The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

As soon as he opened his eyes, Mo Jiu said: "Wait! Don't transfer the memory yet!"

‘Eh? Okay.’ The system’s big eyes widened slightly, wanting to ask the host what ‘memory transfer’ was, but in the end he didn’t dare to speak and nodded directly.

Mo Jiu breathed a sigh of relief.

One second he was in the tomb forest, and the next second he was in a brand new world, and the surrounding environment was completely unfamiliar. With such a huge amount of information, he naturally needed to digest it first before he dared to accept the unknown piece of information.

How many years of memories.

If it lasts more than thirty years, he will suffer unimaginable pain.

But there is no way. If he doesn't receive the memory, he will have no idea what the original owner's personality is and what his habits are.

In this case, it is very likely that the character will deviate from the character as soon as he opens his mouth, and then the system... no, the Lord God will settle the account for not completing the task in the previous world.

Mo Jiu slowly stood up from the bed, a strand of silky long hair hanging down one side of her face.

He stretched out a hand and gently twisted the hair.

Silk hair like snow, silvery white flawless.

This time he has silver hair again?

Forget it, it's better than having red hair.

If it weren't for the stunning appearance in the previous world, I really wouldn't be able to control that kind of hair color.

Silver hair is different, it is considered a normal hair color in these worlds.

After looking at the hair, Mo Jiu immediately noticed this hand. The fingers were slender, slender, and had a bone texture that was not seen in the previous worlds. It was as delicate as a creation carefully crafted by God, and the slightly blue blood vessels were as white as snow.

The skin also looks particularly clear.

Mo Jiu took another look at her feet. They were equally boney and white, but the five toes were pink and tender, with a healthy flesh color.

If Feng Jiuyou saw it, I'm afraid she would grab his feet again...

Why would he think of Feng Jiuyou?

Mo Jiu was stunned and shook his head to get rid of the idea.

That's right, he hasn't had time to suppress and seal the memory of the previous world.

Mo Jiu closed her eyes and was about to bury those memories deep in her mind, but she hesitated.

Because the last world was not like the previous worlds, it did not have too many painful memories, but was very relaxed and pleasant, so...why did he suppress this memory?

However, Mo Jiu had to admit that Feng Jiuyou did leave a deep mark on his heart.

Those memories are neither painful nor false, but if they really want to be preserved, Feng Jiuyou's figure cannot be erased.

And once there are too many profound memories, he will gradually lose himself, and one day he will confuse everything, and feel confused and confused, not knowing whether he is Mo Jiu, 'Lin Mojiu', or someone else.

After struggling for a long time, Mo Jiu finally sighed: "Forget it, at least this world will not suppress this memory."

When he arrived in the next world, he buried all the memories about Feng Jiuyou deeply in his mind.

Then Mo Jiu started to observe this place and was completely stunned.

Isn't this a bit... too down and out?

This place looked like a cave, but it was not the cave he imagined. It was of medium size. Apart from the bed he was sitting on, the only thing that existed was a wide and long wooden table.

There was a long sword placed on it, as well as some miscellaneous things like talismans and magic weapons.

Could it be that the original owner was a rag picker?

Mo Jiu's expression changed a little.

Once you are used to hard times, you will adapt quickly to good times.

But once you are used to living a good life, living a hard life is not easy at all.

Besides, he didn't live an ordinary good life in the last world. Looking at the entire demon world and the Taoist world, it is estimated that few people lived as comfortable and comfortable as he did.

Now he suddenly came to a place that looked like a slum... not so exaggerated, but similar, and he hesitated to speak.

The only comfort he felt was that the power in his body seemed to be much stronger than the cultivation he had achieved with Feng Jiuyou in the previous world, but he just didn't know how to use it, and the stimulation method could keep up with the perfection of the previous world.

different.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he receives the memory, he can wield these powers like an arm.

Mo Jiu took a few deep breaths, then gritted his teeth and said, "Transfer the memory."

There was a rare tremor in his words.

The system voice is very low: 'Host, how do you transfer the memory?'

Mo Jiu: "???"

He laughed out loud: "Are you the system or am I the system?"

"Why are you still hanging around? Go find it."

'Ugh...' The system was extremely aggrieved. It didn't know why it had forgotten how to transfer memories, so it had to frown and look for the function of transferring memories.

It took a long time, so long that Mo Jiu made mental preparations three times, and the fourth time was almost wasted again.

"Haven't found it yet?"

‘Right away… Oops, I found it!’ the system said in surprise.

"Wait, let me get it right..."

The system delivers the memory.

Mo Jiu's words were suddenly interrupted, and many images suddenly appeared in his mind, filling his entire brain in an instant.

He temporarily forgot that he was Mo Jiu, and also forgot the identity of 'Lin Mojiu' in the previous world, Feng Jiuyou, Xiao Muxue, Luo Ningyun... everyone became unimportant and were all affected by this turbulent period.

, the endless memories were squeezed into the corner, and only one picture kept flickering.

"Ah..." Mo Jiu let out a weak, painful groan from her lips, and a trace of transparent and viscous fluid flowed out from the corners of her lips, staining a strand of beautiful silver hair.

If someone were here, they would see a man with a cold temperament and handsome face lying on his back on the bed, his body constantly trembling, covered in cold sweat, and glowing with a moist and attractive sheen, as if he was the most delicious

The delicacies are the same.

Fortunately, this place is a man's cave, and no one can come in. Otherwise, this flower of the high mountains will be easily seized and picked off by some people.

And at a certain moment, a faint light lit up inside the man's body, which was pure milky white.

After this light came on, the intensity of his body trembling significantly weakened, and his moans and groans were no longer painful, but became tactful and melodious, almost deliberately seducing people into committing crimes.

After a while, Mo Jiu opened his eyes with difficulty. His eyes were slightly soaked by the sweat that fell from his forehead, making his vision blurry.

Is this... the end?

He was thinking vaguely, not understanding the situation for a while, and could only feel the pain weakening.

Immediately, a strong feeling of weakness came over him. Even with his level of cultivation, he could not withstand the intense consumption of his soul. He simply closed his eyes and fell asleep directly.