The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 273 Painting

It can be said that Mo Jiu is now the one who is held in the palm of the hand and loved by the entire Baihong Valley.

After all, even the former "Baihong Valley Group Beloved" Wen Muxi came to take care of him, and his identity and status were clear at a glance.

Mo Jiu was also happy about this, because now he was no longer the 'little fairy boy' who had to eat and drink. This made him who was used to not eating always feel that part of the day was missing.

But overall he is still very satisfied with Feng Jiuyou's service to him...

‘Tsk.’ Mo Jiu let out a light tut.

Why do you think of her again?

‘Host, you’re not going to leave, are you?’ The system’s face was full of sorrow.

Mo Jiu's expression changed slightly.

He never said it, but it was obvious that the system urged him to leave this world too often.

It's not that there's anything wrong with urging him. In fact, what he wants is to leave the world as soon as possible.

But this is inconsistent with the character of the system.

Based on his description, it has created countless games, and only half of them have been completed until now. It is the one that is least anxious, so how can it keep urging itself?

There is only one possibility...

But Mo Jiu felt that the system was still the same as before. At most, it was slightly influenced by the main god, so it urged him to leave as soon as possible. It might not even realize this.

How dangerous is this next world that the Lord God can’t wait for him to go?

Could it be that he is a villain so vicious that tens of thousands of people want to get rid of him?

Mo Jiu sneered in her heart, and then said naturally: 'Why are you so anxious? If you press me again, I will stay here.'

The system immediately opened its eyes and raised its hand to make a zipper motion on its mouth.

Mo Jiu couldn't help but chuckle. The reason why he felt that the Lord God didn't have a body seizing system was because the way it urged him was always cute and cute, and it never forced or threatened him. He had noticed it a long time ago, but

Don't tell the truth.

If one day the Lord God is forced to take over the body or control the system...

Mo Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the luck swimming in his mind.

Now that things have happened, he doesn't seem to have any power to resist.

But it's not enough, so he will endure it until the Lord God touches his bottom line.

He took another look at the system and was surprised to find that it had already started playing the game, but its face was wrinkled with grievances written on it.

Mo Jiu almost laughed again.

This system only stayed with him for a short time, only four worlds, but it made him like it much more than the previous system that followed him for more than a dozen worlds.

At least he would never think of formatting this system once, and if the Lord God wanted to touch it, he would have to ask if he agreed first.

At this moment, a figure in a white dress, barefoot and wearing jade bracelets appeared here.

Mo Jiu raised his eyes and looked at Shen Yuehan.

It's time.

He really wanted to see the next world.

"Lian'er, what's wrong?"

As soon as Shen Yuehan appeared here, she found that the young man was sitting on the bed, with his hands on both sides of his body and his two white calves hanging by the bed. After seeing her, he looked up directly.

"Master..." He called softly, but his voice was extremely hoarse.

Shen Yuehan panicked immediately and came to him in an instant, squatting slightly and reaching out to check his neck and throat.

The slightly cool green onion jade fingers touched the skin, and Mo Jiu's face suddenly turned pale.

He said slowly: "I'm fine."

Shen Yuehan pursed his lips and remained silent. How could he look better like this?

She took out a pill the size of a dragon's eye and handed it to Mo Jiu's mouth: "Take it."

She is not at all worried about Mo Jiu now.

And what she didn't dare to say was that she had foreseen a future in which the boy would die soon. It was the first time that she didn't want to believe in her ability, and it was the first time that she was so scared that nightmares appeared in her mind. ', there was an illusory voice that kept ringing, saying, 'You killed him'!

Her tone couldn't help but become more urgent: "Eat quickly."

Mo Jiu took the elixir, put it in his mouth and swallowed it.

His face turned rosy at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Shen Yuehan let out a sigh of relief. Even she had avoided a certain death future like Wen Muxi's, and Mo Jiu would definitely not die either...

She doesn't allow this to happen.

Shen Yuehan then spoke: "Okay, is there anything you need Master to do?"

She knew clearly that Mo Jiu's appearance meant that he must need her for something.

"I want to draw a painting for Master, is that okay?" Mo Jiu asked softly, looking at Shen Yuehan timidly, as if he was worried that she would refuse.

Shen Yuehan agreed immediately: "Of course."

She thought it was something so simple. Even if it wasn't such a simple request, no matter how difficult it was, she wouldn't refuse him.

As long as it is a boy's request, she will satisfy everything.

"Really?" The young man's eyes brightened instantly. The brilliance of this moment made Shen Yuehan see the first two years in a trance, when he was most carefree.

But now, it can no longer be seen.

When can Mo Jiu return to the boy he once was?

One day, it will definitely be possible...

When Shen Yuehan saw the pen and paper that Mo Jiu had prepared on the bedside table, he immediately swallowed his words of inquiry, and then heard him say: "Master, is it okay to stand here?"

"here?"

"Well, this is fine."

Shen Yuehan stood there and saw Mo Jiu taking the pen and paper. After the previous expression of surprise, he showed a serious look and incomparable concentration.

Looking at Mo Jiu like this, Shen Yuehan couldn't help but recall the boy he used to be. At that time, he was so serious when painting. Even if it was the most ordinary flowers and plants, he would use all his energy to paint them. .

At that time, she thought that Mo Jiu was the incarnation of the nine-petaled holy lotus and that its body was a plant, so she had such empathy for plants. When he was painting all the disciples in Baihong Valley, she felt that he was too naive.

It wasn't until this moment that she understood that painting was the boy's favorite thing, which was why he was so serious and focused.

While she regards painting as a hobby, Mo Jiu loves it deeply.

Shen Yuehan got to know Mo Jiu better, and found that her previous understanding of him was still not enough.

With this kind of self, how can she make Mo Jiu believe that she really loves him?

Shen Yuehan reflected on himself again.

Just when she was lost in thought, the sound of Mo Jiu writing down her pen called her back.

"Did you finish the painting?" She walked over and asked, "Let me take a look at it."

Mo Jiu slowly handed it to Shen Yuehan. She took it and looked at it, but was stunned.

The self in the painting is wearing a white dress, and the facial features on her face are completely similar to her own, with no difference at all.

But that 'self' exudes an indescribable aura, as if it is wrapped in despair and gloom, and has lost all pursuit and desire.

Although alive, he is already dead.