When He Zhiran and Mo Jiuye saw this, they both turned their heads away, not wanting to look directly at him.
He Zhiran couldn't help but say: "It's so disgusting that your mother opened the door for Nausea. It's so disgusting."
It seems that after getting rid of these two people, she will have to clean the space carefully...
Mo Jiuye sneered and said mockingly: "It's really embarrassing for a king 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 it at all.
Now that he was being ridiculed by two people, he wanted to find a hole in the ground immediately and never come out to see anyone in his life.
At this time, Yunli roared with all his strength:
"Mo Jiuye, even if I die, I will drag Mo Yunfeng with me to support you. You will regret it!"
Nan Heng knew the meaning of Yunli's words.
In his impression, the relationship between the Mohist 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.
Thinking of this, the fear in Nan Heng's heart became more intense.
A person who doesn't even care about his brother's life shows how cruel he is.
I'm afraid that no matter how much he begs today, Mo Jiuye won't let him go.
However, at this time, Nan Heng would rather deceive himself than accept the reality.
"Mo... Mo Jiuye, as long as you are willing to let me go, I can guarantee you that in the future, when I successfully ascend the throne, I will definitely clear up the injustice for the Mo family and restore you to your position as the Protector of the Country... No
...I can also grant you the title of King with a different surname..."
It's strange that Mo Jiuye can believe his nonsense.
The Mo family does need to clear their grievances, but they don't need a helper who will pee his pants out of fear.
What's more, he was completely disillusioned with the imperial court, and the temptations Nan Heng said were not attractive to Mo Jiuye at all.
He gave Nan Heng a cold look and said nothing.
At this moment, he and He Zhiran had the same purpose, which was to let Yunli's tragic situation completely destroy Nan Heng's remaining will.
When Nan Heng saw that Mo Jiuye did not open his mouth to refute, he thought that Mo Jiuye was tempted by the temptations he said, so he planned to continue to seduce him.
Just when 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 Yun Li was contaminated by the pus that made people want to vomit just by looking at it.
"Yunli, get away, don't touch me."
When Yunli heard Nan Heng's voice, he tried hard to control his physical discomfort and roared:
"Nan Heng, you also fell into Mo Jiuye's hands, what qualifications do you have to laugh at me?
The torture I am undergoing right now, I believe it will be your turn soon!"
Hearing this, Nan Heng shivered instinctively.
He is the prince of Dashun, and he doesn't believe that Mo Jiuye dares to treat him like that.
"No...this is impossible. You and I have different identities. Mo Jiuye doesn't dare to do anything to me."
Seeing that Nan Heng was about to die and still couldn't accept the reality, Yunli mocked: "Let's wait and see!"
After insisting on saying so many words, Yunli's state became crazy again.
His body rolled back and forth on the ground, and soon he became silent.
In front of Nan Heng, He Zhiran deliberately used his mind to send Yunli's body to an inconspicuous corner.
Nan Heng saw with his own eyes that with a wave of the strange woman's hand, Yunli's body quickly floated up and then landed on the ground.
This scene looked extremely strange in Nan Heng's eyes, and even reminded him of witchcraft.
He didn't know who the beautiful woman next to Mo Jiuye was, and in this special situation, he didn't have much energy to figure it out.
Who would have thought that such a woman whom he ignored would actually know how to do sorcery?
His eyes stared at He Zhiran in horror, and his body instinctively curled back.
"You...who are you?"
He Zhiran looked down upon such a cowardly man the most in his past and present lives combined.
"You are not qualified to know who I am. If you don't want to end up like Yunli, just answer our questions honestly."
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 in such a miserable way, I'll tell you the truth about what you did to the Mo family."
Facing Mo Jiuye's question, Nan Heng's eyes dodge a little. He first looked at He Zhiran, then looked at the corpses dumped in the distance, and finally thought of what he had done to the Mo family.
At this time, Nan Heng had a lot of beads of sweat on his forehead.
Mo Jiuye reminded her coldly again: "Have you thought about what to say?"
Nan Heng felt that he was on the verge of collapse, and he roared: "No... Mo Jiuye, I am the prince of the Dashun Dynasty, you can't do this to me..."
Mo Jiuye had already lost patience with Nan Heng.
I saw the tip of the saber clenched in his hand pointed downwards, aiming at Nan Heng's feet.
"Say or not?"
Nan Heng was so painful that he let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
"Ah... Mo Jiuye, you can't treat me like this..."
He Zhiran glanced at the wall clock in the medical room. It had been more than two hours since she and Mo Jiuye entered the space.
If it continues like this, it will be dark outside.
At first, seeing how cowardly Nan Heng looked, she didn't plan to use hypnosis to ask about the situation.
After all, the hypnosis skills she has mastered are only superficial, and there is no guarantee that she will be successful every time she uses them.
Moreover, she had already spent a lot of energy when using hypnosis on Yunli. If she used it on Nan Heng again, the success rate would not be very high.
But the current situation does not allow them to waste any more time.
Therefore, He Zhiran decided to try using hypnosis on Nan Heng again.
Just when she was about to make a move, she saw Mo Jiuye forcing Nan Heng to speak.
"I said, I will tell you everything I know, as long as you are willing to let me go." He was so frightened by Mo Jiuye that he even changed his title from me to me.
Mo Jiuye did not make a promise and waved the knife in front of Nan Heng.
"explain!"
Upon seeing this, He Zhiran had an idea and quickly bought a voice recorder on Taobao.
Before Nan Heng spoke, she turned on the switch of the voice recorder, set it to the recording function, and then stood next to Mo Jiuye.
Regardless of whether this voice recorder will come in handy in the future, in short, be prepared.
Nan Heng stared at the two men timidly and said: "Some of the evidence of the Mo family's rebellion was forged by me asking the Southern Xinjiang Imperial Master to forge it, and... and..."
Seeing Nan Heng hesitate, Mo Jiuye urged sharply: "What else?"
"And...and Mo Xiuyan's death..."
Hearing Mo Xiuyan's name, Mo Jiuye's eyes once again showed bone-crushing murderous intent.
He grabbed Nan Heng by the collar and asked, "Did you kill my fourth brother?"
Looking back at that time, the eldest brother, the second brother, and the third brother died in the battlefield one after another. The fourth brother Mo Xiuyan resolutely took over the important task of guarding the border.