The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Mo Jiu snorted softly from her nose, and Luo Qingwan stopped moving.

"Master, are you comfortable..." She whispered into her ear. The heat hit the base of Mo Jiu's ear, making the ear beads glow pink like cherry blossoms. She opened her mouth and bit it directly with her silver teeth.

With such provocation and teasing, Luo Qingwan's inner desire became more and more intense, almost overflowing from her chest, but she also knew that time was running out and Mo Jiu would wake up at any time, so she reluctantly stopped all actions.

Then, Mo Jiu felt that her Taoist robe had been put on again, and Luo Qingwan was probably sorting out all the traces.

It was indeed planned for a long time.

Mo Jiu sneered and said, 'Is she gone?'

The system shook its head: 'No, she seems... waiting for you to wake up.'

Does this really mean that he can't detect anything strange?

Mo Jiu was stunned for a moment, and then thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was really difficult to detect.

With Mo Xuan's character and experience, even if he did that thing with Long E not long ago, and was so frivolous and offended by Luo Qingwan while he was in a coma, there would be no trace of it after he woke up. Just a weak sense of strangeness would probably not make him feel anything.

come out.

Because the most important thing, and what Mo Xuan could clearly feel, was the trace of Yuanyang in his body. But the Yuanyang had long been taken away by Long E.

Thinking about it this way, everything that happened between him and Long E was also part of Luo Qingwan's plan?

If his Yuanyang is not lost, she will not dare to really take action against him. Only by finding a way to let his Yuanyang fall into the hands of others can she do whatever she wants to him.

At this time, Mo Jiu finally felt her body, and she was about to open her eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she heard Luo Qingwan's anxious cry: "Master, Master..."

The system was surprised and said: 'Host, she seems to be better at acting than you.'

Mo Jiu sneered: 'Then I'll put on a good show for her.'

Mo Jiu opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Luo Qingwan's pretty face full of worry and anxiety. When she saw him waking up, she seemed relieved, and a bright smile bloomed on her face:

"Master, are you awake?"

"Qingwan..." Mo Jiu called out softly and tried to get up, but found that her whole body was sore and weak, and she even felt a numbness in her waist.

What's wrong with you?

Mo Jiu frowned slightly, gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up. As a result, he felt an extremely sore feeling coming from his waist, which made him involuntarily bite his lower lip, and let out a weak hum from the gap between his lips.

A thin blush appeared on his cold face, as if he felt a little ashamed. He always felt that he had made such a sound at a certain moment, but he didn't want to think about it, so he had to put it behind him and show the majesty of being a master.

Mo Jiu looked at Luo Qingwan coldly: "What are you doing here?"

He noticed something strange about himself and felt it was very strange. Luo Qingwan happened to be the only one here, so he naturally doubted her.

Sharp eyes swept across Luo Qingwan's face, her expression remained unchanged, she raised the hand holding the jade bottle and shook it: "Qingwan has made the elixir and wanted to report to the master. Then she saw the master lying on the bed. Why?

I can’t even wake him up.”

is that so?

Mo Jiu didn't find any clues on Luo Qingwan's face, and there were no flaws in her words. But where did the strangeness in her body come from?

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Seeing this, Luo Qingwan lowered her eyes slightly, and there was a bloody glimmer in her clear pupils.

She looked excitedly at Master's confused eyes. She had no idea what had happened before, nor how bad things she had done to him. She had no idea about it. It was like a little white rabbit falling into a trap.

, and simply thought that there was no danger.

Mo Jiu was a little bored, which was an extremely rare emotion for him.

Because this strangeness came out of nowhere, and he still had a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had the same feeling after doing the same thing as Long E...

But his only suspicion, Luo Qingwan, made him give up his thoughts at this moment. He didn't think she had such a method, so he had to attribute the reason to the strangeness that lingered from that day to this day.

Mo Jiu stretched out a hand: "Give me the elixir."

Luo Qingwan handed the jade bottle over, and her fingertips accidentally touched his palm. Mo Jiu retracted her hand instantly.

"Master, what's wrong?" Luo Qingwan raised her eyes and asked doubtfully.

Mo Jiu's eyes were filled with shock. The moment Luo Qingwan's fingertips touched his palm, his hand seemed to be shocked by electricity, and he withdrew his hand almost instinctively.

Looking at Luo Qingwan with somewhat confused eyes, Mo Jiu felt that her reaction seemed to be too great, and pursed her thin lips: "It's nothing."

He took the jade bottle, poured out the elixir, and then smelled it habitually. The familiar fragrance calmed his irritable mood, and his face finally returned to calmness and coolness.

"You did a good job." Mo Jiu praised.

Luo Qingwan smiled lightly.

"Pfft!" The master and the disciple looked at the alchemy furnace at the same time, and Luo Qingwan asked: "Master, what are you practicing?"

"Spiritual Transformation Pill."

"so much?"

"Well, when my master plans to let Qingxuan leave the sect again, he will take these spirit-transforming pills out and sell them in exchange for some rare spiritual herbs."

Luo Qingwan suddenly said: "Master, why don't you give me these spiritual elixirs to sell? My sister doesn't know how to make elixirs, and she can't tell whether the materials are real or fake. It's okay to find them in some valleys. If you want to find someone to buy them, just

I’m afraid of being cheated and buying fake spiritual herbs without knowing it.”

Mo Jiu listened carefully and thought it made sense. She nodded gently: "Then you can go."

"Thank you, Master." Luo Qingwan smiled, "What materials does Master need? Disciple, write it down."

"A hundred-year-old soul-forging flower, a hundred-year-old blood-melting grass, a hundred-year-old..."

Luo Qingwan listened quietly, her expression unchanged at all. Only she knew how violent the waves were in her heart.

Because this is clearly the other material for the immortality pill that the master in the previous life refined besides her!

Master...have you already started preparations at this time?

Has he fallen in love with her a long time ago?

But why would he give his body to others?

There is only one possibility, that is, Master does not love her at all, and he is just deceiving her by saying he wants to be with her forever.

Luo Qingwan suddenly took a few steps back and almost hit the pill furnace. Mo Jiu grabbed her from the air and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Luo Qingwan shook her head and lowered her head to prevent Mo Jiu from seeing her gradually red pupils.

If this is the truth, then what are her self-righteous thoughts?

So why did he accept her as his disciple?

Luo Qingwan thought of a possibility that horrified her. She didn't want to believe it, but there was a voice in the dark saying: This is the truth.

Mo Jiu accepted her as his disciple, just to 'plant' medicinal herbs. This medicinal herb was destined to be thrown into the alchemy furnace and become the most important material for refining the elixir.

She is material.

From the moment I became a disciple of Mo Jiu.

'Haha...hahahaha!'

Luo Qingwan laughed crazily in her heart.