He Zhiran and Mo Jiuye saw the situation and both turned their heads away at the same time, simply not wanting to look directly.
He Zhiran couldn't help but say: "It's really f**king disgusting, disgusting to open the door to disgusting, disgusting to the extreme."
It seemed that after dealing with these two people, she would have to carefully clean the space...
Mo Jiuye gave a cold laugh and mocked: "A prince of the country, yet so cowardly, truly disgraceful."
Nan Heng himself didn't want to do such a disgraceful thing, but was frightened by the scene just now and simply unable to control himself.
Now being mocked by the two people like this, he wished he could immediately find a hole to drill into and never come out for the rest of his life.
At this time, Yun Li used all his strength to roar:
"Mo Jiuye, even if I die I will take Mo Yunfeng down with me as a mat under me, you will regret it!"
Nan Heng clearly understood the meaning in Yun Li's words.
In his impression, the feelings between the Mo brothers could be said to be unbreakable.
However, looking at Mo Jiuye's performance now, it was as if he did not care about Mo Yunfeng's life and death at all.
Thinking of this, the feeling of fear in Nan Heng's heart became even stronger.
A person who did not even care about his brother's life and death, it can be seen how vicious he was.
I'm afraid that no matter how he pleaded today, Mo Jiuye would not let him go.
However, at this point, Nan Heng would rather deceive himself than face reality.
"Mo...Mo Jiuye, as long as you are willing to let this prince go, this prince can assure you that in the future when this prince successfully ascends the throne, he will definitely redress the grievances of the Mo family, and will also restore your position as Duke of Protector... No... This prince can even make you a prince of a different surname..."
It would be strange if Mo Jiuye believed this bullshit of his.
The Mo family did need to clear their grievances, however, they did not need a cowardly drunkard to help.
Moreover, he was completely disillusioned with the court, so the temptations Nan Heng spoke out held no attraction at all to Mo Jiuye.
He glanced coldly at Nan Heng without responding.
At this moment, his and He Zhiran's goal was the same, which was to completely destroy Nan Heng's remaining will with Yun Li's miserable state.
Seeing that Mo Jiuye did not refute, Nan Heng thought he was moved by the temptations he had spoken out, so he was going to try to continue to beguile him.
Just as Nan Heng was about to open his mouth, Yun Li's constantly struggling body rolled over to his vicinity again.
Nan Heng didn't dodge fast enough and was contaminated by Yun Li's pus that just looking at made one want to vomit.
"Yun Li, roll away from me, don't touch me."
Hearing Nan Heng's voice, Yun Li tried hard to control the discomfort in his body and roared:
"Nan Heng, having fallen into Mo Jiuye's hands, what qualifications do you have to mock me?
The torture I'm undergoing now, I believe will soon fall upon you too!"
Upon hearing this, Nan Heng's body instinctively shuddered.
He was a prince of Da Shun, he did not believe that Mo Jiuye dared to treat him like that.
"No...that's impossible, our identities are different, Mo Jiuye doesn't dare do anything to me."
Seeing that Nan Heng still couldn't accept reality even when he was about to die, Yun Li mocked: "Then just wait and see!"
After insisting on saying so much, Yun Li's state became frenzied again.
His body rolled back and forth on the ground, and soon there was no sound.
In front of Nan Heng, He Zhiran deliberately used her mind to send Yun Li's corpse to an inconspicuous corner.
Nan Heng watched with his own eyes as the unfamiliar woman waved her little hand, and Yun Li's corpse quickly floated up and then fell to the ground.
This scene looked extremely strange in Nan Heng's eyes, and even made him think of witchcraft.
He didn't know who the beautiful woman following Mo Jiuye was, and under such special circumstances, he didn't have much energy to speculate either.
Who knew that this woman he ignored turned out to know witchcraft.
He stared at He Zhiran in frightened eyes, and his body instinctively shrank back.
"You...who on earth are you?"
He Zhiran, with her two lifetimes added up, looked down the most on such cowardly men.
"You don't have the qualifications to know who I am. If you don't want the same fate as Yun Li, then honestly answer our questions."
At the same time, Mo Jiuye strode forward, grabbed Nan Heng's hair and lifted him up.
"Did you hear that? If you don't want to die so miserably, confess everything you've done to the Mo family."
Facing Mo Jiuye's question, Nan Heng's eyes dodged a little, first looking at He Zhiran, then at the corpse thrown over there in the distance, and finally at what he had done to the Mo family.
At this time, Nan Heng's forehead was already covered in beads of sweat.
Mo Jiuye reminded him coldly again: "Thought about what to say?"
Nan Heng felt that he was on the verge of collapse. He shouted: "No...Mo Jiuye, I am a prince of the Da Shun Dynasty, you cannot treat me like this..."
Mo Jiuye had long since lost his patience with Nan Heng.
He was seen stabbing downward with the tip of the military knife in his hand toward Nan Heng's instep.
"Are you going to say it or not?"
Nan Heng was so pained that he immediately let out a pig-like scream.
"Ah...Mo Jiuye, you cannot treat me like this..."
He Zhiran glanced at the clock in the infirmary. She and Mo Jiuye had been in this space for more than two hours.
If this dragged on, it would be dawn outside.
Originally, seeing Nan Heng's cowardly appearance, she did not intend to use hypnotic methods to inquire about the situation anymore.
After all, her mastery of hypnosis was just the tip of the iceberg, and she couldn't guarantee success every time she used it.
Not to mention she had already exhausted a lot of energy when using hypnosis on Yun Li earlier. If she performed it on Nan Heng again, she was afraid the success rate would not be very high.
But under the current circumstances, they could not afford to delay any longer.
Therefore, He Zhiran decided to try to hypnotize Nan Heng again.
Just as she was about to take action, she saw that Mo Jiuye had already forced Nan Heng to open his mouth over there.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything I know, as long as you let me go." He was so scared by Mo Jiuye that he changed his form of address from "this prince" to "me".
Mo Jiuye did not make any promises. He shook the knife in front of Nan Heng.
"Speak!"
Seeing this, He Zhiran had a flash of inspiration and quickly purchased a voice recorder from Taobao Treasury.
Before Nan Heng could open his mouth, she turned on the voice recorder and switched it to the recording function, then stood by Mo Jiuye's side.
No matter if this voice recorder would come in handy in the future, it was better to be safe than sorry.
Nan Heng stared at them timidly and said, "Some of the evidence of the Mo family's rebellion was forged by me asking the National Teacher of the Southern Border to fabricate it, and there's also... there's also..."
Seeing Nan Heng hem and haw, Mo Jiuye urged harshly: "What else?"
"There's also... also Mo Xiuyan's death..."
Hearing Mo Xiuyan's name, the corrosive killing intent flashed through Mo Jiuye's eyes again.
He grabbed Nan Heng by the collar, interrogating: "It was you who killed my fourth brother?"
Recalling that in the past, his eldest brother, second brother, and third brother died on the battlefield one after another, and his fourth brother Mo Xiuyan resolutely took on the responsibility of guarding the border.
He Zhiran and Mo Jiuye saw the situation and both turned their heads away at the same time, simply not wanting to look directly.
He Zhiran couldn't help but say: "It's really f**king disgusting, disgusting to open the door to disgusting, disgusting to the extreme."
It seemed that after dealing with these two people, she would have to carefully clean the space...
Mo Jiuye gave a cold laugh and mocked: "A prince of the country, yet so cowardly, truly disgraceful."
Nan Heng himself didn't want to do such a disgraceful thing, but was frightened by the scene just now and simply unable to control himself.
Now being mocked by the two people like this, he wished he could immediately find a hole to drill into and never come out for the rest of his life.
At this time, Yun Li used all his strength to roar:
"Mo Jiuye, even if I die I will take Mo Yunfeng down with me as a mat under me, you will regret it!"
Nan Heng clearly understood the meaning in Yun Li's words.
In his impression, the feelings between the Mo brothers could be said to be unbreakable.
However, looking at Mo Jiuye's performance now, it was as if he did not care about Mo Yunfeng's life and death at all.
Thinking of this, the feeling of fear in Nan Heng's heart became even stronger.
A person who did not even care about his brother's life and death, it can be seen how vicious he was.
I'm afraid that no matter how he pleaded today, Mo Jiuye would not let him go.
However, at this point, Nan Heng would rather deceive himself than face reality.
"Mo...Mo Jiuye, as long as you are willing to let this prince go, this prince can assure you that in the future when this prince successfully ascends the throne, he will definitely redress the grievances of the Mo family, and will also restore your position as Duke of Protector... No... This prince can even make you a prince of a different surname..."
It would be strange if Mo Jiuye believed this bullshit of his.
The Mo family did need to clear their grievances, however, they did not need a cowardly drunkard to help.
Moreover, he was completely disillusioned with the court, so the temptations Nan Heng spoke out held no attraction at all to Mo Jiuye.
He glanced coldly at Nan Heng without responding.
At this moment, his and He Zhiran's goal was the same, which was to completely destroy Nan Heng's remaining will with Yun Li's miserable state.
Seeing that Mo Jiuye did not refute, Nan Heng thought he was moved by the temptations he had spoken out, so he was going to try to continue to beguile him.
Just as Nan Heng was about to open his mouth, Yun Li's constantly struggling body rolled over to his vicinity again.
Nan Heng didn't dodge fast enough and was contaminated by Yun Li's pus that just looking at made one want to vomit.
"Yun Li, roll away from me, don't touch me."
Hearing Nan Heng's voice, Yun Li tried hard to control the discomfort in his body and roared:
"Nan Heng, having fallen into Mo Jiuye's hands, what qualifications do you have to mock me?
The torture I'm undergoing now, I believe will soon fall upon you too!"
Upon hearing this, Nan Heng's body instinctively shuddered.
He was a prince of Da Shun, he did not believe that Mo Jiuye dared to treat him like that.
"No...that's impossible, our identities are different, Mo Jiuye doesn't dare do anything to me."
Seeing that Nan Heng still couldn't accept reality even when he was about to die, Yun Li mocked: "Then just wait and see!"
After insisting on saying so much, Yun Li's state became frenzied again.
His body rolled back and forth on the ground, and soon there was no sound.
In front of Nan Heng, He Zhiran deliberately used her mind to send Yun Li's corpse to an inconspicuous corner.
Nan Heng watched with his own eyes as the unfamiliar woman waved her little hand, and Yun Li's corpse quickly floated up and then fell to the ground.
This scene looked extremely strange in Nan Heng's eyes, and even made him think of witchcraft.
He didn't know who the beautiful woman following Mo Jiuye was, and under such special circumstances, he didn't have much energy to speculate either.
Who knew that this woman he ignored turned out to know witchcraft.
He stared at He Zhiran in frightened eyes, and his body instinctively shrank back.
"You...who on earth are you?"
He Zhiran, with her two lifetimes added up, looked down the most on such cowardly men.
"You don't have the qualifications to know who I am. If you don't want the same fate as Yun Li, then honestly answer our questions."
At the same time, Mo Jiuye strode forward, grabbed Nan Heng's hair and lifted him up.
"Did you hear that? If you don't want to die so miserably, confess everything you've done to the Mo family."
Facing Mo Jiuye's question, Nan Heng's eyes dodged a little, first looking at He Zhiran, then at the corpse thrown over there in the distance, and finally at what he had done to the Mo family.
At this time, Nan Heng's forehead was already covered in beads of sweat.
Mo Jiuye reminded him coldly again: "Thought about what to say?"
Nan Heng felt that he was on the verge of collapse. He shouted: "No...Mo Jiuye, I am a prince of the Da Shun Dynasty, you cannot treat me like this..."
Mo Jiuye had long since lost his patience with Nan Heng.
He was seen stabbing downward with the tip of the military knife in his hand toward Nan Heng's instep.
"Are you going to say it or not?"
Nan Heng was so pained that he immediately let out a pig-like scream.
"Ah...Mo Jiuye, you cannot treat me like this..."
He Zhiran glanced at the clock in the infirmary. She and Mo Jiuye had been in this space for more than two hours.
If this dragged on, it would be dawn outside.
Originally, seeing Nan Heng's cowardly appearance, she did not intend to use hypnotic methods to inquire about the situation anymore.
After all, her mastery of hypnosis was just the tip of the iceberg, and she couldn't guarantee success every time she used it.
Not to mention she had already exhausted a lot of energy when using hypnosis on Yun Li earlier. If she performed it on Nan Heng again, she was afraid the success rate would not be very high.
But under the current circumstances, they could not afford to delay any longer.
Therefore, He Zhiran decided to try to hypnotize Nan Heng again.
Just as she was about to take action, she saw that Mo Jiuye had already forced Nan Heng to open his mouth over there.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything I know, as long as you let me go." He was so scared by Mo Jiuye that he changed his form of address from "this prince" to "me".
Mo Jiuye did not make any promises. He shook the knife in front of Nan Heng.
"Speak!"
Seeing this, He Zhiran had a flash of inspiration and quickly purchased a voice recorder from Taobao Treasury.
Before Nan Heng could open his mouth, she turned on the voice recorder and switched it to the recording function, then stood by Mo Jiuye's side.
No matter if this voice recorder would come in handy in the future, it was better to be safe than sorry.
Nan Heng stared at them timidly and said, "Some of the evidence of the Mo family's rebellion was forged by me asking the National Teacher of the Southern Border to fabricate it, and there's also... there's also..."
Seeing Nan Heng hem and haw, Mo Jiuye urged harshly: "What else?"
"There's also... also Mo Xiuyan's death..."
Hearing Mo Xiuyan's name, the corrosive killing intent flashed through Mo Jiuye's eyes again.
He grabbed Nan Heng by the collar, interrogating: "It was you who killed my fourth brother?"
Recalling that in the past, his eldest brother, second brother, and third brother died on the battlefield one after another, and his fourth brother Mo Xiuyan resolutely took on the responsibility of guarding the border.
