The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 288 Son of Destiny?

It was agreed that Mo Jiu would be locked up, but he was actually locked up in his palace, not a prison.

This was obviously not because Han Qingyan and the others were merciful, but because they did not control the prison. Even if Han Qingyan was strategizing, they would not dare to imprison the emperor blatantly.

Doesn't that mean that the word "rebellion" is written on his face? Even if Mo Jiu is an out-and-out tyrant, it does not rule out that there are people who are still loyal to him, just like Ye Rumeng.

"Tell me, where did you lock Xiao Lin?!"

As soon as the door of the palace was pushed open, Pei Feng, who had been holding Mo Jiu, stopped being soft and pushed him in. Mo Jiu staggered forward a few steps, but in the end he failed to maintain his balance and fell to the ground.

, rolled half a circle on the ground, and the tied long hair was scattered.

He got down on all fours and lay on the ground. He suddenly turned around and stared coldly at Pei Feng. His slightly accelerated breathing revealed that he must be very angry at the moment, but his face was calm, and his joy and anger were not obvious.

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"I have said before, I have no impression of the person you are talking about." Mo Jiu said coldly, slowly standing up from the ground.

Han Qingyan nodded slightly: "He didn't lie."

Mo Jiu glanced at her.

There was a hint of anxiety in Pei Feng's words: "Where is Xiaolin now?"

"Don't panic, I can guarantee that he is still alive and well." Han Qingyan closed her eyes, raised her right hand, and kept moving her fingers into various shapes flexibly and skillfully.

Seeing this, Pei Feng immediately fell silent and did not disturb her.

"What is she doing?" Mo Jiu asked doubtfully.

Pei Feng opened his mouth and scolded: "Shut up!"

Mo Jiu's face darkened, but thinking of his current situation, he still closed his mouth.

After a while, Han Qingyan opened her eyes: "He should be locked up in prison now."

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry and save Xiao Lin!" Pei Feng said anxiously.

"Then your Majesty will need to lead the way for us." Han Qingyan looked at Mo Jiu, the meaning of her words was self-evident.

If you want to go to the dungeon unimpeded, you can only rely on Mo Jiu.

Just when Pei Feng was about to say something, Mo Jiu suddenly said: "Okay, I will lead the way for you."

Han Qingyan smiled: "Your Majesty is quite capable of bending and stretching."

Mo Jiu remained silent.

When you get to the prison, I will definitely let you die without a burial place!

Han Qingyan stared at Mo Jiu and suddenly said: "Does Your Majesty plan to wait until he reaches the prison and find a way to capture us?"

Mo Jiu's calm pupils suddenly trembled.

Can she know his inner thoughts?

"This is not a mind-reading skill. It's just that I know a little bit about His Majesty and know that His Majesty can't be captured like this." Han Qingyan smiled lightly. Although she called herself 'Chen', she was obviously being sarcastic.

As she spoke, she slowly walked towards Mo Jiu and came to him.

Facing Han Qingyan who was so close at hand, Mo Jiu remained calm: "What, are you planning to kill me?"

"Your Majesty is still needed now, not for the time being, but..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qingyan made a sudden move. The movement was so swift that Mo Jiu didn't even react. His lips were pried open, and a round object was inserted into his throat. His throat was violently pushed a little, and he even spit it out.

If it doesn't come, he swallows it.

"Well..." Mo Jiu raised her hands to cover her neck in pain, and said angrily, "What did you feed me?!"

Han Qingyan chuckled and said: "A small poison pill, this is to make Your Majesty obey."

"So, Your Majesty had better not think about catching us or getting rid of us. Without my antidote, in just twelve hours, Your Majesty will probably enjoy a life worse than death."

Mo Jiu's expression changed for a while, and finally he said hoarsely: "This is Military Master Han's method, I have learned from it..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and leave!" Pei Feng said in a deep voice. She no longer wanted to waste any more time here.

Mo Jiu had no chance of resistance at all, so he had no choice but to take Han Qingyan, Pei Feng and the others to the prison.

"His Majesty!"

The two guards guarding the prison door were shocked at first when they saw Mo Jiu, and then they knelt down on one knee.

Mo Jiu didn't explain anything, but simply said: "Open it."

The guard opened the door quickly without any hesitation.

They had heard the reputation of the tyrant, so how could they dare to ask Mo Jiu what he wanted to do? Just obey the orders honestly.

Mo Jiu stepped forward and when he was stepping through the iron gate of the prison, Han Qingyan quickened his pace and stepped in at the same time as him.

He was stunned, and immediately thought of the reason why she did this.

She was worried that he would go in first and then close the iron door directly.

But he has been fed poison pills, so what can he do if he gets rid of them?

Mo Jiu couldn't help but sneer: "Master Han is really cautious."

Han Qingyan responded with a faint smile.

The three of them walked in the dark prison like this, passing through more than a dozen dungeons, in which a woman was imprisoned alone. She had a beautiful face, but her face was too pale, her clothes were ragged, and her long hair was messy. Many people were mentally disturbed for a long time.

Something was amiss under his detention.

Seeing this, Pei Feng and Han Qingyan both frowned and their faces darkened slightly. They felt the tyrant's desolation, lewdness and cruelty up close.

Mo Jiu, on the other hand, had a calm expression and regarded the lives of these people as nothing more than grass on the roadside.

Finally, after passing several more dungeons, Pei Feng and Han Qingyan stopped in front of a dungeon at the same time, and saw a thin figure huddled in the corner. The cheeks hidden under the messy hair were so fragile, as if they were lightly touched.

It will break if touched.

Mo Jiu's eyes moved slightly.

He also felt a unique fluctuation of luck from this person, which was even stronger than that of Pei Feng.

The girl of luck?

No, they said he was a man. Could it be that he was the son of luck in this world?

No wonder they want to kill him and provoke the fate of this world. Who can survive?!

"Xiao Lin!"

At Pei Feng's call, the man's body suddenly trembled, and then he slowly raised his head, revealing a haggard face, and the pupils in his dim eyes were trembling, as if in disbelief.

"Pei Feng..." he said hoarsely, as weak as a dying cat.

Han Qingyan's tone became colder for the first time: "Where is the key?"

Bang!

Hearing a loud noise, Pei Feng directly opened the cell door, rushed in, and hugged the young man tightly in his arms.

"It's really you...it's really..."

Hearing the young man's somewhat tearful words, even Pei Feng, the iron-blooded God of War, had a hint of sourness in his eyes, and coaxed gently: "I'm late, it's okay, everything is okay."

Under her comfort, the boy who had been frightened for a long time finally relaxed and fell asleep peacefully in Pei Feng's arms.

Mo Jiu watched this scene quietly: "He was caught by the people I sent because he was disguised as a woman."

This is a simple explanation. He wanted to minimize Pei Feng's murderous intention towards him.

But then he saw Pei Feng carefully lifting up a corner of the boy's clothes, revealing the purple skin underneath.

His breathing was inexplicably stagnant at this moment.