After being forced to whitewash the villain [Transmigration Book]

Ben's nervous mood was immediately replaced by anger, and Shen Jimo looked at him angrily, "Are you sick? Do you think everyone is like you..." As he spoke, he couldn't help blushing, but he didn't know Whether angry or ashamed, "Shang Luo is a gentleman, so he wouldn't do such things!"

"Very good." Unexpectedly, Feng Qiyu not only didn't get angry when he heard him praise Shangluo, but chuckled in a good mood, and let him go, "Didn't you come here to ask for peace with me? Then let's talk." Bar!"

Shen Jimo immediately got up from him, tidied his clothes a little, gathered the cloak outside, looked at him squarely, and immediately cut to the point, "What exactly do you want?"

"What do you think, brother, don't you know?" Feng Qiyu also sat up slowly, looked at him at the same level, and raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Aren't you... the one who knows me best?" The words were bitten hard.

Shen Jimo didn't know if the understanding he said was that understanding, he immediately became a little unnatural, and frowned slightly.

"Let him go about the past. I'm not a person who likes to worry about everything. I only look at the present." He stretched out his hand towards Shen Jimo, but seeing Shen Jimo shrink back again, he immediately raised his eyebrows , "If you want me to let those people go, then senior brother... you have to show some sincerity?"

"...?" Shen Jimo was a little puzzled, his brows furrowed more and more.

Feng Qiyu got up suddenly, put one hand on the table in front of him, and leaned closer to him, "Shen Jimo, your medicine body is really the best that the six worlds covet." Scanning around the body, the meaning of infringement is unclear, "It's a pity not to be a stove..."

Shen Jimo's heart tightened when he heard the words, and he looked at him in disbelief, "You said..."

"Shhh!" Feng Qiyu didn't wait for him to finish speaking, she stretched out a finger to cover his lips, and continued: "Even if senior brother doesn't commit himself to this seat, but this seat can guarantee that the whole world agrees with this seat There are not a few people, but he, Shangluo, a little Xuanling Sect master, how long can he protect you?"

Even if he died, he would not be willing to submit to others and be the one who can be picked by others.

Shen Jimo looked at him angrily, and wanted to speak again, but was still interrupted by him.

"Of course, senior brother can also die, which can not only preserve his innocence, but also avoid causing trouble to Shang Luo. But... senior brother, you should think about it. Right now, Shang Luoke is still waiting for you to save him! Do you choose to sit and watch?" Watching Shangluo's spiritual power exhausted and dying before you, or choose to sacrifice yourself to be the furnace of this seat, so that Shangluo will have no worries for the rest of his life?"

"..." Shen Jimo tightly held the hem of his clothes with his hands hidden under his sleeves. He looked at Feng Qiyu angrily, and felt more...but it was pain, as if being held so thinly by someone. It was as if the needle had been stuck, and I couldn't tell where the pain was, but the whole atrium was hurting.

Seeing that he was silent, Feng Qiyu got up slowly, and looked at him condescendingly, "I won't force you, you will stay here tonight, tomorrow, I will wait for your answer." He said He walked to the high place again, and after returning to his seat, he did not forget to look at Shen Jimo again, and smiled evilly, "Mo'er, send Mr. Shen back to his room to rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl who had just retreated came in from outside the hall. After bowing to him, she slowly walked up to Shen Jimo and made a gesture of invitation to him, "My lord, please follow me." I'll come!" The voice was still a little disdainful.

Shen Jimo didn't have the heart to argue with her, he frowned and looked at Feng Qiyu complicatedly, clenched his hands tightly, and flung his sleeves away.

It's just... It's a big joke in the world, it turns out that he is in the other party's heart, not even a girl who stays in bed.

Shen Jimo looked up at the bite mark on Mo'er's neck, and his heart tightened again and again, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable.He followed Mo'er without saying a word the whole way, until the two of them stepped into a small quiet courtyard, Mo'er turned to look at him with an unkind expression on his face.

"Well, this is your future residence, because no one has lived in it for a long time, so if you want to sleep tonight, you may need to clean it yourself." She pointed to the room that was still covered with cobwebs, smiling gently .

Shen Jimo glanced casually, walked in slowly without making a sound, picked up his sleeves and went to tidy up the messy room.

After all...it is impossible for him to let Shangluo die for him, but...he will not accept it, before he finds a way, perhaps, it is not impossible for him to really need to stay here for a few days.

Mo'er, who wanted to make things difficult for him, saw that he was so nonchalant and angry, she couldn't help snorting coldly, and said sarcastically, "He's a man! Like a pregnant woman who is pregnant." Seeing that he couldn't even bend down, Mo'er was even more mocking, "It's a waste of a good body."

Shen Jimo didn't care about the second half of her sentence, but the first half of her sentence made his heart tense. In order not to let her see the clue, he deliberately forced himself to bend down and squat down, doing everything so naturally and casually .

After stabbing him a few times and seeing that he didn't respond, Mo'er also felt bored, and finally left here without even saying hello.

Shen Jimo didn't heave a sigh of relief until he couldn't feel her breath. When he looked up, he saw a spider falling from the beam. With a sweeping aura, the spider was ejected thousands of miles away.

Looking at the almost abandoned yard, Shen Jimo sighed helplessly, and Yu Ling cleaned it up again. After entering the house, he found that there was not even a bed in the house.

The way of hospitality of this Demon Race is truly unprecedented...

Frowning and letting out a sigh of relief, Shen Jimo still came to the courtyard, and flew onto a tree, intending to spend the night in the tree.

The little guy probably slept for a long time during the day, and became very active at night, and he didn't know why he was so excited.

Shen Jimo touched his stomach helplessly, and whispered: "If your father knows that you are so active, he will be very happy."

The little guy seemed to understand his words, and suddenly stopped moving.

It didn't move, and Shen Jimo also calmed down. He closed his eyes and leaned against the tree, and fell asleep after a while.

In the early morning of the next day, the little guy woke up earlier than him. For some reason, he was so excited that he broke out in his stomach.

Although the five-month-old child's strength is not very strong, Shen Jimo still felt a little uncomfortable when he made such a fuss, and slowly woke up from his sleep. Before he opened his eyes, he reached out and touched his stomach to comfort him. Looking at the fetus inside, "Don't make trouble with the baby, let Daddy sleep for a while." He was in a tense state yesterday, and he was a little overworked because of the punting, so he was really sleepy this time.

Unexpectedly, he would wait for the baby in his stomach to give him a response. A cold hand grabbed his wrist, and the owner of that hand's cold voice followed.

"Shen Jimo, so you are here, so I can find you easily."

It's Feng Qiyu.

Shen Jimo immediately woke up, and wanted to step back to distance himself from him, only to realize that there was no way to retreat behind him.

Feng Qiyu was very displeased that he was always avoiding her reaction, instead she pulled him into her arms with all her strength, "You...can you think clearly about what I told you last night?"

Shen Jimo struggled to take his hand out. He wondered if it was because of his pregnancy, but he felt aggrieved in his heart.

No matter how bad it is, he was raised by himself, right?Why doesn't he always see himself as a human being?Furnace cauldron...that's an even more insulting status than being forbidden.

Unable to open his hand, Shen Jimo blushed and stared at him fiercely, "Do you have to insult people like this? Ever since I was a child, how can I feel sorry for you? Why...why did you treat me like this? I..." Growing up, this was the first time he experienced the feeling of being cried by others, and he couldn't help but feel more and more wronged, and tears fell down from the corners of his eyes without disappointment.

Feng Qiyu didn't expect him to cry, slightly surprised, but more distressed.

Frowning, she raised her hand to wipe his tears, but Shen Jimo ruthlessly opened her hand.It was also the first time for him to be so patient. Not only was he not angry, but he reached out and stroked the corner of his eyes again, "What's wrong with being my lord's stove? What Shangluo can give you, I can give you as well. This seat can even protect you better than him." In fact, what he wanted to say was, what's wrong with being the queen of this seat?I don't know why it became like this again.

Shen Jimo almost gave up hope for him. After crying, he calmed down and knocked off his hand again. Shen looked like him, "Does it mean that as long as I'm your... furnace, you can No harm?"

After all, he couldn't let Shang Luo get hurt because of him, and Feng Qiyu...

His eyes darkened, and Shen Jimo slowly avoided his eyes.

Feng Qiyu was overjoyed when she heard the words, "Naturally, a gentleman's words are hard to follow."

"That's fine, I'll do as you please." Shen Jimo calmly looked at the bright sun under the tree, his heart throbbing slightly.

I heard that the demons seldom see the sun, but I didn't expect to meet him on the second day of my arrival.

"That's the case, then I'll take care of things tonight!" Feng Qiyu showed joy, wrapped her arms around Feng Qiyu's waist, and flew him down from the tree, "Tonight, This seat will welcome you here, and pay homage to your marriage."

Shen Jimo was startled when he heard it, and hurriedly looked up at him, "What kind of marriage?"

Isn't it a furnace?

"Of course we are married." Feng Qiyu lightly smiled and pecked him on the cheek, "Didn't you say that you and Shang Luo are not yet married? Then I will put on ten miles of red makeup tonight and marry you into my marriage." The gate of the devil world."

It was... just wanting to have a fight with Shang Luo, trying to strike first before him...

There was a flash of disappointment in his heart, and Shen Jimo hummed lightly, but said nothing.

Feng Qiyu was indulging in her own joy, and didn't notice Shen Jimo's loss. After reaching out to announce the news, she suppressed the joy in her heart and looked at Shen Jimo again, "Then I will go back and prepare first. I'm here to pick you up again tonight."

"Okay..." Shen Jimo tried his best to smile, and immediately frowned after sending him away, touched his lower abdomen, and said with a little reproach: "Be good, okay?"

Hearing the words, the little guy immediately became obedient and stopped moving.

Shen Jimo never thought that things would develop to this point.