After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

Chapter 707

Mo Yi was so angry he almost suffered internal injuries.

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

"Mo Yi."

Aymuran spoke again.

This time, her tone clearly carried a hint of sternness.

Mo Yi quickly suppressed his anger.

Meng Lang knew when to stop, and didn't really provoke this Loulan expert.

He then ate the peach.

Suddenly remembering something, he handed the peach in his hand to Meng Qianqian: "Want some?"

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

Meng Lang snorted, "Fine, don't eat it then! I don't just give it to 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 oblivious to the murderous glint in Mo Yi's eyes that seemed ready to kill him at any moment.

He pointed to the falcon in Meng Qianqian's arms: "What's it doing here? Wasn't it sent 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 you're probably going to be mute soon."

Meng Lang decisively took a step back, creating distance between himself and Meng Qianqian.

However, before he could even quiet down for a moment, he shamelessly sat back down next to Meng Qianqian.

"Honestly, it's a bit shameful for a dignified Tiger Guard like you to be kidnapped by the Loulan people like this."

Meng Qianqian said calmly, "You, who staged an accident in the street, have the nerve to laugh at me, who was invited into a carriage?"

Meng Lang: "At least I got on the train through my own abilities."

Meng Qianqian: "I was also taken hostage based on my own abilities. Believe me or not, if I threw you into the street, no one from Loulan would even give you a second glance."

Meng Lang: "..."

Mo Yi: "..."

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

What kind of oddballs are these siblings?
Listen to whether they're speaking human language.
Meng Lang asked smugly, "You got into trouble, and I was the only one who risked my life to come with you. Aren't you touched?"

Meng Qianqian pointed out incisively, "It's just about wanting to skip class; there's no need to make it sound so high-sounding."

Meng Lang coughed lightly.

Meng Qianqian dusted off her wide sleeves: "I'll talk to the teacher later and have him teach you the lessons you missed separately."

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

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

Meng Lang was about to collapse: "What's going on? It's already hard enough to be in class with a bunch of students, but at least I could pretend to be one and get the teacher to give me a private lesson. Are you deliberately torturing me? Staring at the teacher like this, I'm going to suffocate!"

"Homework will be doubled."

Meng Qianqian said calmly.

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

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

Meng Lang pointed sharply at the carriage curtain: "Believe it or not, I'll get out of the carriage right now?"

Hereby——

The sound of horses' hooves stopped abruptly, and the cart wheels came to a halt.

The coachman promptly jumped off the carriage, lowered the bench, and lifted the curtain for Meng Lang.

The movements were swift and decisive, as if afraid the other party would change their mind if he hesitated even a moment longer: "Young master, please!" Meng Lang: "..."
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The carriage wandered around the capital for a while, but did not leave the city immediately. Instead, it found a quiet winery to stay at in the evening.

Judging from the extent of Mo Yi's familiarity with the winery owner, it's not hard to deduce that the other party is from Loulan and has been lurking in the capital as a merchant.

"No wonder he knows everything about what's happening in the capital."

Meng Lang's rant.

Meng Qianqian was not surprised at all.

If the Loulan people rely entirely on Prime Minister Xun for information, it would be far too passive.

Moreover, the person colluding with Prime Minister Xun is the King of Loulan, at least on the surface.

What role Aymuran played in this is currently unknown.

The winery owner went to arrange the private rooms.

Meng Lang and Meng Qianqian rested briefly in the courtyard.

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

Meng Qianqian paused for a moment, then said, "They are waiting for the Loulan Wizard."

Meng Lang suddenly realized: "Ah, that gloomy old man, no wonder someone was missing, where did he go?"

Meng Qianqian looked at the Loulan people bustling about in the corridor and said calmly, "Kill Duan Mingyue."

Meng Lang was surprised: "What is there about Duan Mingyue that makes him worth killing? Does he have any grudge against the Loulan people? Didn't he 'help' the Loulan people at Weiyang Tower last time?"

Meng Qianqian said thoughtfully, "Yes, neither Duan Mingyue nor Xun Yi are worth the Loulan Wizard personally taking action."

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

Meng Qianqian thought of the assassins Xun Wu had taken to kill Aymulan.

With such formidable power, Xun Yi would have had a good chance of killing Prime Minister Xun, but he would rather break his own legs to gain Prime Minister Xun's trust than send those people out.

Xun Yi must be guarding an even bigger secret.

This secret is the key reason why the Loulan wizard insisted on killing him personally.

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

Weiyang Tower.

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

No matter what torment he endured, his gaze remained steadfast.

The Loulan shaman leaned on a skull cane, backlit, his face shrouded in a cloak, his body radiating an endless, brilliant ghostly aura.

"Tohtai, is this the witchcraft you've mastered? Has it gone astray?"

Duan Mingyue scoffed.

The Loulan wizard suddenly twirled his cane, the wind chimes jingled, and a tear of blood slid down Duan Mingyue's right eye.

Duan Mingyue's vision blurred, and her smile, tinged with blood and tears, took on a chilling quality.

"You want to torture me, to make me submit? You probably have no idea how I've survived all these years..."

He laughed arrogantly, lifting his shirt to reveal his thin, bony legs. "Do you know why I don't heal my legs...? Because only in this way... can I live with pain day and night. I've long been accustomed to pain; I am pain! Pain is me! If you want to torture me and make me submit, do it in your next life!"

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

Duan Wenliang knelt on the ground, one hand supporting himself on the ground, the other clutching his chest, and said weakly, "Fourth Brother... don't worry about me..."

As the Loulan shaman twirled his cane, Duan Wenliang felt an overwhelming pressure and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Loulan shaman demanded sternly, "Where are the descendants of the Holy Maiden of the Western Night?"

Duan Mingyue sneered: "I don't know any Saintess of the Western Night!"

Loulan Wizard: "Alright, let me ask another question. What is the relationship between the Holy Maiden of the Western Night and Zhongli Yuan?"

Duan Mingyue: "I already said... I don't know the Holy Maiden of Xiye... I don't know Zhongli Yuan either... I've never heard of any of the people you mentioned..."

"It seems you don't want your brother to die."

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

(End of this chapter)