After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

Chapter 713

Meng Lang simply couldn't bear to look.

Where do you find people who kill others and then show off their love here?
"Do you want……"

Before he could finish the last two words, Lu Yuan, still holding Meng Qianqian, kicked him.

Thinking of how Lu Yuan killed the Ghost-Faced General, he dared not speak out in anger.

He pursed his lips and casually turned his head, only to see Alna looking at the lovey-dovey young couple with an envious expression.

He asked, "Do you also think they are being indecent?"

Alna shook her head earnestly: "No, this kind of relationship is really nice."

Meng Lang: "A little kid."

Meng Qianqian savored his tenderness, breathing in his reassuring scent: "How is Duan Mingyue?"

"Your husband has just been through a great battle, and you're concerned about another man? Hmm?"

His "hmm" was roundabout and lingering, making Meng Qianqian's heart itch.

She smiled and said, "Never mind, I know he'll be alright even without you saying it, and I also know it was you who saved him. Grand Commander Lu is the most powerful man in the world, and it would be my greatest fortune to marry him."

"Humph."

Lu Yuan gave a casual hum.

After Xun Wu finished cleaning up the mess, he was about to come over and say hello when he covered his eyes after taking only two steps.

"Well... nothing else... I'll go back and report to my elder brother first..."

"Your older brother's situation..."

Just as Meng Qianqian was about to respond to him, Lu Yuan turned her around and pulled her back into his arms.

Immediately, Lu Yuan gave Xun Wu a look that said, "You're so insensible, why don't you leave now?"

Xun Wu caught a glimpse of his warning through his fingers and hurriedly led his men away.

"Now we're really safe, right?"

Meng Lang fell to the ground with a thud.

He was completely exhausted.

After the great battle, not only were their physical strength exhausted, but their mental energy was also nearly depleted.

Snapped!
Alna also collapsed.

Meng Lang asked breathlessly, "You must be exhausted too, having used up so much magic. But speaking of which, how exactly does your magic control people? How is it different from Mao Tu's charm magic?"

Alna did not answer.
Meng Lang said calmly, "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I won't force you. I was just curious and asked casually. I'll tell you..."

He had only spoken halfway when he felt a weight on his shoulder; it was Alna leaning against him.

The boy's ears suddenly burned.

He cleared his throat: "Hey, you're a young lady... you Loulan people... you witches... hey... are you alright? If you're injured... let my sister take a look at you... she's a doctor..."

Suddenly, he stopped, as if realizing something, and looked sharply at Alna beside him.

Alna's face was deathly pale, and drops of bright red blood from her nose dripped onto her clothes.

Meng Lang was startled and quickly supported her: "Alna!"

This exclamation made Meng Qianqian and Lu Yuan look at the two of them at the same time.

Alna slowly opened her eyes, raised her hand to wipe away the blood that kept flowing from her nose, and swallowed hard.

Meng Qianqian quickly walked up to her and reached out to grab her wrist.

Lu Yuan frowned, becoming alert to the movements around him.

Meng Lang asked worriedly, "What's wrong with her?"

“Arna, you…”

Meng Qianqian hesitated, then took out the Thirteen Ghost Needles.

Alna grasped her wrist and weakly shook her head: "No need, I... I'm beyond saving..."

"What happened to her?"

Meng Lang asked anxiously.

Meng Qianqian said with a complicated expression, "She... suddenly withered away."

Meng Lang was puzzled: "Withered? She's not a flower..."

But this was the most fitting excuse Meng Qianqian could think of.

In her eyes, Alna was a blooming flower of the grassland.

More dazzling than Aymuren.

It is a flower bud of utmost purity.

"Tiger Guard..."

Alna stared intently at Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian understood, and pulled her into her arms, letting her head rest against her soft chest, gently stroking her face as if she were her own child.

Alna closed her eyes contentedly: "I think... I should go home now..."

Meng Lang clenched his fist: "Don't fall asleep! Explain yourself! Why do you look like you're about to die?"

Alna shuddered and coughed up a mouthful of blood: "I...we priestesses...we've all been...cursed by Toghtai..."

Meng Qianqian frowned: "Is it Tuohetai?"

Alna nodded painfully.

Lu Yuan asked suspiciously, "Could it be that he's not dead?"

He personally kicked Tuohetai back into the mechanism and witnessed him being buried under the rubble. At that time, the entire Weiyang Tower had collapsed, and even someone as strong as Chenlong had no chance of survival.

"Forgot he was a wizard."

This guy can transfer damage.

Although it's unknown how many times he can use it, it seems he's managed to escape with his life again this time.

"He...he's coming soon...you...run quickly..."

Alna urged him on with her last bit of strength.

Meng Qianqian grasped the hand that was pushing her away: "I won't leave, I won't go anywhere, I'll stay here with you."

Lu Yuan gripped his longsword, standing before Meng Qianqian like an emperor who had conquered battlefields.

No matter if the mountains crumble and the earth splits, no matter if there are thousands of troops, he will definitely protect her.

As if sensing Meng Qianqian's determination, Alna stopped struggling and leaned against her in peace.

"Tiger Guard..."

"I'm here."

"Could you...sing a song for Alna?"

"it is good."

Meng Qianqian gently agreed.

Suddenly, the nursery rhymes that my mother used to sing to me when I was a child flashed through my mind.

She parted her thin lips slightly: "Ara... Ata..."

Alna opened her eyes with a smile, gazing at the gray-blue sky, where a ray of golden light from the dawn shone into her eyes.

"Arna saw it... the witch god came to take her home..."

Her lips moved.

Meng Qianqian leaned in to listen: "Okay, I promise you."

"Thank you."

Alna closed her eyes peacefully.

Her slender arms fell silently to her sides.

Meng Lang was struck hard in the chest.

Until this moment, he truly felt her withering away.

"Arna—"

He cried out.

Unfortunately, Alna will never be able to respond to him.

Meng Qianqian handed Alna over to Meng Lang.

He walked among the corpses, bent down, and picked up a bow and arrow: "Don't follow me."

Meng Lang stepped forward, but was stopped by Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan stared intently at Meng Qianqian's retreating figure, watching her step from darkness into dawn as night approached.

"What does she want to do?"

Meng Lang asked.

Lu Yuan: "Revenge."

Meng Lang asked, puzzled, "Who are you looking for?"

Lu Yuan looked at Alna in his arms: "The person we should be looking for."

With a bow and arrows on her back, Meng Qianqian used her light-footed skills to leap onto the roof.

A falcon circled overhead, then swooped down to the southeast, letting out a loud cry.

It was a long street that started bustling early in the morning, with vendors and peddlers constantly calling out their wares.

Meng Qianqian stood on the highest rooftop, holding a bow in one hand and drawing an arrow from the quiver on her back with the other.

"Tohtai!"

She said sternly.

A man in a cloak, leaning on a cane, turned and looked at her.

His temples had turned grayer, and his face looked increasingly haggard.

But his gloomy eyes remained unfathomable.

"Death!"

Meng Qianqian suddenly shot out an arrow!

Tohtai didn't take her attack seriously at all, but the instant the arrow left the bowstring, he saw drops of blood splattering from her palm.

His face changed suddenly!
It was too late to escape.

The arrow pierced his chest mercilessly, sending him flying and pinning him to a tall shop pillar.

"The...blood of a witch..."

His witchcraft... has been broken!
No...no—

"ended."

After saying that, Meng Qianqian coldly pulled back the second arrow, which pierced through his skull between his eyebrows!

(End of this chapter)