The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 315: Take my share and live well

"Your Majesty..." Ye Rumeng's voice was trembling, with a hint of begging in it.

Mo Jiu didn't seem to see the deep pleading in her eyes: "Let's go."

"Your Majesty, this servant cannot..."

"Huh?" Mo Jiu still had imperial power after all. A short word of 'hmm' made Ye Rumeng shut her mouth, but her eyes turned slightly red.

Seeing this, Mo Jiu's eyes finally softened and she said softly: "You know me best. I have always longed for death. Death is the best destination for me..."

This is true. As early as when Mo Jiu killed his imperial sister and father, he had already planned to leave this world. However, Ye Rumeng's words rekindled his belief in living, that is, to kill all the people he knew.

Kill all the people in his past so that he can die without any worries.

For this reason, Ye Rumeng even delayed Mo Jiu's attack on Mo City, just because he didn't want to commit suicide without a trace of nostalgia after he had no worries about him anymore.

Ye Rumeng remained silent.

"Except for King Zhou, everyone else should be dead, right?" Mo Jiu asked.

In addition to King Zhou, there were several people who knew about that incident. But since Ye Rumeng could bring King Zhou here from Mo City, the others should have died long ago. He asked her just to know one person.

The exact answer.

Ye Rumeng nodded slowly, her voice suppressing strong emotions: "Yes..."

A smile finally appeared on Mo Jiu's face. The slightly curved eyebrows and raised lips were so bright and moving for a moment that the stunning Ye Rumeng couldn't move her eyes away.

It had been too long since she had seen His Majesty smile like this. He only smiled like this when he killed the former emperor and his father and prepared to commit suicide.

"Then you promise me one last thing."

Ye Rumeng instinctively didn't want to agree, because it sounded like Mo Jiu was saying his last words, but with his bright smile, she couldn't say any words of rejection at all.

Han Qingyan was right about one thing. She was indeed His Majesty's most loyal dog. No matter what he wanted to do, she would obey his wishes without ever disobeying him. This had almost become an instinct for her.

.

"Kill King Zhou, and then... live well." Mo Jiu said softly every word.

In this way, he no longer has any regrets and can die with peace of mind...

"Your Majesty..." Ye Rumeng's body trembled, and tears fell down again from the tears on her cheeks.

"What's there to cry about? You should be happy for me." Mo Jiu said with a slight smile, looking at Ye Rumeng with extremely gentle eyes.

"I have one last thing...no, nothing more."

He originally planned to let Ye Rumeng kill him. She believed that in order to fulfill his last wish, even if King Zhou was far away, she would kill her at any cost. What's more, King Zhou has now fallen into Ye Rumeng's hands.

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Therefore, he thought that he might as well die first, lest he fall into Han Qingyan's hands and experience unknown torture.

But then I thought about it, that would mean letting Ye Rumeng kill him with her own hands, and she would suffer for the rest of her life.

Therefore, Mo Jiu did not give the last order. For Ye Rumeng, he would rather accept Han Qingyan's torture.

At this time, there was another commotion outside, and the troops sent by Han Qingyan finally arrived.

Mo Jiu turned to look out the window and saw a tall figure. Han Qingyan was also here, so Pei Feng must be here too.

"Let's go..." Mo Jiu whispered to Ye Rumeng. He was surrounded and unable to escape, but he became calmer and calmer. He just looked at her with a smile, with eyes that she had never seen before.

gentle.

Ye Rumeng's face showed an expression of pain and struggle, and Mo Jiu slowly said the last words: "Take my share and live well."

Having said this, Ye Rumeng finally stopped struggling, stared at Mo Jiu with red eyes, and uttered hoarse words from his clenched teeth: "Slave... I obey."

As soon as her voice fell, she melted into the shadows and disappeared.

The next moment after Ye Rumeng left, Han Qingyan led someone to break in and saw Mo Jiu lying on the bed. She was no longer wearing a broken blood-stained dragon robe, but a new one.

Women's clothes.

Han Qingyan was expressionless, but even Mo Jiu felt the aura on her body.

That's murderous intent.

She stared at Mo Jiu with her deep black eyes, and said lightly: "Is it the most sincere dog that Your Majesty keeps by your side?"

Mo Jiu didn't answer her, but showed a faint smile to her, then opened his mouth... and bit down hard!

A cold catkin appeared on his face, and Han Qingyan's two fingers expertly pinched his cheeks, making it impossible for him to bite off it.

She knew that Mo Jiu knew that she would never succeed in biting her tongue, and her actions were deliberately made so obvious just to provoke her.

Han Qingyan was silent for a long time, and then she let out a pleasant chuckle, with a touching smile on her pretty face: "Your Majesty, you didn't let her kill you, which is the worst thing you have ever done in your life."

The system said: 'Host, are you going to die next?'

'Death will not lead to death, probably...life is worse than death.' Mo Jiu silently put all his luck on his soul, trying to alleviate the pain he felt as much as possible.

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would not be able to help begging Han Qingyan for mercy.

That night, horrible screams rang out in the prison.

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Two days passed, and Han Qingyan looked coldly at Mo Jiu, who was covered in blood and could no longer distinguish his appearance.

Pei Feng stood aside and witnessed with his own eyes Han Qingyan's torture of this tyrant, which lasted for two days without stopping for a moment.

"Is this... okay?" Han Qingyan spoke hoarsely to Pei Feng, with a hint of suppressed anger in it.

Pei Feng did not notice this anger, but asked: "With his appearance, can you see what happened in his past now?"

"That's enough." Han Qingyan lowered her eyes and whispered, "You can go out, I'll leave this place to you..."

"Um."

She had witnessed the tyrant being subjected to all kinds of the most cruel tortures and tortures, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse. As long as Han Qingyan used soul-searching methods again, he would be indistinguishable from death.

Although this level still cannot repay the death of Wang Feng and the others, it must be enough for this tyrant.

This was the biggest lesson he had ever experienced in his life, and it was also the last lesson.

Pei Feng turned around and left. Until he was sure that she had left completely, Han Qingyan finally stopped suppressing her emotions and kicked down the shelf with torture instruments next to her.

Bang!

There was a shaking sound here, which seemed to represent the anger contained in Han Qingyan's heart.

Only Mo Jiu, who was hanging on the torture rack, remained motionless, as if he was already dead.