The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

This time, Feng Jiuyou did not lose his mind, but treated Mo Jiu with an almost indifferent and ruthless attitude, which was a bit more cruel than simply rough.

In the end, Mo Jiu was knocked unconscious.

Feng Jiuyou got up and got out of bed, turned around and glanced at Mo Jiu, and found that even though he was unconscious, there was still a trace of black energy emanating from his body.

She could only see fear, but she knew that the emotions emanating from the boy must be more than that.

Feng Jiuyou's cold face showed a trace of fluctuation. He frowned slightly and stretched out a hand to absorb Mo Jiu's emotions, but then he put his hand down.

She will not erase Mo Jiu's negative emotions towards her, and then gradually degrade by relying on his body to make him develop feelings for her.

This is too slow.

She wants him to hate her all the time, and her feelings for Xiao Muxue will become deeper and deeper until...

Feng Jiuyou's expression was calm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed. It was a straight line, but it seemed to have a cold arc.

Just keep sacrificing yourself for Xiao Muxue and keep moving yourself like this.

I want to see if she will still remember you after a few years.

Feng Jiuyou didn't give Mo Jiu any more tenderness. Instead, she raised her finger and formed a huge futon. She sat down cross-legged and closed her eyes to practice.

Let Mo Jiu fall naked on the bed and let him wake up on his own.

After a long time, Mo Jiu slowly opened her eyes and felt the pain coming from her body. She suddenly took a breath of air and her eyebrows wrinkled in pain.

He gritted his teeth and resisted the feeling that his body was about to fall apart. He struggled to get up from the bed and saw Feng Jiuyou sitting on the ground in front of him with her eyes closed.

Realizing that he had woken up, Feng Jiuyou ended his practice and looked over with indifferent eyes: "Awake? Our deal is over."

With just one sentence, Mo Jiu's slightly rosy face turned pale again, making him realize the reality.

He used his body to make a deal with Feng Jiuyou...

But this was a choice he made himself, and he couldn't blame anyone else.

Moreover, he has no regrets.

Mo Jiuqiang sat up completely on the bed and reached out to grab the clothes that were thrown to the corner of the bed. When he found that the distance was not enough, he stretched out one foot to hook them. After several attempts, he finally caught the clothes belt with his toes.

He came over and hurriedly used it to block his body.

After doing all this, he nodded slowly: "Yes."

"But the transaction can continue." Feng Jiuyou's eyes swept over Mo Jiu's feet without leaving a trace, "You can ask Xiao Muxue about his current situation at any time if you want."

Mo Jiu clearly heard what Feng Jiuyou said, that is, he could continue to trade with her. As for the price he had to pay...

He has already made the ‘price’ clear.

Mo Jiu suddenly said: "What if I want you to rescue her? What do you need?"

Feng Jiuyou's eyes were almost sharp.

Mo Jiu was weak and naturally could not resist her momentum. Just one look made his body tremble slightly.

But he did not avoid Feng Jiuyou's gaze, but looked at her without much fear.

He had already sacrificed so much, it seemed like a little more wouldn't be a big deal...

Feng Jiuyou could see through Mo Jiu's thoughts at a glance, and his voice suddenly carried a hint of murderous intent: "Then it will cost you your life!"

Mo Jiu instantly put out this thought.

He has already given his body, and after breaking this bottom line, he doesn't think it is unacceptable to hand it over again.

But if he is required to hand over his life, then he cannot afford the price.

What will happen if Xiao Muxue survives?

Did he sacrifice his life to bring her and Leafpool together?

He has not lost his mind to this extent.

Mo Jiu lowered his eyes.

After realizing that he had given up this idea, Feng Jiuyou's expression calmed down.

The next moment, she disappeared here without saying a word.

Mo Jiu looked around blankly, a dark light flashing in his eyes.

He was not sure whether Feng Jiuyou had left or not, so he still maintained his "Lin Mojiu" appearance. After sitting on the bed for a while, he got out of bed and went to take a shower again.

At this time, a figure appeared in the Tianlan Sect's dressing room.

Feng Jiuyou glanced around and saw that they were all wearing the same style of clothing, only the colors were different to distinguish the outer and inner disciples.

She didn't care at all what she would do if someone found out that the number of clothes was low. With a wave of her hand, the folded and piled clothes in front of her were half of their height.

Immediately, her eyes darkened, and a group of figures were reflected in her pupils.

'Take what I gave you.'

The group of demon cultivators watched helplessly as a circle of black mist appeared in the void in front of them, exuding a frightening aura. They were afraid, but they resisted the numbness in their scalps and did not retreat.

Two clothes of different colors were thrown out. They didn't have any doubts, and the leading demon cultivator hurriedly caught them.

'Remember what I told you.'

"Yes!" These demon cultivators lowered their heads respectfully.

Feng Jiuyou brushed away the black fog in front of her and raised her eyes to look in a certain direction. Xiao Muxue's figure seemed to appear in her pupils.

There was a stern look in her eyes, but if you look closely, you can eventually find a trace of amusement in her eyes.

Hatred is the easiest emotion to control.

As long as she uses it well, she can make people feel grateful to her and seek revenge at all costs. It can also break the trust between people and make them suspicious of each other...

Another figure bathing in the hot spring was reflected in her pupils.

She stretched out a hand and slowly clenched it into a fist, as if she wanted to tightly grasp his figure in her palm.

What she wants can only belong to her.

Feng Jiuyou seemed to smile, and then his expression quickly turned cold.

Lin Mojiu, you are destined to be mine.

...

From that day on, Mo Jiu and Feng Jiuyou had a strange relationship.

He hated her so much that he wanted to kill her, but he took the initiative to kiss her every day in exchange for news about Xiao Muxue.

From the beginning to the end, Feng Jiuyou never expressed a single thought about Mo Jiu and strictly followed the rules of the transaction.

The only thing that is a little harsh may be that she has requirements for Mo Jiu's kissing skills. His skills must be better than the day before every day before she will tell Mo Jiu about Xiao Muxue's current situation.

Forcibly forcing Mo Jiu to gradually become more proficient, so that now, he is probably even more skilled than the oiran in the mortal world. Just relying on his pink tongue, it seems that he can make a person's heart beat.

come out.

But the young man didn't know it yet, thinking that his kissing skills were nothing more than this, so he had no choice but to increase the kissing time. He kissed Feng Jiuyou for a long time with extremely ecstatic skills, and even made her kiss several times.

I almost couldn't control myself and couldn't help but want to kill him directly.

Time passes little by little, like the trickle of a small river, but if you don't pay attention, everything will be taken away.

Two years have gone by in the blink of an eye...