The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

In the early morning, the entire Tianlan Sect was shrouded in misty clouds and mist. The morning light shone and the spiritual energy drifted, just like a fairyland on earth.

A splendid palace stands in it, with four jade pillars standing in the corners. In front of it are rows of simple bluestone stairs, with no end as far as the eye can see.

There are twenty-five bluestone stairs on one level, and there is a wide platform on each level.

At this moment, a group of Tianlan Sect disciples dressed in white were doing morning exercises on three platforms.

They lined up in formation, took postures, held swords in one hand, and kneaded tactics with the other. They swung their swords forward according to a special pattern, throwing out beautiful sword flowers, accompanied by a faint sword cry.

Buzz!

But hundreds of people were neatly dancing their swords together. The originally weak sword sounds gathered together and formed an unimaginable power, as if they were going to shatter the sky and pierce the clouds.

Mo Jiu stood under a jade pillar in the main hall, looking at the outer disciples below from a distance, looking for Xiao Muxue's figure in the crowd.

Inner disciples have their own separate rooms and do not need to gather here.

He is not an inner disciple.

But he has an aunt who is a sect elder, so there is no need to come here for morning exercises.

"Host, what are they doing?"

Mo Jiu said calmly: "Morning exercise."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Tell them to stop their morning exercises."

"Oh." The system nodded its little head, half understanding, "That's awesome."

There were so many people, but the host could stop them all by himself.

awesome.

Hearing this, Mo Jiu's face twitched.

From last night to now, the system has not urged him to perform tasks again, as if everything depends on his own initiative.

Is this really what a system should do?

Or is it true that things must be reversed at the extremes? The last one put all his thoughts on work, but this one focuses all his attributes on stupidity and cuteness.

Mo Jiu shook his head, and just as he was about to take a step, a cold voice suddenly came from behind.

"Lin Mojiu, what are you doing?"

Mo Jiu's eyes narrowed, he quickly reacted and snorted: "You don't care what I'm doing."

He turned around and looked at the person who came. The expression on his face had changed in an instant. His brows and eyes were full of arrogance, and his snow-white neck was slightly raised, like a domineering peacock.

"Wow..." The system let out a small exclamation.

Even more powerful.

In fact, this is not difficult for Mo Jiu.

But this is not because he is an actor with extremely high acting skills, nor did he get any props from the system, but because he is the person "Lin Mojiu".

It is more accurate to say that memory is reception, rather than fusion.

He didn't just roughly scan this memory and only write down the important content, just like a passerby. Instead, he really experienced this period of life, tasted its seven emotions and six desires, and felt its joys, anger, sorrows and joys.

Fortunately, the things in his mind are rich enough, and the short memory of eighteen years cannot affect him.

And after traveling through so many worlds, he has already developed a skill, which is to temporarily forget certain memories, and then wipe away the dust on the memory and recall it again when needed.

Therefore, now he is both Mojiu and Lin Mojiu.

It's easy to switch to another personality.

But after Mo Jiu saw the person clearly, he was slightly startled.

The person who came was a woman with creamy skin and a tall figure, a full head taller than him. She had long light brown hair tied behind her head, with a jade-colored hairpin, and her appearance was like the bright moon in the sky, bright and flawless.

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But such a face could not make Mo Jiu fascinated. He had seen too many beautiful faces of Zhang, both men and women.

The beauty of the woman in front of me is not even ranked among the top.

However, she looked very similar to someone he knew, the 'friend' who showed no mercy and cut off his head with a sword...

Mo Jiu was stunned for a moment, then a coldness flashed across his eyes and he returned to normal.

There are all kinds of surprises in the world, just coincidences.

And when he looked at her for the second time, he felt that she was not very similar to that person. It was just that the charm revealed between her eyebrows was very similar, which was enough to give him the illusion.

Luo Ningyun came over: "Why are you staring at me like this? Is there something on my face?"

Mo Jiu glanced at her, then turned his head and returned his gaze to the disciples doing morning exercises below.

She looked like she didn't want to talk to her, and her attitude was very casual.

Luo Ningyun has long been accustomed to Mo Jiu's personality and doesn't care much about it.

She just followed Mo Jiu's gaze and frowned slightly after discovering Xiao Muxue's figure: "Didn't I tell you not to target her again?"

Luo Ningyun didn't know where Xiao Muxue had provoked Mo Jiu, allowing him to target her like this. Almost as soon as he saw her, he would try his best to cause trouble for her.

She had reminded him many times about this, but he never listened and continued to act recklessly.

If this continues, sooner or later there will be some trouble.

Hearing this, Mo Jiu, who was originally in a good mood, immediately darkened. He shook his long hair impatiently and said, "You don't need to worry about it."

"Do you think I am willing to take care of you?" Luo Ningyun also looked cold, "Are you afraid that you will get into a lot of trouble and let me wipe your butt in the end?"

"You are so verbose, shut up."

This scolding was so loud that some of the Tianlan Sect disciples who were doing morning exercises below heard it and looked up in confusion and curiosity.

A trace of anger flashed in Luo Ningyun's eyes.

If Mo Jiu's aunt hadn't been kind to her and asked her to take good care of him, she wouldn't have put down her dignity to accommodate this bad-tempered young master again and again.

And no matter how much you tolerate it, there is a limit. Mo Jiu's words and actions at this moment have exceeded the limit in her heart.

Luo Ningyun raised her hand to teach Mo Jiu a lesson, but the latter suddenly turned her head and looked over, and her whole movement was stunned.

Mo Jiu frowned slightly, with an impatient look on her face, but her pretty red lips were slightly upward, forming a soft arc with her chin.

Such actions made all his words and deeds soften, his domineering words turned into arrogance, and his scolding turned into complaints.

It almost looks like...

He was acting coquettishly at her.

Luo Ningyun was shocked by the idea in her mind, and quickly shook her head to dispel the unrealistic idea.

Mo Jiu is usually arrogant and arrogant, so how could he appear like this?

It must be the way he dressed today that gave her the wrong impression.

In fact, Mo Jiu didn't dress up much. He was wearing the same white clothes as the outer disciples, but it was woven from silk. The pure white clothes without any decorations were worn by him, and he had an extravagant look.

, it feels luxurious, as if it is a jeweled garment.

And he has a gorgeous face, red hair like fire, and his pure white skin can set off his skin color, which is better than snow, with red lips and white teeth, like a person walking out of a painting.

It's a pity that such people have an extremely arrogant character.

Luo Ningyun frowned, but the anger in her heart finally dissipated a lot, and she planned to pull Mo Jiu over and give her a lesson.

At this time, the Tianlan Sect disciples below had finished their morning exercises.

When Luo Ningyun wasn't paying attention, Mo Jiu jumped straight down from here!