Chapter 143: So Disgusting

Seeing this, He Zhiran and Mo Jiuye both turned their heads away at the same time, not wanting to look directly at him.

He Zhiran couldn't help but say: "It's really disgusting. It's disgusting to the extreme."

It seems that after dealing with these two people, she needs to give the space a thorough cleaning...

Mo Jiuye sneered and said sarcastically: "It's really shameful for a prince of a country to be so cowardly."

Nan Heng himself didn't want to do such a shameful thing, but the scene just now scared him so much that he couldn't control himself at all.

Being mocked by the two of them, he wished he could find a hole to crawl into immediately and never come out to see anyone again in his life.

At this moment, Yun Li roared with all his might:

"Mo Jiuye, even if I die, I will drag Mo Yunfeng down with me. You will regret it!"

Nan Heng understood what Yun Li meant.

In his impression, the relationship between the Mo brothers can be said to be indestructible.

However, looking at Mo Jiuye's performance at this moment, it seemed that he didn't care about Mo Yunfeng's life at all.

Thinking of this, Nan Heng's fear became stronger and stronger.

A person who doesn't even care about his brother's life can be seen as cruel.

I'm afraid that no matter how much he begs today, Mo Jiuye will not let him go.

However, at this point, Nan Heng would rather deceive himself than accept reality.

"Mo... Mo Jiuye, as long as you are willing to let me go, I can promise you that when I successfully ascend the throne, I will definitely redress the injustice done to the Mo family and restore your position as Duke Protector of the Country... No... I can even make you a king of a different surname..."

It would be strange if Mo Jiuye believed his nonsense.

The Mohists did need to clear their names, but they did not need the help of a good-for-nothing who would pee his pants out of fear.

What's more, he had completely lost hope in the imperial court, and the temptations Nan Heng mentioned had no appeal to Mo Jiuye at all.

He glanced at Nan Heng coldly without saying a word.

At this moment, he and He Zhiran had the same goal, which was to let Yun Li's miserable condition completely destroy Nan Heng's remaining will.

Seeing that Mo Jiuye did not refute, Nan Heng thought that he was tempted by the temptations he mentioned, so he planned to continue to seduce him.

Just as Nan Heng was about to speak, Yun Li's struggling and twisting body rolled towards him again.

Nan Heng couldn't dodge in time and was contaminated by the nauseous pus on Yun Li's body.

"Yun Li, get out of the way and don't touch me."

Yun Li heard Nan Heng's voice, tried hard to control the discomfort in his body, and roared:

"Nan Heng, you have also fallen into Mo Jiuye's hands, what qualifications do you have to laugh at me?

I am suffering now, I believe it will be your turn soon!"

Upon hearing this, Nan Heng shuddered instinctively.

He was the prince of Dashun, and he didn't believe that Mo Jiuye dared to treat him like that.

"No... this is impossible. You and I have different identities. Mo Jiuye wouldn't dare to do anything to me."

Seeing that Nan Heng couldn't accept the reality even when death was imminent, Yun Li taunted him, "Then we'll just have to wait and see!"

After insisting on saying so many words, Yun Li became crazy again.

His body rolled back and forth on the ground, and soon he was silent.

In front of Nan Heng, He Zhiran deliberately used his mind to send Yun Li's body to an inconspicuous corner.

Nan Heng saw with his own eyes that the strange woman waved her hand, and Yun Li's body floated up quickly and then fell to the ground.

This scene looked extremely strange to Nan Heng, and even reminded him of witchcraft.

He didn't know who the beautiful woman following Mo Jiuye was, and in this special situation, he didn't have too much energy to figure it out.

Who would have thought that such a woman who was ignored by him actually knew witchcraft.

He stared at He Zhiran with horror in his eyes, and his body instinctively curled up backwards.

"You... who are you?"

In both his past and present lives, He Zhiran despised such cowardly men the most.

"You are not qualified to know who I am. If you don't want to end up like Yun Li, answer our questions honestly."

At the same time, Mo Jiuye strode forward, grabbed Nan Heng's hair and lifted him up.

"Did you hear me? If you don't want to die miserably, confess the truth about what you did to the Mo family."

Facing Mo Jiuye's question, Nan Heng's eyes were a little evasive. He first looked at He Zhiran, then looked at the corpse thrown there in the distance, and finally thought of what he had done to the Mo family.

At this time, Nan Heng had beads of sweat on his forehead.

Mo Jiuye reminded again in a cold voice: "Have you thought about how to say it?"

Nan Heng felt like he was on the verge of collapse. He roared, "No... Mo Jiuye, I am the prince of the Dashun Dynasty. You can't do this to me..."

Mo Jiuye had long lost his patience with Nan Heng.

He held the saber tightly in his hand with the tip pointing downwards, stabbing it towards Nan Heng's feet.

"Will you tell me?"

Nan Heng screamed like a pig being slaughtered in pain.

"Ah...Mo Jiuye, you can't treat me like this..."

He Zhiran glanced at the clock in the infirmary. More than two hours had passed since she and Mo Jiuye entered the space.

If we keep wasting time like this, it will be dawn outside.

Seeing Nan Heng's cowardly look, she didn't plan to use hypnosis to inquire about the situation.

After all, she only knew the basics of hypnosis and couldn't guarantee that it would be successful every time.

Besides, she had already spent a lot of energy when using hypnosis on Yun Li just now. If she used it on Nan Heng again, the success rate would probably not be very high.

But the current situation does not allow them to waste any more time.

Therefore, He Zhiran decided to try hypnotizing Nan Heng again.

Just when she was about to take action, she saw Mo Jiuye forcing Nan Heng to speak.

"I'll tell you everything I know, as long as you let me go." He was so frightened by Mo Jiuye that he even changed his address from "this king" to "I".

Mo Jiuye did not make any promise and waved the knife in front of Nan Heng.

"explain!"

Seeing this, He Zhiran had an idea and quickly bought a voice recorder on Taobao.

Before Nan Heng spoke, she turned on the recorder, switched to the recording function, and then stood beside Mo Jiuye.

Regardless of whether this recorder will come in handy in the future, it’s better to be prepared.

Nan Heng stared at the two men timidly and said, "Some of the evidence of the Mohist rebellion was fabricated by me at the request of the Southern Frontier State Master, and some... and some..."

Seeing Nan Heng hesitating, Mo Jiuye urged sharply, "Anything else?"

"And... and Mo Xiuyan's death..."

Hearing Mo Xiuyan's name, Mo Jiuye's eyes once again revealed a bone-chilling murderous intent.

He grabbed Nan Heng by the collar and demanded, "Did you kill my fourth brother?"

Looking back, the eldest brother, the second brother, and the third brother died in battle one after another, and the fourth brother Mo Xiuyan resolutely took on the important task of guarding the border.