?"

Being scolded by Mo Jiu pointing at his nose, Yan Luo frowned slightly for a moment, as if he saw an insect appearing under his feet.

Fortunately, it only lasted a moment, and then Yama returned to normal, and he kept his head down and endured the training.

Mo Jiu looked at her appearance, and because her anger was vented by these words, she finally softened her heart.

I'm afraid this young lady has never been accused like this, right?

Maybe even her father never said that to her.

Moreover, Mo Jiu also understood that this was a sign that Yama cared about him, but in a way that he didn't quite approve of.

"Don't lose your temper like this next time, okay? I know you are also worried about me and don't want me to get hurt." Mo Jiu said softly.

He also believed that after such an incident, Yama would not behave similarly in the future.

Yama Luo responded in a low voice: "Yes."

Mo Jiu breathed out: "I also want to apologize to you. I shouldn't yell at you like this. I'm sorry."

Yan Luo shook his head, his eyes a little strange.

The emotion in her heart at this moment was a little hard to describe, but she actually liked Mo Jiu treating her like this.

She didn't know why she thought this, as if she had seen a similar picture before, and the relationship between the two people in the picture was so close.

Yama thought of something and said, "I also want to apologize to you. I shouldn't... do that to myself."