After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

Chapter 712

Meng Lang, hands on his hips, egged them on: "Yeah, yeah! Let's see how many moves you can withstand from my master!"

A hint of worry flashed across Alna's face.

Meng Qianqian took in her expression and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Alna frowned and said, "Lord Mo Yi's techniques are very special; it would be difficult for ordinary people to kill him..."

Meng Lang snorted, "Don't boost others' morale and diminish your own. My master is the renowned Chenlong! The number one expert among the Twelve Guards, do you understand?"

He reached into his sleeve pocket for peaches, but after searching for a while, he remembered that the last one had been eaten by Meng Qianqian at the winery.

This gluttonous sister really buys too many peaches!
Alna said softly, "I know the young master is very powerful, but please be careful when fighting Mo Yi. It's best not to let him get too badly injured."

These words sounded awkward, but those who understood Mo Yi's evil arts knew that she was speaking from the bottom of her heart.

Mo Yi enhanced his skills through his injuries. You must either strike him with a single blow or exhaust his strength, but you must never use your internal energy to wear him down, otherwise it will all become his nourishment.

"What kind of evil skill is this?"

Meng Lang was somewhat curious.

Meng Qianqian glanced at him: "What? You want to practice?"

Meng Lang: "Can we practice?"

Meng Qianqian readily agreed: "Sure, if you want to practice evil arts, you must first castrate yourself."

Meng Lang: "..."

Alna chuckled: "Tiger Guard is really funny."

Meng Lang's hair stood on end: "You're lying to me?"

Meng Qianqian gave him a disdainful look.

She had never practiced any evil martial arts, nor had she ever read any martial arts manuals; she was just making things up.

With Chenlong entangled with Mo Yi, Alna was able to once again use her martial arts to control the black-clad assassin at the other end of the alley.

"Quick! Let's go!"

Alna said to Meng Qianqian and Meng Lang.

Meng Lang turned around and observed the battle between Chen Long and Mo Yi.

With Alna's reminder, Chenlong restrained his killing intent and instead of feeding Mo Yi any moves, he switched to defense, constantly depleting Mo Yi's internal energy.

"My master is indeed too well-rounded. He is good at attacking and his defense is not bad either."

"Not weak? The fact that you've survived this long is only because Chenlong showed you mercy."

Little skill, but big talk.

Does this kid have the right to judge Chenlong's defense like that?
Chenlong's martial arts style is primarily offensive, but that doesn't mean his defense is inferior.

At least among the twelve guards, his offense and defense were unbreakable.

Meng Qianqian also paid attention to the duel between the two.

Judging from the current situation, it seems unlikely that Mo Yi will be able to shake off Chen Long.

"what!"

Alna tripped on the stone bricks.

Meng Qianqian reached out and supported her: "Are you alright?"

Alna shook her head: "It's nothing."

Meng Qianqian's palm slid down and grabbed her hand, not letting go.

Alna's eyes flickered, a sudden warmth filled her heart, and her cheeks flushed.

The number of assassins in black was enormous, and Meng Qianqian had no idea how they had infiltrated the capital. They certainly hadn't appeared with the envoy's entourage.

Could it have been brought by Amushan?
No, perhaps even earlier.

"what."

Alna stumbled again.

Fortunately, Meng Qianqian held her hand the whole time and pulled her back in time.

"No, it's okay."

Alna said, suppressing her exhaustion.

"Stop using witchcraft."

Meng Qianqian said to Alna.

Alna paused, taken aback.

She hadn't expected Meng Qianqian to see through her excessive use of witchcraft.

No wonder she wanted to hold her hand.

She... is such a considerate person.

"Can I still fight?"

Meng Qianqian asked Meng Lang.

Meng Lang said nonchalantly, "Then let's see who we hit..."

Before she could finish speaking, Meng Qianqian grabbed him and threw him at the masked man in black who was coming towards them.

Caught off guard, Meng Lang: "...!!"

Between him and Meng Qianqian, one of them was definitely adopted!

Meng Lang engaged in a fierce battle with the Loulan assassin.

Meng Qianqian would occasionally throw him a couple of Gu worms to help him out of his predicament.

Meng Lang gritted his teeth: "Why didn't you use your Gu worms sooner? Hurry up and bring them all out!"

Meng Qianqian said, "That won't do. Gu worms are very precious; every one we use is one less we have."

Meng Lang: "Your brother only has one life!"

Meng Qianqian thought about it seriously.

Meng Lang's body trembled: "You actually hesitated! My life isn't even worth as much as a worm!"

Alna whispered, "Gu worms are very expensive in Loulan. The ones in the hands of the Yinhu Guards should be top-grade, and one can sell for a thousand taels. As for your head..."

She blinked and held up three fingers.

Meng Lang: "Three hundred taels?"

Alna silently withdrew one finger.

Meng Lang: "Two hundred taels?"

Humans are worse than insects!
Alna: "Little slave, two ounces."

Meng Lang's face darkened: "..."

After dealing with the assassin in the alley, the three headed north.

Meng Qianqian had lived in the capital for many years. In the first few years, she didn't go out much. After her divorce from Lu Lingxiao, she often wandered around the capital. She had been to almost every place she should have been, but she had never been here before.

The terrain was completely unfamiliar.

She didn't dare to wander off for a moment.

Fortunately, we have Alna.

She voiced her doubts: "You're also new to the capital, how come you're so familiar with this place?"

Alna lowered her eyes and said, "To be honest, I have already entered the capital."

Meng Lang suddenly realized and said, "So you really are a spy!"

Alna wanted to argue, but then she realized that Meng Lang was right.

If I am not a spy for Loulan, then who am I?
"This is the stronghold of the Loulan people. The earliest Loulan people who came here already have grandchildren."

Meng Lang was taken aback: "The Loulan people started infiltrating our territory so early?"

Alna hummed in agreement, then, as if remembering something, hurriedly waved her hand to explain, "But I didn't come that early."

Meng Lang scoffed, "Of course. If you came so early, wouldn't you look like an old monster?"

Alna couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Meng Lang clicked his tongue and said, "You're being insulted, and you're still laughing?"

Alna smiled like the brightest pearl: "Fairies are beautiful, you're complimenting me on my beauty."

Meng Lang was dumbfounded.

Alna smiled and said, "I arrived in the capital three months ago with Prince Amushan. After arriving in the capital, I stayed here while he went to Youzhou."

Meng Qianqian said seriously, "There is indeed a dancer on the list of Loulan envoys."

Alna said, "She was a maid in disguise, to conceal the fact that I had already entered the capital."

Meng Lang asked, "You've been lying low in the capital for so long, what information have you gathered?"

After a moment's hesitation, Alna said, "I can't tell you that."

Meng Lang pointed to himself and Meng Qianqian: "You helped us get out of trouble, so in the eyes of the Loulan Queen, you're already a traitor. You don't actually think you can go back to her side and be loyal to her in the future, do you?"

Alna shook her head: "Alna is the Princess's person, and cannot betray the Princess."

Meng Lang wanted to persuade her further, but Meng Qianqian interrupted him: "No wonder you're so bad at fighting, you've been using all your energy on your mouth."

Meng Lang, who is constantly being attacked by his older sister: "..."

Next, the three of them passed through one Loulan sentry after another without any major incidents.

"Something's wrong."

Meng Qianqian suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Meng Lang asked.

Meng Qianqian gazed intently and said, "It went too smoothly."

Meng Lang pointed to his bruised and swollen face: "Don't you want to take a closer look before you speak? I'm half dead, and you say things went too smoothly? What if they hadn't gone smoothly—"

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Qianqian slapped him away.

A cold, long spear shot towards them with the force of a thunderbolt, grazing the siblings' noses before piercing a huge hole in the wall.

Meng Lang clutched his chest, still shaken.

Alna stared at the opposite side, her face pale: "They...they're here too..."

Meng Qianqian and Meng Lang followed her gaze simultaneously and saw a man riding a tall horse, wearing full silver armor and revealing only his black eyes, leading a troop of iron cavalry identical to himself, standing guard in the night at the end of the dark street.

The difference is that he is stronger and taller.

"Your Loulan cavalry?"

Meng Lang stroked his chin. "Their aura is so strange, eerie, like ghosts."

Alna explained, "They are the wizard's masked cavalry."

Meng Lang raised an eyebrow: "The Ghost-Faced Cavalry are very powerful? As powerful as the Black-Armored Army?"

“They’re different.” Alna shook her head. “Have you ever heard of the medicine people of Medicine King Valley?”

Meng Qianqian said, "I've heard of it."

They were a group of killing machines created with drugs, incapable of feeling pain or fearing death, and had long lost the minds of ordinary people, blindly obeying orders.

Back in the underground palace, Ji Feng once captured a drug-using person alive, at a heavy price.

Alna continued, "There is a kind of puppetry in witchcraft, and the puppets created by it are similar to the medicine puppets of Medicine King Valley."

Meng Qianqian frowned: "You mean, they are suicide squads?"

Alna took a deep breath: "They're not just assassins, they're puppets too. In any case, we need to be careful."

Meng Lang stepped forward, blocking the two women, and solemnly said, "You two go first."

Meng Qianqian: "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Meng Lang: "I'm afraid, so I'd better leave before I change my mind."

Meng Qianqian said, "I'm afraid it's not up to you to decide."

The masked general at the head raised his hand and made a gesture. A troop of cavalry quickly circled around the group and surrounded them.

Meng Lang clenched his fists: "I finally get to play the hero, can't you guys be a little more sensible?!"

He leaped into the air, his movements as swift as a shooting star, and delivered a powerful punch to the Ghost-Faced General's forehead.

Unexpectedly, the other party simply raised his hand and easily caught his fist.

Meng Lang was startled.

The next instant, the other party twisted his arm and slapped him back.

He crashed into a wall in a sorry state and was buried under a pile of rubble.

"Such fast palm technique."

Meng Qianqian sighed.

This person is far more powerful than the medicine man that Ji Feng captured.

The masked general grabbed a second spear and aimed it at Meng Qianqian's heart.

Meng Qianqian shot out a silver needle.

However, they found that the Thirteen Ghost Needles were like nails stuck into copper and iron, having no effect whatsoever.

"Their trajectory is different from that of ordinary people."

Unfortunately, she had used up all the Gu worms in her body.

Right now, we have no choice but to fight it out.

The second spear came hurtling in.

Meng Qianqian lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped high into the air.

The third long-haired staff came hurtling towards us.

Meng Qianqian did a backflip, stepping on the spear and turning it around with a high-flying air strike. Then, with a spinning kick, she sent the spear flying back with a graceful and clean motion!
The other person slowly reached out and grabbed it.

Alna exclaimed in surprise, "They withstood the Tiger Guard's attack..."

The masked general noticed Alna, as well as Meng Lang, who was about to crawl out of the ruins.

He fired two spears in quick succession.

Just as Meng Qianqian went to rescue Meng Lang and Alna, the Ghost-Faced General fired a fatal shot at Meng Qianqian's head.

Alna screamed, "No—"

call out!
The spear, accompanied by a fierce wind and a whooshing sound, almost tore the night apart.

Meng Qianqian is wearing a silkworm armor, so she won't die, but this terrible attack will probably seriously injure her.

She focused her energy and used all her strength to protect the baby in her womb.

However, the imagined pain did not come.

Someone stepped into the air and stood in front of her.

One sword can cleave mountains and seas, one move can shake rivers and lakes!

click!
The spear shattered in the middle.

Lu Yuan drew his sword, unleashing the power of mountains and rivers, and slashed fiercely at the Ghost-Faced General.

The masked general went to get the spear again.

But the spear, along with his arm, was severed by a single sword strike.

Blood splattered everywhere, covering his face.

He seemed somewhat dazed and bewildered, as if he hadn't yet recovered from the fact that his arm had been severed.

Meng Qianqian gripped the spear in both hands, gazing at the man who had protected her and her child in that critical moment.

She absolutely refused to admit that he was incredibly handsome.

Her heart started racing.

With his forehead covered in dust and sand, Meng Lang stared in disbelief and asked, "Is this my lazy brother-in-law?"

Meng Qianqian threw down the spear and stepped on his instep.

Meng Lang screamed in pain!

Lu Yuan's first move was to sever one of his arms.

The second move was that Lu Yuan injured his leg.

Although the Ghost-Faced General felt no pain, he realized how troublesome Lu Yuan was.

He ordered an attack.

The cavalrymen swarmed forward.

At this moment, Xun Wu led the Xiaoying Guards to arrive.

The two groups of people fought fiercely.

Meng Qianqian observed the battle situation between the two sides.

The Loulan wizard's assassins were already very powerful, but unexpectedly Xun Wu's secret guards were not at a disadvantage.

While they had a numerical advantage, what was more important was their skill in using formations to compensate for their lack of individual combat strength.

"Duan Mingyue, Duan Mingyue, who exactly are you?"

Seeing that he could train such a cavalry unit, Meng Qianqian became increasingly curious about his identity.

Lu Yuan kicked the Ghost-Faced General off his horse, then grabbed a spear and used the same trick against him, piercing his head with a single blow.

Alna covered her eyes.

Meng Lang also covered Meng Qianqian's.

Meng Qianqian: “…”

Alna was full of admiration: "Even Lord Mo Yi couldn't defeat General Ghost Face in such a short time."

That's because the Ghost-Faced General offended Lu Yuan.

Her husband is very protective of his own.

Looking down at his defeated opponent, Lu Yuan coldly took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood off his longsword, and then turned to walk towards Meng Qianqian.

On the other side, Xun Wu and Xiao Yingwei also finished off the last masked assassin.

At this time, the sky will be bright.

The street was so quiet that only the breathing of a few people could be heard.

"Are you hurt?"

Lu Yuan asked with a deep look in his eyes.

Meng Qianqian gently shook her head: "No, I'm fine. How about you?"

Lu Yuan ruffled her hair: "Your husband is doing well."

Meng Qianqian smiled knowingly, wrapped her arms around his waist, and nestled into his embrace.

"dirty."

He was splattered with blood.

Meng Qianqian hugged him tightly: "I don't mind."

(End of this chapter)