Who is the teenager in the gorgeous clothes?

When the young man strangled Yuan Liufeng to death, he said, "I wasted my Liu family's resources."

"Liu family..."

Liu Feng thought, "Sister-in-law, prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Feng'er wants to paint again?"

Junyao's eyes lit up.

"no."

Liu Feng smiled and shook his head. After Junyao was ready, he picked up the brush and painted on the drawing paper. Junyao's face suddenly showed a look of surprise.

Because Liu Feng did not write spiritual paintings.

There are two types of drawings and scores.

One is spiritual painting, which requires painting power to communicate with the world, and eventually form works with powerful power and become spiritual paintings. For example, Liu Feng’s previous work in a restaurant, although it is just a low-grade spiritual painting, if it exerts its power, it also has a rock-like defense.

This is spiritual painting.

The other is ordinary painting.

There is no need for painting power, you can write it by lifting your pen. Everyone can draw, everything can be drawn, and there is only the function of ornamentation. Now, this is what Liu Feng paints.

"Why is the wind so wasted?"

Junyao felt a little distressed.

That was the Mobao that she had finally obtained in a restaurant. She also hoped that these things would help Liu Feng practice until she took the big exam.

Liu Feng didn't say anything and finished drawing soon.

On the drawing paper, a portrait appeared soon, and it was the young man in gorgeous clothes who had killed Liu Feng before.

"Does my sister-in-law know this person?"

Liu Feng pointed at the person in the painting.

"Is this a human?"

My sister-in-law was stunned for a long time because Liu Feng painted it so ugly. She had a pig-headed face. When Liu Feng saw this, she sweated heavily, "Just roughly similar."

"resemblance?"

Junyao frowned slightly, and after thinking for a long time, she finally came up with someone, "It seems to be quite similar to Zhang Feng. What did Feng'er do?"

"nothing."

Liu Feng smiled, "I always feel that he will be my enemy."

"No. Zhang Feng is the son of Aunt Zhang, but he is just a servant of the Liu family. How could he be your enemy?"

"Ah, by the way."

Junyao suddenly thought of something, "A few days ago, because of the quota of painting hall, the Liu family also looked for me, and seemed to want Zhang Feng to go to painting hall instead of you."

"Painting Hall? Quota?"

Liu Feng's mind moved.

"Um."

Junyao explained, "Every year, there are a few people in the Liu family who go to the painting hall to study. There are only five places. First, the disciples of the Liu family will be first, and then it will be the servants of the Liu family. Zhang Feng is the most qualified servant, but this year, the five places of the Liu family have been filled, so it is naturally not his turn."

"So pay attention to hitting me?"

Liu Feng guessed it roughly.

This is easy to understand.

If Liu Feng is killed, Zhang Feng can successfully participate in the Huatang instead of Liu Feng. However, now it is February and March is about to have the entrance exam, and the Huatang will definitely end. What should I do if I want a quota?

"Is there something wrong with the Huatang?"

Liu Feng asked.

"Painting Hall?"

Junyao thought hard for a while before saying, "I heard before that Mr. Huatang had to evaluate the students before the big exam and gave out many prizes to motivate students to improve."

"I see."

Liu Feng understands clearly.

No wonder there was no movement for several months. I saw that this issue of Huatang was about to end before I killed Liu Feng. Is it because of the reward for Huatang assessment?

Kill Liu Feng and replace him.

Then I participated in the painting hall assessment, won the prize, and when there was a dispute over interests, everything was explained.

"What's wrong?"

Junyao wondered.

Liu Feng smiled.

He knew that he couldn't blame Junyao.

Junyao is busy with his medical expenses every day, so how can he listen to gossip? If it weren't for Liu Feng's mention, Junyao wouldn't have thought of the Painting Hall.

"Oh, you can paint, wouldn't you just happen to be able to take the assessment?"

Junyao's bright eyes lit up.

The dim cottage seemed to have shiny all of a sudden. Liu Feng was stunned when he looked at it. Jun Yao's face turned blushing and could hardly raise her head.

"My sister-in-law looks so beautiful."

Liu Feng praised.

In the painting for countless years, he has a weak understanding of men and women, but this does not hinder his understanding of beauty. Junyao is probably only comparable to Liu Yi on the Luoshen Mountain.

"Nonsense."

Junyao was so embarrassed that she hurriedly escaped, "I'll go and boil some water."

Liu Feng laughed silently.

When his sister-in-law left, his eyes were placed on the paper again, and his eyes became cold.

"laugh--"

The drawing paper was torn to pieces.

Zhang Feng, soon, you will be like this drawing paper.

Since the matter is clear, Liu Feng doesn't plan to waste time here. Because of his serious illness, Liu Feng has never been to Huatang. But this time, he plans to go and see it. First of all, it is for Zhang Feng. Since all the murders have been done, I guess this person should go?

Secondly, he also wanted to see what kind of reward it was that would make that guy kill someone cruelly!

Kaiyang County, Painting Hall.

Today is the Huatang assessment time.

In the past, the significance of assessment was only to evaluate and record the grades of students in the Huatang.

However, this time, because of the upcoming exam, in order to motivate students to practice, the top three were rewarded by the Huatang master himself. Especially the first place, a wolf-haired brush that only painters can have. It is said that the teacher used it to practice back then and was extremely precious.

In the painting hall.

Everyone sat down.

Everyone had prepared calligraphy at the table. When the exam started, Mr. Huatang's eyes swept over and finally landed in the last position.

"Who are you?"

"Isn't this Liu Feng's location?"

Everyone turned around.

Only then did I realize that there was someone on the empty table in the past.

"Sir, I am Zhang Feng."

Zhang Feng looked sad, "Young Master Liu Feng has passed away. Young Master Liu Feng once said during his lifetime that he always wanted to come to Mr. Painting Hall to study, so the students came to participate in the assessment and fulfill the young master's last wish."

"Diet?"

Mr. Huatang sighed, no surprise.

Everyone knew Liu Feng's body. In fact, it was already surprising that he could live to adulthood.

"Sit down."

Mr. Huatang ordered.

"Thank you."

Zhang Feng sat down sadly, but he was ecstatic.

Hidden it!
To be continued...