After being forced to whitewash the villain [Transmigration Book]

As soon as Shen Jimo put Feng Qiyu on the bed, he couldn't wait to take off his clothes, "Is the injury from the previous few days still not healed?"

A few days ago when he was fighting with the snake demon, he himself was injured, but his body was a bit different from ordinary people, every time the wound healed very quickly, he didn't care about Feng Qiyu's injury, how could he ever think……

Shen Jimo frowned in annoyance, but Feng Qiyu suddenly held the hand that picked up the clothes.

"Brother." He called him softly.

"Huh?" Shen Jimo paused, although Feng Qiyu didn't say anything, but he somehow had a bad premonition, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated.

"I'm fine." Feng Qiyu whispered softly, and suddenly raised her hand to pinch his chin to force him to look up at herself, "Last night..."

"I didn't do it on purpose last night!" Shen Jimo hurriedly knocked off his hand, took a few steps back guiltily, and didn't even dare to look at him, and said falteringly: "That last night... I don't seem to, I didn't Put it in the water..." He said with embarrassment and blushed.

In fact, he can't remember clearly what happened last night. He only knows that he reminded himself not to get in the water when he was explaining himself. Your heart, right?

He quietly turned his eyes to look at Feng Qiyu, only to see that his soft face just now had become ugly, and the worst thing was that he was caught by the other party on the spot even when he sneaked a glance.

Feng Qiyu hooked his hands at him with a cold face, "Come here."

Could it be that he really got into the water yesterday, and now this guy is going to settle accounts with him?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt guilty, Shen Jimo simply gritted his teeth and shook his head, "I don't." After finishing speaking, he wanted to explain: "I didn't do it on purpose, I'm going to change the water right away, you calm down the fire." About to turn around and leave.

Feng Qiyu's face became more and more ugly, he closed the door with a wave of his hand, and then drew Shen Jimo to his side with a claw.

Shen Jimo was caught off guard, and his knee hit the edge of the bed, and he fell directly onto the bed. Feng Qiyu turned over and pressed him under her body. Her eyes were still bitingly cold, but she didn't say a word, and leaned over. Kissed his lips.

Shen Jimo was stunned, and looked at his face that might be approaching without blinking, and didn't even know that the other person stuck his tongue into his mouth.

Feng Qiyu is not a person who will wrong herself, and the interruption of a good thing last night does not mean that he will not get it back today.

After the kiss, he slowly raised his head, facing Shen Jimo's shocked eyes without stopping, even leaned over to kiss his forehead again, all the way down.

Naturally, his hand was not free, and it naturally reached for the belt around his waist.

Shen Jimo snapped back to his senses, tightly guarding his belt, speechless with embarrassment, "You, you, you, are you sick? What are you doing!"

Feng Qiyu held his hand that was protecting the belt, took it to touch down, raised her eyebrows slightly, "What are you talking about?"

Shen Jimo looked at him with wide eyes in surprise, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Is he really dreaming?

But Feng Qiyu couldn't help him to be in a daze, she leaned over and nestled into his neck, and took a light bite.

This feeling...

Shen Jimo's heart skipped a beat, and he stretched out his hand to push him, "Feng Fengfeng, Feng Qiyu, you fucking pervert!"

Feng Qiyu acted as if she hadn't heard of it, she still pressed him tightly, sucked/allowed on his neck, and put her hands on the knot around his waist again.

Shen Jimo was really panicked. He pushed, kicked and kicked with hands and feet, and began to speak indiscriminately, "Are you crazy? Don't you dislike men? Don't you hate me the most? Damn it, let go Me, let me go..."

Feng Qiyu turned a deaf ear to his words, and continued to go her own way, with just a light pull, the knot on the waist came loose.

The more he struggled, the more the skin hidden under the clothes was exposed to his eyes.

Feng Qiyu silently looked at his half-exposed chest, and leaned down again.

Shen Jimo's heart was in a mess, almost unconsciously, so he stretched out his hand and summoned the Yingying Sword, and then swept it across.

This sword is full of murderous intent.

Feng Qiyu was indulging in it, although she flashed fast enough, the point of the sword still brushed past his face.

In an instant, drops of blood dripped down, staining Chengying's sword tip red.

After breaking free, Shen Jimo immediately turned over and got up on one knee with a sword in one hand, but he didn't forget to pull the clothes that had been pulled into a mess by Feng Qiyu when he knelt down on one knee.

Frowning and looking at Feng Qiyu, Shen Jimo gritted his teeth, "I won't be polite if you mess up again."

Feng Qiyu wiped the blood off his face with his hand, with a nonchalant expression on his face, "Then let me see, how can you be so rude?" As he spoke, he walked away in a blink of an eye, approaching Shen Jimo.

Shen Jimo's heart tightened, and he blocked it with his sword, but it was Feng Qiyu's hands that met him.

He was soft-hearted in the end, and couldn't bear to really hurt him.

But Feng Qiyu just calculated his point, suddenly changed her movements, grabbed his wrist and twisted it, put his hand behind his back, and then pressed him on the table.

Immediately, all the cups and cups on the table fell, and the ceramic scum fell all over the floor.

Feng Qiyu approached Shen Jimo's ear, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, "Is this the only thing you can do?"

Shen Jimo refused to accept it, and tried his best to move, but what he got was Feng Qiyu's tighter resistance.

Feng Qiyu blew softly into his ear, "I said I didn't like men, but..." He paused intentionally, then stuck out his tongue and licked his earlobe, "I never said I didn't like you .”

Shen Jimo feels that his writing is not broken but crazy. Facing Feng Qiyu at this moment, he feels inexplicable fear. Although his hands have been numb by the opponent's pressure, he can't control so much, and his heart is already panicked. He can't think about anything anymore, at this moment he just wants to escape, whether it is to start over in reverse gear, or to be smashed to pieces, as long as he can escape this predicament at this moment, whatever is fine.

"Shangluo!" So he opened his mouth without hesitation and called Shangluo's name, because at this moment, he knew that only Shangluo, the protagonist of this article, could save him from the fire and water.

Feng Qiyu's teasing eyes immediately became indifferent when he heard Yan Ben's teasing, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Shen Jimo's hand, "Do you think he can save you?"

"You lunatic." Shen Jimo felt that his hand bones were about to be crushed, and he gasped in pain, so he didn't want to argue with him too much.

Just when he thought his hand was about to be crushed by Feng Qiyu, the door was kicked open from the outside with a 'bang'.

Shang Luo frowned tightly, without needing to see clearly the scene in the room, he shot at Feng Qiyu.

Feng Qiyu focused her eyes on Shangluo, but she was unwilling to let go of Shen Jimo, and fought back against Shangluo with one hand.

It was already painful to be pinched, but this time it will be accompanied by the other's movements. Shen Jimo felt the pain was unbearable, and finally gave in, "Qi Yu..."

Hearing the sound, Feng Qiyu let go of her hand suddenly.

Shang Luo took the opportunity to hit Feng Qiyu on the chest, and said coldly: "Do you know what you are doing?"

Feng Qiyu glanced at Shen Jimo hurriedly, her heart tightened slightly, but when she looked at Shang Luo, she still curled her lips, "Of course, what I want to do to him is between us, and you, an outsider, What's the matter?"

Shang Luo was furious, and without saying anything else, he attacked Feng Qiyu again.

Feng Qiyu was not to be outdone, and tried to attack her weaknesses.

Shen Jimo's hand hurt as if it was broken, and he didn't care about them at all.

Zhou Ling came late, and after seeing Shen Jimo's miserable state, he hurried forward and gently held his hand, "How is senior brother?"

Shen Jimo's eyelashes were wet with pain, he slowly raised his head to look at him, gritted his teeth and shook his head.

Even if he died so many times in his previous life, every time he would lose consciousness with pain, how could it be like this time!The bones of the hand were crushed, and the pain was endless.

Zhou Ling frowned and looked at his wrist, only moved it slightly, and heard Shen Jimo gasp, an unknown fire rushed into his heart immediately, and shouted loudly: "Feng Qiyu!"

Feng Qiyu turned her head when she heard the sound, but received another slap from Shangluo.He knew that he had unconsciously acted hard just now, and wanted to go over and have a look at Shen Jimo, but Shangluo didn't give him the chance at all.

Zhou Ling was also angry at the moment, and had no intention of stopping Shang Luo, so he took Shen Jimo out of the room.

In Zhou Ling's room, Xiao Yao looked at Shen Jimo's swollen wrist several times, and cried harder than Shen Jimo, "Does it hurt, Dad?"

A layer of spiritual power attached to Zhou Ling's hand was placed above Shen Jimo's wrist to heal him.

A trace of coolness penetrated into the penis along the skin, repairing the broken hand bones.In fact, it is not as painful as before, but Shen Jimo still has a trace of fear in his heart.

Feng Qiyu just now awakened the long-lost memory in his heart, that cold and evil Demon Lord Feng Qiyu.

He looked down at his hands and said nothing.

Xiaoyao thought he was in pain, so she stroked Shen Jimo's wrist with her fluffy tail, and said in a crying voice: "Dad doesn't hurt, Xiaoyao help daddy."

"Okay." After repairing Shen Jimo's hand, Zhou Ling's frowning brows finally relaxed. He inserted his five fingers between Shen Jimo's five fingers, and interlocked with his ten fingers. , it's all right."

Shen Jimo suddenly came back to his senses, looking at his hand inserted between Zhou Ling's fingers, his eyes moved slightly, "Thank you, Linger."

Zhou Ling smiled: "Brother, you are being polite, what can you say to me to thank you?"

Shen Jimo silently withdrew his hand without saying a word.

There was still a fight next door, and there was a crackling sound.

Although he didn't want to be reasonable, but... thinking of Feng Qiyu's cruelty to him just now, he was afraid that Shangluo would suffer, so he took advantage of the situation to get up.

Zhou Ling grabbed his hand, "Brother, don't go, Brother Shang can take care of it."

Shen Jimo looked down, broke free from Zhou Ling's hand, and walked over.

The two people next door had been playing for so long, and they had lost some money. When Shen Jimo passed by, the two of them were panting heavily on each side.

When Shang Luo saw him, he immediately came up to meet him, and asked anxiously, "Brother, are you alright?"

Feng Qiyu also wanted to go forward, but when he saw Shang Luo going up and down, he stopped abruptly, but his eyes were involuntarily looking at Shen Jimo's hand that was pinched by him just now.

The redness has faded, and it seems that Zhou Ling has already treated him.

Feng Qiyu was slightly relieved, and then she turned her attention to Shen Jimo.

Shen Jimo didn't dare to look at him at all, and kept staring at Shangluo, with a moderate voice, "Stop hitting, I...it's fine."

Shang Luo held his injured hand and breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Feng Qiyu with cold eyes, "Don't do it again, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Feng Qiyu didn't show any weakness, pretended to smile indifferently, and looked at Shen Jimo, "Next time, I won't be so lucky."

Shen Jimo was taken aback by the words, frowned, but still didn't dare to look at him.

He understood what he meant, he really wanted him.It's just that he couldn't figure out why this plot could collapse so outrageously?

Now there is only one way to solve the current deadlock, and that is to let Feng Qiyu win the Sword of Cultivation and let him get the qualification to fight Luo Qingchen. As long as he can win Luo Qingchen, then he... it's time to go home...

Luo Qingchen...

Clenching his fists, Shen Jimo slowly turned his head to look at Feng Qiyu, with lowered eyes, he stretched out his hand to hold Shang Luo's wrist, "Let's go."