The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

For a long time, the color of the sky outside changed twice. The sun was high and the light was the brightest, but the room was still dark, as if it was shrouded in black mist, and people and things were swallowed up by the darkness.

You could vaguely hear the sound of someone standing up, and then all the darkness quickly disappeared. After receiving permission, rays of sunlight finally dared to shine in through the window.

They saw Mo Jiu lying on his back on the bed, motionless, as if he had lost his life.

His eyes were always covered by his arms, so I couldn't see his eyes, and I didn't know if he shed tears. I could only see his body twitching occasionally, and a deeply suppressed sob or sound coming from his lips.

Only by taking a breath can he prove that he is alive.

Everything on Feng Jiuyou's body was transformed by black energy. After getting out of bed, with a slight movement of her mind, her whole body became clean and tidy. A dark red robe emerged, gradually covering her body.

In just the blink of an eye, Feng Jiuyou became noble again, still carrying a superior temperament, and was a ruthless and indifferent Demon Lord.

Only when she looked at Mo Jiu, her emotionless eyes had a trace of warmth. Her eyes swept across his body, and her brows couldn't help but frown.

She seemed to have gone a little too far, and even her will was not completely under control of herself. In the end, it was almost all instinctive actions.

But after Feng Jiuyou thought about everything last night, she realized that her loss of reason was not unreasonable. Mo Jiu bit her lip and suppressed it, but a moan still escaped from her lips and teeth, and she grabbed him several times.

arms, and saw that his previously arrogant and disdainful eyes became fragile, the crimson color turned into mist, soaking his eye sockets, and the most wonderful thing...

Feng Jiu exhaled slowly and slowly, feeling that she had been very boring for thousands of years, and only now did she discover something truly interesting and precious.

Feng Jiuyou hugged Mo Jiu into her arms, her movements were very gentle. The boy's body trembled violently, even the crystal toes on his two feet tensed up, and the soles of his feet bent into an uneasy arc.

But the next moment, he was silent again, lying quietly in her arms, his head leaning on her chest, rare to be well-behaved, rare to be quiet, rare to be... fragile.

After last night, Feng Jiuyou had a special fascination with Mo Jiu's eyes, and now she planned to move his arm away to see what his expression would look like now.

Mo Jiu's hands suddenly clenched into fists, and his whole body suddenly stiffened. His arms were tightly pressed against his eyes, preventing Feng Jiuyou from succeeding easily.

Feng Jiuyou tried several times but to no avail. She didn't want to hurt Mo Jiu, so her strength was always very light.

"Mo Jiu, listen." Feng Jiuyou said helplessly.

Mo Jiu felt that her arm suddenly lost strength, and when Feng Jiuyou pulled it away, it fell weakly to her side.

Here it is again... With just one word from her, he can take away all his ability to resist.

Mo Jiu originally closed her eyes tightly, but when she thought of this, a surge of sadness and hatred suddenly emerged in her heart, and she opened her eyes as if she was giving up on herself.

He can't resist, so he has to obey...

Feng Jiuyou lowered her head, and when she saw Mo Jiu's eyes, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The young man's eyes were red, and even his eyelashes seemed to be stained with red. He looked pitiful and attractive. He was completely different from his usual arrogant and domineering young master attitude, and he seemed to be a different person.

But what shocked Feng Jiuyou was that even so, Mo Jiu did not shed a single tear, as if this was the only thing that could prove that his dignity still existed. As long as one drop fell, even the remaining pride would be gone.

Originally, she had watched it several times last night, and tears had already filled her eyes, as if they would fall down at any time, but in the end, not even a drop fell, and he swallowed it up stubbornly.

Looking at his lips again, the originally tender red lips were stained with a dark color. He bit them to pieces and turned into a little bruise on his lips, just to resist the urge to cry.

This shows how arrogant Mo Jiu is.

Feng Jiuyou pursed her lips, and she inevitably felt a trace of regret in her heart. She shouldn't have lost control like that last night.

Then there was a rare feeling of pity. If there were demon cultivators here who knew her identity and saw the guilt and tenderness in her eyes, even just a trace would be enough to shock their jaws.

And Mo Jiu's eyes moved slowly, capturing Feng Jiuyou's current brilliance, as if nothing had happened before, and he was the only one who fell from the human world to hell, desperate and embarrassed, having the most important thing taken away from him.

He gritted his teeth in pain, his eyes filled with sadness.

Seeing this, Feng Jiuyou lowered his head and kissed Mo Jiu gently. He immediately had a huge reaction, struggling to shake his head, his movements full of resistance, and said tremblingly: "Don't..."

He didn't want to be deprived of his emotions anymore.

He wants to hate her.

He wants revenge.

And as if she understood his thoughts, Feng Jiuyou actually didn't absorb his emotions.

Mo Jiu was startled, and gradually stopped struggling, no longer resisting, but accepted Feng Jiuyou's kiss obediently, feeling a trace of gratitude deep in her heart.

"Go take a shower?"

Feng Jiuyou knew that Mo Jiu loved to be clean the most, and it must be hard for him to have such a sticky body on his body.

With the obedience just now, Mo Jiu nodded subconsciously when he heard the words. When he came to his senses, he quickly changed his words: "I... I wash it myself..."

"Okay." Feng Jiuyou said softly.

Mo Jiu couldn't believe that Feng Jiuyou would agree to him, and there was a trace of gratitude in his heart that even he himself could not detect.

"Then I'll carry you into the hot spring."

Mo Jiu opened her lips and wanted to refuse, but thinking that Feng Jiuyou had just agreed to her two conditions, she had to swallow the words of rejection again.

It wasn't until his body fell into the hot spring and the warm water flowed through his body and slid over his red-scarred skin that he felt like he was alive again.

Feng Jiuyou chuckled at him: "Call me after washing. You have just lost a trace of your true yang. Your body is very weak and you cannot move freely."

Mo Jiu looked at her smile and listened to her gentle voice, and suddenly felt that she was not the one who treated him so roughly.

He quickly lowered his head, no longer looking at her, and did not respond.

Feng Jiuyou didn't care. Any man who had just experienced that kind of thing should take some time to relax.

She retreated into the room.

‘Host, are you okay?’ The system’s tone was rarely so panicked.

Mo Jiu leaned against the wall of the pool and slowly closed her eyes: 'It's okay.'

'Is it really okay?' The system's big eyes were full of disbelief, 'I clearly saw her torturing you like that!'

Mo Jiu herself was confused: 'How to torture?'

'She is sitting on you like a stool. I feel like she wants to crush you to death!'

"Ahem!" Mo Jiu was choked and scolded it coldly, 'Shut up and go play your game!'

The system is extremely aggrieved: ‘…嘤’

It is obviously caring about its host.

Is it really not painful for the host to be tortured continuously like that?

It hurts just looking at it!