The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

The person in front of me...is not a senior brother!

Cheng Caixuan finally realized what he had noticed for a long time but had never reacted to. How could his senior brother know how to draw? He was too temperamental to do such things and could not calm down at all. Even his master wanted him to inherit her legacy of calligraphy and painting.

Tao, at some point in time, I deliberately tried to force him, but in the end, the senior brother couldn't do anything good at all.

How could a senior brother who knew nothing about music, chess, calligraphy and painting suddenly become so skilled in painting?

Moreover, how long has Master been away just now? Now you have brought Senior Brother back? What about Master and Senior Sister?

Thinking like this, the shock in Cheng Caixuan's heart turned into horror. The fear and horror of facing the unknown was so strong that it almost burst her heart.

Who is this person in front of me?

Or, is he a human after all...

Cheng Caixuan's heart was beating like a drum and his whole body was cold. For a moment, he didn't dare to look directly at that touching and familiar face.

Mo Jiu waited for a long time, but did not receive the compliment she was expecting. She suddenly looked at Cheng Caixuan with some doubts, and found that she tilted her head stiffly, her eyes wandered, and she did not look at the painting in her hand.

Is it because his painting is not good?

Mo Jiu's face turned pale and she bit her lower lip: "Is my painting... bad?"

Cheng Caixuan came to his senses, glanced at Mo Jiu with difficulty, and said perfunctorily: "Very, very good."

But Mo Jiu could tell at a glance that her words were not sincere, and the joy and expectation on her face gradually dissipated.

This is the first time he has encountered such a setback since he has been involved in painting for so long.

So, when Master praised his paintings for being very spiritual, was he just trying to comfort him?

The young man didn't know how to hide his emotions, and his face was quickly covered with expressions of loss and sadness.

Looking at Mo Jiu like this, Cheng Caixuan found it difficult to associate him with a monster. He wondered if there was something wrong with his thinking. In fact, he might be his senior brother... his long-lost younger brother or older brother?

"Are you OK?"

Cheng Caixuan didn't ask if he was okay, but when he asked the boy, he immediately felt a lot of grievances. His eyes, which had cried once before, turned red again, and he whispered: "No, it's okay."

It seemed that she heard the choking in her own words, which really didn't sound like she was "ok". In order to stop her tears, Mo Jiu shrugged her nose vigorously and tried to hold back her tears.

Seeing this, Cheng Caixuan couldn't hold it back and grinned slightly. The way the young man slightly shrugged his pink nose in order to hold back his tears was really cute.

This aggrieved little look made it even more difficult for her to believe that this was a monster who deliberately pretended to be his senior brother.

Moreover, what is he planning?

Cheng Caixuan didn't think there was anything in her that was worthy of being targeted by monsters. Even if she provoked monsters, she probably wouldn't be able to catch them due to her strength. Those monsters should go to her senior sister.

It sounds humble and embarrassing to say it, but it is indeed the case.

The most important thing is that she carefully observed Mo Jiu this time and discovered the difference between him and his senior brother, that is, his eyebrows and eyes are much softer than his senior brother. If the senior brother is like a bright star, he

Just like soft water, it also contains a hint of chill, but it does not give people a sense of alienation or indifference, but is clear and pure like a piece of ice.

Cheng Caixuan also didn't believe that such innocent eyes would appear on a monster, even if it was disguised. It would more or less expose some flaws and flaws, and it would not make her feel so comfortable and peaceful.

With so many thoughts in her mind, in the final analysis, Cheng Caixuan was trying her best to eliminate the fear in her heart, and her fear did dissipate a lot.

"I'm not lying to you, your painting is really good." Cheng Caixuan said slowly.

Mo Jiu stared at her with big watery eyes, blinked slightly, and saw that this time she was sincere.

Then why wasn't it before?

really weird……

Mo Jiu didn't know the reason for the change, but he didn't care very much and was really happy.

He raised his hand to wipe the moisture from his eyes, slightly arched his eyebrows, and chuckled: "Thank you."

Cheng Caixuan's heart beat faster at this moment. She seemed unaware and asked, "Who taught you how to paint?"

"Master." Mo Jiu's eyes suddenly lit up. The intense joy in that moment actually made Cheng Caixuan frown slightly. There was a strange feeling in his heart. He didn't notice it. What followed was a strong shock.

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Master...this is another disciple that Master has accepted? But why don't she, senior sister and senior brother know about it? And he looks exactly like senior brother? Is he his long-lost younger brother or older brother?

Cheng Caixuan had a lot of questions for a while, but it didn't stop her from completely letting go when she heard the word 'Master' from Mo Jiu.

As expected, it was the art of painting taught by the master, so there is absolutely no way that Mo Jiu is a monster.

"When did you enter?" Cheng Caixuan asked.

The joy in Mo Jiu's eyes immediately faded a lot.

The master did not take the initiative to accept him as his disciple, he only agreed after being hard-pressed...

But he recalled it for a moment and spoke: "Two hundred and six days, three hours and a half before the incense was burned."

At that time, Master acquiesced and he called her Master.

Cheng Caixuan: "..."

"Senior brother... who are you?" she asked again.

Mo Jiu opened his mouth slightly, and finally realized that 'senior brother' was not the cry of a monster, but the meaning in a literal sense.

But where does he have any senior brothers?

"No." Mo Jiu shook his head.

"Master, have you never mentioned us before?" Cheng Caixuan frowned, why?

Mo Jiu was a little anxious: "What master? Master is not your master, he is my master, mine!"

Cheng Caixuan looked at his panic and suddenly chuckled: "Well, let me introduce myself. My name is Cheng Caixuan. I am the same master as you. I started before you. You are my junior brother. You should call me

Senior sister is the one."

After saying that, she felt an indescribable expectation in her heart. She really wanted to hear a soft "senior sister" from the young boy's pink lips.

But Mo Jiu frowned, her face bulging like a little bun, and she glared angrily at Cheng Caixuan: "It's my master!"

Cheng Caixuan found it interesting and thought of teasing him, and said deliberately: "It's mine."

Mo Jiu stamped her feet: "Mine!"

"Mine." Cheng Caixuan was extremely happy.

After several times, Mo Jiu's eyes were filled with thick mist, and she gritted her teeth, as if she was about to cry.

Are you going to make me cry?

Cheng Caixuan was a little flustered and quickly comforted him: "Hey, this is not a joke, okay, okay, your master, your master, I won't compete with you, don't cry, don't cry..."

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared here, wearing a white dress and bare feet, wearing white bracelets, staring at Cheng Caixuan coldly.

Cheng Caixuan's heart tightened, the master was back!