Chapter 496 The fake Master of Clouds

In the state of Georgia.

In a certain village in a small southern town.

After the worship, Alice’s eyes were still a little red and swollen.

More than 20 years had passed, and it was not easy to find her hometown.

Fortunately, the old village head of this remote mountain village had a kind heart. He had been helping to clean the ancestral hall all these years, otherwise, this place would have turned into a wasteland long ago.

It was the old village head who helped her set the memorial tablet.

After the worship, Alice went to thank the old village head for a while. Then the two of them set foot on the way back to the State of New York.

When they passed by a small town, they suddenly heard a noise. After asking, they knew that it was Master of Clouds who had appeared in this small town and painted for everyone on the spot.

Master of Clouds was a well-known figure in the painting and calligraphy world.

His appearance naturally caused a commotion.

Alice clenched her fists and snorted, “What a great Master of Clouds. I’d like to see who he is!”

She had just finished worshiping her parents and was extremely depressed. She didn’t expect that she would run into a fake Master of Clouds. She had to catch him to vent her anger.

Alice knew that John was the Master of Clouds, so the so-called Master of Clouds was undoubtedly a fake.

John caught the hot-tempered girl and said with a smile, “Let’s go and have a look first!”

He wore a black peaked cap to cover the shiny bald head, and a pair of sunglasses and mask on his face, which perfectly concealed his identity.

This was a public figure’s trouble.

It would be troublesome if he was recognized as the King of Horizon.

John really missed the days when he swaggered along the busy streets in the past, but no one knew that he was the King of Horizon. He could act like a hoodlum as he wanted.

He couldn’t do it now.

How could a dignified the King of Horizon act like a hooligan?

No way!

of them followed the crowd to a painting stall. In the middle of the stall sat a slovenly man.

was about forty or fifty

hair was in

covered with stubble, and his hair

front of him, it would not be strange

was not a broken bowl,

This was amazing.

sloppy, it was personality, bohemian,

it was more convincing that he was

man stood a row of men and women

“Everyone, don’t be surprised. Our

unique”

of the

cheered and

didn’t stick to

higher level of thought.

be

short spiky hair showed a satisfied smile and continued, “This time, when our Master of Clouds came to the state of Georgia to pick up the painting, he was suddenly in high spirits and his creation was full of criticism, so he decided to give you a lot of benefits

short spiky hair finished speaking,

bent down and respectfully asked the slovenly man, “Master,

now?”

slovenly man didn’t say anything

short spiky hair said to the men and women behind him,

Unfold the

“Yes, sir!”

together to tear apart a pale picture scroll that was 5 feet high and nearly 10 feet long, keeping the surface of the scroll

man with short hair handed the brush to the sloppy man and said,

“No need.”

the brush away and gulped down a mouthful of spirits. Then he suddenly

and directly infused his palm into

looked at the huge pale

his breath

was so magnificent.

Then

“Whoa!”

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