The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 311 Then kill him!

Mo Jiu closed his eyes. In fact, all his other senses were used for feeling. He could detect that the three beggars were slowly approaching him.

Getting closer, getting closer...

The trembling of his body had reached a terrifying level, as if he had been electrocuted. Not only did he tightly close his eyes, he could also tell that he was clenching his teeth tightly, and his whole body was completely tense.

Mo Jiu could feel that the group of people had already arrived at the bedside... had climbed onto the bed... and had already stretched out their hands towards her!

The trembling of his body suddenly stopped, everything came to an abrupt halt, and his whole body collapsed there, as if his bones had been removed, and turned into a puddle of mud.

However, even at this point, Mo Jiu still didn't say a word.

A beggar's hand stopped just an inch away from Mo Jiu's face, but he did not dare to let it fall again.

Han Qingyan's hands slowly clenched, almost to the point of crushing her fists.

This tyrant...must she kill him?!

She quickly walked to the dragon bed, stretched out her hand and pinched Mo Jiu's neck. Her tone was more solemn than ever before, without any hint of teasing or irony: "Since Your Majesty would rather die than admit it, then we have no choice but to go."

Dead!"

Seeing this, the three beggars were all silent, not daring to look at Han Qingyan. They looked at each other and hurriedly left the dragon bed and even the palace.

Mo Jiu recovered from the suffocating fear and felt real suffocation. He raised his hands and subconsciously grabbed Han Qingyan's wrist, as if trying to break free.

Seeing this, Han Qingyan increased the strength of her hands.

Under such circumstances, his pale face gradually turned red, but he did not show a trace of pain. Instead, he showed relief and joy. His hands slowly loosened and fell to his sides, staring deeply like that.

Han Qingyan's emotions were so complex that she could even catch a hint of gratitude and smile, making her eyebrows and eyes look sad and moving.

Han Qingyan looked at Mo Jiu blankly, as if she was shocked by his beauty before his death.

Moreover, the incomprehension and confusion in her heart became more and more intense. Why on earth did the threats that were more terrifying to this tyrant than death fail to work?

Yes, he has never been afraid of death. This is a kind of relief for him. She has known it for a long time.

Thinking of this, Han Qingyan slowly let go of her hand.

"Ahem..." Mo Jiu coughed violently, with rational tears oozing from his eyes, looking extremely fragile.

He looked at Han Qingyan with a trace of doubt in his eyes, wondering why she didn't kill him.

But he had already reached his limit and couldn't say a word. He just lay on the dragon bed, his chest heaving violently.

Han Qingyan opened her lips, turned around and left the palace without saying the last word.

Outside the palace, three 'beggars' were kneeling there. Han Qingyan stared at them gloomily, remained silent for a moment, and said: "It has nothing to do with you, you can go."

"Yes, Imperial Master!"

Looking at the backs of the three of them, Han Qingyan gritted her teeth.

They are not real beggars, she asked her cronies to pretend to be them.

Not mentioning that there were no beggars in the imperial city, how could she really let a beggar get his hands on Mo Jiu? She regretted it the first time, so how could she do it a second time?

Moreover, how could she... be willing to do so.

But why... why did that tyrant refuse to agree to that edict of sin?!

When Wang Feng and the others died, this was the punishment and price he deserved. It was small enough, and it only damaged his reputation. Now, does he have even a shred of good reputation?

This is to calm Pei Feng's anger. Her most trusted subordinate died, and she must be given an explanation.

As long as he admits those crimes, she can definitely save his life!

but……

What happened in Mo Jiu’s past!

Han Qingyan was extremely irritable. She could even see through Pei Feng because she was familiar enough with him. Only that tyrant had dragon energy to protect his body, and for unknown reasons, she couldn't see anything from him at all.

If she could see his past, she would know the truth behind his persistence.

Do we really need to know all this from the King of Zhou?

Han Qingyan's thoughts were confused for a moment, so she had to leave the palace and go out to find Pei Feng.

Pei Feng turned around and saw his best friend's face was gloomy, containing strong anger.

"What's wrong, that tyrant didn't agree?"

"No." Han Qingyan's words revealed a hint of irritability, "I even used the means to threaten him. He would rather be insulted by a beggar than agree to the edict of sin."

"Those crimes were all committed by him personally. Even a child of seven or eight years old knows it clearly. Why should he deny it?" Pei Feng said angrily.

Han Qingyan said slowly: "He admits all the others, except for one... killing his sister and killing his father. He refuses to admit it."

Pei Feng snorted coldly and said in a cold voice: "This tyrant also knows that of all the crimes he has committed, this one is the most serious. He would rather die than bear this crime, but how can he be left alone? If he doesn't admit it, then

Just kill him!"

She just wanted to make this tyrant despised by everyone. If the emperor's soul really remained after his death, she would also make sure that he would not be able to find peace after his death.

But if he doesn't agree anyway, then he will have to die a painful death.

"It's me who takes action this time," Pei Feng said.

Han Qingyan's face changed slightly and she frowned, "I'll do it."

Pei Feng stared at her deeply, as if he wanted to read some clues from her face.

Obviously, Han Qingyan's behavior made her suspicious again.

Pei Feng had always been worried that her best friend would fall in love with the tyrant. After all, she had to admit that the tyrant's appearance was the best among all the men she had ever seen.

If this tyrant had not taken action against Wang Feng and the others, she would have allowed Han Qingyan to take him into custody. For such a proud male emperor, this would be truly endless torture.

But all her closest subordinates died, so naturally he had to be buried with them!

Han Qingyan's face was gloomy, and she looked at Pei Feng without any escaping: "I will take action, and you will watch from the side. When the time comes, I will read his memory to see what this tyrant has experienced in the past. I'm afraid

You accidentally killed him."

Pei Feng nodded slowly: "Okay."

She had seen Han Qingyan use this method similar to 'soul searching'. In the end, those people were either stupid or completely fell into a coma and could never wake up again.

And she also agreed to let her watch from the sidelines. What else could she have to doubt?

The two of them set off towards the palace together. On the way, Han Qingyan had another uneasy feeling. She had felt this way before Mo Jiu bit her tongue and committed suicide.

"No! That tyrant is going to commit suicide again. Go back quickly!"