The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Feng Jiuyou stood in front of the closet and waited for Mo Jiu.

She has lived for a long time, but at this moment she also feels the emotion called 'suffering'.

It takes too long for a man to take a shower.

Feng Jiuyou frowned slightly, then glanced at the wardrobe from the corner of his eye, and suddenly had the idea of ​​opening it.

She hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out her hand. Just when her fingers were about to touch the wardrobe, the door suddenly opened: "Master! The meeting is about to begin..."

The pupils in Xiaobai's eyes were slightly dilated, glowing with a hollow and dull gray.

After a while, an anxious voice sounded from far away outside the door: "Why didn't you remind the young master?"

Xiao Qing stepped over the threshold and when she looked towards the closet, her eyes instantly became dull.

"Go." Feng Jiuyou looked at them calmly, raised her hand and waved casually.

Xiaoqing and Xiaobai walked out of the room and gently closed the door.

The moment they closed the door, their eyes regained their luster.

"Master..."

Xiaobai opened his mouth, let out a shout, and then his whole body froze.

What did he want to say when he called him Master?

Xiao Qing's eyes also showed deep confusion. He remembered that he was called over by Miss Luo and said that the conference was about to start and asked him to remind...

He held his forehead in pain, thought about it carefully, and found that he had forgotten what he had just planned to do.

Too strange.

Forcibly erasing their short-lived memories, Feng Jiuyou's black robe covering her body seemed to dim a bit, faintly revealing the smooth skin wrapped underneath.

Just using such a small technique cost her so much strength.

Feng Jiuyou lowered his head and looked at his palm indifferently, then put it down. The black robe on his body shrank a lot, from transparent to airtight again, but a slender, round leg was revealed.

After a long time, Mo Jiu finally finished bathing and walked out with wet red hair, matching his brand new white clothes. His eyelashes were stained with water drops, his cheeks were flushed with moisture, and his lips were moist.

His appearance exuded an indescribable aura and allure.

"Okay, come in..." He tilted his head and wiped his long hair while looking at Feng Jiuyou. When he saw her straight long legs, he was instantly shocked.

Mo Jiu looked ashamed and angry and scolded: "You want to act like a gangster again?!"

Feng Jiuyou: "?"

She originally wanted to remind Mo Jiu a little bit, but after he scolded her like this, she gave up the idea.

With a slight composure, she entered Mo Jiu's body without saying a word, letting him sit in front of the dressing mirror and take care of his long hair without knowing anything.

Finally, Mo Jiu tied her red hair into a bun on the back of her head, looked in the mirror, and finally left the room with satisfaction.

"Master, I wish you success in being promoted to an inner disciple."

At the door, Xiaoqing and Xiaoqing had long forgotten what they were going to do, and they blessed Mo Jiu in unison.

Mo Jiu nodded proudly: "Of course I will succeed."

He held his head high and walked towards the main hall.

It wasn't until he got closer that he gradually realized something was wrong. He saw several figures standing in front of the temple through the mist, and there seemed to be a group of black shadows below.

Shouldn't they have already gathered?

Mo Jiu's heart trembled slightly, Yin Ya bit her lower lip, feeling a trace of regret and anxiety in her heart.

But soon, he calmed down and walked there.

So what if I'm late?

"You must remember..."

In front of the main hall, a middle-aged woman was speaking, and all the outer disciples in the audience were listening attentively.

Suddenly, a figure walked over from the side of the hall, and a slender figure gradually became clear in the clouds and mist.

He raised his head slightly, with a haughty look on his face. The red bun on the back of his head was particularly conspicuous against the white clothes, and his aura was even more unique.

He dared to be late for the sect meeting and interrupt the elder's speech. Not only did he not show any sign of admitting his mistake, but he also looked as if he should be like this. There is only one such person in the Tianlan Sect, and that is Lin Mojiu.

Seeing his arrival, the middle-aged woman stopped talking. There was no angry look on her face, but she planned to send a message to Lin Yu beside her.

As a result, before she could send the message, Lin Yu said coldly: "What are you doing? Do you want everyone to wait for you? Do you want me to invite you?"

The voice of this sentence is neither loud nor quiet, but the people here are all cultivators, so how can they not hear it clearly?

Almost everyone's eyes were fixed, with a vague expectation in their hearts, wanting to see this young master who was used to being arrogant and domineering, be severely punished by his aunt.

In public.

Mo Jiu originally walked over with a sense of arrogance, but when she heard Lin Yu's rhetorical question, she suddenly looked anxious and wanted to ask her not to say that.

But seeing Lin Yu's cold face, he swallowed back the words he spoke and could only stand there, looking at her pitifully, with a trace of begging in his eyes.

However, even submissiveness was of no use this time. Lin Yu's expression was as cold as ever: "Why are you looking at me like this? You want me to..."

"Ahem, okay, okay."

Seeing that Lin Yu was about to reprimand Mo Jiu without regard for face, the last elder here quickly stopped her, turned to Mo Jiu and said, "Get down quickly."

Mo Jiu's eyes were slightly red. Being scolded by his aunt in public made him feel helpless and sad.

But he knew that he couldn't lose his temper now, so he nodded lightly, resisted the mocking glances of the outer disciples, walked into the team, and stood next to Luo Ningyun.

Before she could stand still, Luo Ningyun turned her head and said in a low voice with coldness: "Didn't I ask you to come here early so as not to be late?"

Hearing this, Mo Jiu's face was full of astonishment. It turned out that he was still looking forward to comfort from Luo Ningyun, but not only did he not receive comfort, but he was scolded so mercilessly that he immediately lowered his head and his body trembled slightly.

He looked up and his eyes were completely red.

The grievance in his heart reached its extreme.

Obviously I didn't remind him...

After Luo Ningyun finished her scolding, she realized that she was surrounded by fellow disciples. She felt regretful but it was too late. She could only purse her lips tightly and raise her head to look at the main hall again.

In front of the hall, the middle-aged woman continued to speak, and behind her was another elder who sent a message to Lin Yu: 'Calm down, I made your nephew cry. In the end, isn't it still you who feels distressed?'

Lin Yu's cold expression suddenly disappeared, and he sighed softly: 'There is nothing I can do about feeling sorry for myself. In front of so many disciples, I must be fair, otherwise he will be criticized behind his back, and he will be the one who is being ridiculed.'

'The little boy seems to be late for a bath and dressed up deliberately. Could it be because of you? He is going to cry now. Aren't you going to comfort him? Maybe you will take away the little boy's heart.

I've accepted it." An old voice sounded in Xiao Muxue's mind.

Xiao Muxue secretly said: 'Shut up, Xiaochi is right next to me.'

Yechi is also an outer disciple, but due to his weak constitution, he does not need to do morning exercises and participate in some unimportant activities every day after applying to the elders.

Because this time it was related to promotion to an inner disciple, that's why he came with her.

Beside Luo Ningyun, Mo Jiu bit her lower lip with her silver teeth, not wanting to let her tears fall, and a faint trace of blood slowly seeped out.

Feng Jiuyou in her body looked a little silent when she saw Mo Jiu's appearance, feeling regretful for the first time in her heart.

This time, it seemed that she was the one who caused the young man to suffer so much injustice...