The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Mo Jiu slept until the whole night, only to wake up after Xiaoqing and Xiaobai called.

Mo Jiu slowly opened her eyes, glanced at her posture and the thin blanket on her body, and knew that it was Xiaoqing and the others who did it.

Mo Jiu slept well and didn't feel any pain, but she still had to look fragile, just like a jade with a few cracks. It would not be completely broken easily, but with a little force, it would break.

Let these cracks spread into dozens, covering the entire jade.

He spoke weakly, a little feebly: "What time is it now?"

"It's already Haishi, Master, you haven't eaten yet." Xiao Qing said, but her eyes were full of worry.

Over the years, although in the eyes of others, the young master may not have changed much, and he has become more and more domineering and stunning, but in their eyes, it is obvious that the young master has changed a lot, and his temperament and personality are subtly different from those of before.

There is a difference.

If it were a normal change, they would naturally be too late to be happy, but they could see that the young master was not having a good time at all during this time!

He seemed to have lost interest in many things. He stayed in his room all the time, never going anywhere, and often kicked them out and left him alone.

Anyone who stays alone in a room every day will get suffocated, right?

Besides, the young master is simply not someone who can endure loneliness.

The most important thing is that they once entered the room without the young master's permission and saw the young master's face flushed and panting, but there was obviously no one else in the room!

In the end, the young master didn't even rebuke him. He just gradually took a breath and calmly asked them to go out. Don't come in unexpectedly next time. Remember to knock on the door before entering.

The young master who used to be domineering and irritable when angry had become like this, but they couldn't be happy at all.

They would rather have that arrogant young master!

And if Mo Jiu hadn't changed some of his minor habits, Xiao Qing and Xiao Bai would really think that he was possessed by some evil spirit.

Mo Jiu turned around and glanced out the window, and found that it was indeed pitch black, with cicadas chirping and birds chirping from time to time: "It's already this time, why aren't you sleeping? Go back and rest."

"Master, you haven't had a meal since noon!"

They couldn't bear to wake up the young master because they looked tired, but if they didn't wake him up for dinner, it would be early morning, so they could only do this.

Mo Jiuqiong's nose twitched slightly, and she smelled a scent. She nodded without hesitation: "Okay."

Xiaoqing and Xiaoqing were stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other happily.

But they thought of something, and their joy was instantly diluted.

If it were the past, the young master would definitely scold them.

They were all ready to persuade him, but they didn't expect that the young master would be so calm. He didn't even have a trace of anger when he was awakened by them from his sleep.

Mo Jiu didn't know what Xiao Qing was thinking in their hearts. If he knew about their rich psychological activities at the moment, and if conditions allowed, he would really say, 'I'm really hungry, can't I still eat?'

If I don't have a good meal, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat again.

Who can guarantee that the original owner of the next world he traveled to is someone with such an identity and a high background?

If it is a slave or an oiran, it is his turn to serve others.

Mo Jiu sat down at the dining table, looking at the food in front of her which was not a dazzling array, but also delicious and delicious, the corner of her mouth was slightly raised for no reason.

If Yechi is seriously injured, Xiao Muxue's hatred will probably be particularly strong. If you make some preparations, you will probably take action tomorrow at the earliest or the day after tomorrow at the latest.

That was also the day of his death.

After a simple calculation, this was indeed his last meal.

Just as Mo Jiu was about to start, he found Xiao Qing and Xiao Bai looking at him with worried and panicked expressions.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Xiao Qing hesitated: "Master, are you... okay?"

"What can happen to me?"

Xiao Qing pursed her lips tightly. For some reason, he and Xiao Bai just felt a death-like emotion from Mo Jiu's eyes.

It's really baffling, but they just feel it.

But looking at Mo Jiu's normal expression of confusion, they could only wonder if they had been thinking randomly all day long and had hallucinations at this moment.

After finishing the meal, Mo Jiu stood up and looked at Xiao Qing calmly: "You guys go back quickly, I want to rest too."

"good."

They had no reason to stay here any longer, so they took the food and left.

Mo Jiu was about to walk towards the bed, hesitated when raising her feet, and finally walked towards the backyard.

I'm going to die soon, I have to enjoy it one last time.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him and blocked his way.

Mo Jiu immediately took a few steps back and looked at Feng Jiuyou warily: "Why are you back?"

"I came back just to tell you that I'm leaving." Feng Jiuyou looked at the young man calmly and spoke calmly.

You will leave and I will write my name upside down.

How could Mo Jiu not understand her thoughts?

If she was willing to let him go, she wouldn't leave now.

But on the surface, he still wants to continue acting.

Mo Jiu was suddenly stunned. After coming back to his senses, there was a hint of chill in his eyes: "You just left, why did you have to tell me? Do you think I will keep you?"

"Of course I understand. I just thought that after all, we have been together for two years. I should at least tell you before leaving." Feng Jiuyou smiled lightly.

This look greatly stimulated Mo Jiu.

What does this last face-to-face meeting with an old friend mean?

It seems that the hatred between them no longer exists...

Mo Jiu's eyes suddenly revealed a strong hatred, and she suddenly became excited: "Who needs you to say goodbye to me? Who are you to me? You are nothing!"

Feng Jiuyou's smile faded, and there seemed to be a hint of loss in her eyes: "I'll leave right now."

"Then get out!" Mo Jiu's last words were a bit hysterical. No matter what it was, she picked it up and threw it at Feng Jiuyou.

Crack!

The stool hit the wall and shattered into pieces.

When he looked again, Feng Jiuyou's figure had disappeared here.

Mo Jiu stared blankly at the empty space in front of him, then as if to vent his remaining anger, he picked up the stool leg that had fallen to his feet and threw it away again: "Never come back! Bastard!"

After shouting this sentence, he raised his head to the sky, panted violently, and kept taking deep breaths before his emotions gradually calmed down.

At this moment, a drop of moist liquid suddenly slipped down his cheek.

Mo Jiu raised his hand and touched his face, looking at the marks on his palm, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Why...would he cry?