After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

Chapter 709

Mo Yi was almost injured from anger.

Moreover, this kind of internal injury is of no benefit to his evil skills.

"Mo Yi."

Aimulan spoke again.

This time, there was a hint of severity in her tone.

Mo Yi suppressed his anger in time.

Meng Lang knew when to stop and didn't really want to provoke this Loulan master.

He then ate the peach.

Suddenly he thought of something, and he handed the peach in his hand to Meng Qianqian: "Do you want to eat it?"

Meng Qianqian looked at the half-eaten peach with disdain: "What do you think?"

Meng Lang snorted, "If you don't want to eat it, forget it! I won't give it to just anyone!"

Meng Qianqian chuckled and said, "Thank you."

Meng Lang waved his hand: "You're welcome, it's just a peach, it's not like I can't afford it."

Mo Yi: "..."

Meng Lang seemed unaware of Mo Yi's eyes that seemed to want to stab him at any time.

He pointed at the falcon in Meng Qianqian's arms: "Why is it here? Didn't I send it to find out the whereabouts of my master's family?"

Meng Qianqian: "Speak louder."

Meng Lang: "Are you deaf?"

Meng Qianqian: "I don't know if I'm deaf or not, but I'm afraid you'll become mute soon."

Meng Lang decisively took a step back and put some distance between himself and Meng Qianqian.

However, before he could be quiet for a while, he shamelessly sat back next to Meng Qianqian.

"Honestly, it's a bit embarrassing for you, a member of the Yinhu Guard, to be kidnapped by the Loulan people."

Meng Qianqian said calmly: "How dare you, a street scammer like you, laugh at me, who was invited to a carriage?"

Meng Lang: "At least I got on this bus by my own ability."

Meng Qianqian: "I was taken hostage because of my own ability. Believe it or not, if I throw you on the street, no one from Loulan will even look at you."

Meng Lang: "..."

Mo Yi: "..."

Mo Yi tried hard to tell himself not to let the siblings' nonsense affect his mood, but he really couldn't control himself.

What kind of weird pair are these two siblings?

Listen to what they say, is it human language?

Meng Lang asked arrogantly, "When something happened to you, I was the only one who risked my life to follow you. Aren't you touched?"

Meng Qianqian said bluntly: "You just want to skip class, there's no need to make it sound so grandiose."

Meng Lang coughed lightly.

Meng Qianqian brushed her wide sleeves and said, "I'll talk to the teacher later and teach you the lessons you missed."

Meng Lang's hair stood on end: "I don't want it!"

Meng Qianqian said: "You have no right to speak."

Meng Lang was about to collapse: "What are you doing? It's hard enough to attend class among so many students, but at least I can fill in the gaps and let the teacher give me a private lesson. Aren't you deliberately torturing me? I'll be suffocated if I stare at the teacher!"

"Double the homework."

Meng Qianqian said calmly.

Meng Lang's veins jumped: "Meng Qianqian!"

Meng Qianqian held up three fingers: "Three times."

Meng Lang pointed at the car curtain and said, "Believe it or not, I'm getting off the car now?"

Hereby——

The sound of horse hooves stopped abruptly and the wheels of the cart stopped.

The coachman decisively jumped off the carriage, put down the stool, and lifted the curtain for Meng Lang.

The action was done in one go, fearing that the other party would regret it if he was a step slower: "Young Master, please!"

Meng Lang: "..."

-

The carriage wandered around the capital city but did not leave the city immediately. Instead, it found a winery with little business and stayed there in the evening.

From the degree of familiarity between Mo Yi and the winery owner, it is not difficult to judge that the other party is a Loulan person who has been lurking in the capital as a merchant.

"No wonder he knows everything about the capital."

Meng Lang complained.

Meng Qianqian was not surprised at all.

If the news about the Loulan people were entirely dependent on Prime Minister Xun, it would be too passive.

What’s more, the person who colluded with Prime Minister Xun was the King of Loulan, at least on the surface.

It is not yet known what role Aimulan played in this.

The owner of the winery went to arrange the private rooms.

Meng Lang and Meng Qianqian took a short rest in the courtyard.

Meng Lang asked, "Why don't they leave the city overnight? If you don't come back overnight, the Governor's Office will definitely be alerted."

Meng Qianqian paused and said, "They are waiting for the Loulan wizard."

Meng Lang suddenly realized: "Ah, that spooky old man, why is he missing? Where is he going?"

Meng Qianqian looked at the Loulan people busy in the corridor and said calmly: "Kill Duan Mingyue."

Meng Lang was surprised: "What's so worthy of killing Duan Mingyue? Does he have a feud with the Loulan people? Didn't he 'help' the Loulan people last time in Weiyang Tower?"

Meng Qianqian said thoughtfully: "Yes, whether it is Duan Mingyue or Xun Yi, neither of them is worthy of the Loulan wizard to personally take action."

Meng Lang understood: "You mean, he has another identity?"

Meng Qianqian thought of the assassins brought by Xun Wu to assassinate Aimulan.

With such a powerful force, there would be a chance of killing Prime Minister Xun, but Xun Yi would rather break his own legs to gain Prime Minister Xun's trust than send out those people.

Xun Yi must be keeping a bigger secret.

And this secret is the key reason why the Loulan wizard must kill him personally.

"I wonder if Xun Wu got back in time. I'm afraid Duan Wenliang alone can't stop the Loulan wizard."

Weiyang Tower.

Duan Mingyue sat in a wheelchair, panting. He was soaked in cold sweat and his chest was stained with blood.

But no matter how much torture his body endured, his eyes remained firm.

The Loulan wizard was leaning on a skull cane, facing the light, his face shrouded in a cloak, his whole body emitting an endless ghostly aura.

"Tohetai, is this the sorcery you've mastered? Did it go astray?"

Duan Mingyue sneered.

The Loulan wizard suddenly turned the crutch in his hand, the sound of wind chimes rang, and a line of blood and tears slid down Duan Mingyue's right eye.

Duan Mingyue's vision became blurred, and her smile, rendered by blood and tears, actually had a creepy meaning.

"You want to torture me and make me surrender? You probably don't know how I have been through these years..."

He smiled arrogantly, lifted up his shirt, and revealed his bony legs. "Do you know why I don't treat my legs... Because only in this way... can I live with pain day and night. I have long been accustomed to pain. I am pain! Pain is me! If you want to torture me and make me surrender, wait for the next life!"

A dark light flashed in the eyes of the Loulan wizard: "Why bother? Don't you care about your own life or death, or your brother's?"

Duan Wenliang knelt on the ground, supported himself with one hand and covered his chest with the other, and said weakly: "Fourth brother... don't worry about me..."

The Loulan wizard turned his staff, and Duan Wenliang felt an overwhelming pressure and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Loulan wizard asked sternly, "Where are the descendants of Saint Xiye?"

Duan Mingyue sneered: "I don't know any Saint Lady Xiye!"

Loulan Wizard: "Well, let me change the question. What is the relationship between Saint Xiye and Zhongli Yuan?"

Duan Mingyue: "I said... I don't know the Saint of Xiye... I don't know Zhongli Yuan either... I haven't heard of any of the people you mentioned..."

"It seems that you don't want your brother's life anymore."

The Loulan wizard's skull cane pointed at Duan Wenliang.