After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

Meng Lang put his hands on his hips and cheered: "Yes, yes! Let's see how many moves you can take from my master!"

A trace of worry flashed across Arna's face.

Meng Qianqian took in her expression and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Arna frowned and said, "Master Mo Yi's skills are very special. It is difficult for ordinary people to kill him..."

Meng Lang snorted, "Don't boost others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige. My master is the famous Chen Long! The number one expert of the Twelve Guards, do you understand?"

He reached into his sleeve pocket to take out another peach, and after searching for a long time he finally remembered that he had let Meng Qianqian eat the last one at the winery.

It's really greedy sister who is wasting money!

Arna said softly: "I know that the prince is very powerful, but please be careful when fighting with Mo Yi. It is best not to let him get too hurt."

These words sounded awkward, but those who knew Mo Yi's evil power knew that she was speaking from the bottom of her heart.

Mo Yi relies on his injuries to improve his skills. To attack him, you must either hit him with one strike or exhaust his energy. But you must never use your internal force to weaken him, otherwise all of it will become his nourishment.

"What kind of evil skill is this?"

Meng Lang was a little curious.

Meng Qianqian glanced at him: "Why? You want to practice?"

Meng Lang: "Can we practice?"

Meng Qianqian agreed generously: "Sure, if you want to practice evil skills, you must castrate yourself first."

Meng Lang: "..."

Arna chuckled: "Yinhuwei is really funny."

Meng Lang's hair stood on end: "You lied to me?"

Meng Qianqian gave him a look of contempt.

She had never practiced any evil martial arts, nor had she read any manuals on the secrets of martial arts. She was just making it up.

With Chen Long holding Mo Yi hostage, Arna was able to once again use her martial arts to control the black-clad assassin at the other end of the alley.

"Quick! Let's go!"

Arna said to Meng Qianqian and Meng Lang.

Meng Lang turned around and watched the battle between Chen Long and Mo Yi.

With Arna's reminder, Chen Long restrained his murderous intent and did not feed Mo Yi with moves. Instead, he switched to defense and continuously consumed Mo Yi's internal energy.

"My master is really very well-rounded. He is a good attacker and his defense skills are not weak either."

"Not weak? The fact that you are still alive today is because Chen Long showed mercy."

He doesn't have much ability, but he has a big mouth.

Is this kid qualified to judge Chen Long's defense like this?

Chen Long's martial arts style is mainly based on attack, but it does not mean that his defense is inferior to others.

At least among the Twelve Guards, no one can break his offense and defense.

Meng Qianqian was also paying attention to the duel between the two.

Judging from the current situation, it would be difficult for Mo Yi to get rid of Chen Long.

"what!"

Arna's foot stumbled on the stone tiles.

Meng Qianqian reached out and supported her: "Are you okay?"

Arna shook her head: "It's okay."

Meng Qianqian slid her hand down, held her hand, and didn't let go.

Arna's eyes moved, her heart suddenly felt warm, and her cheeks turned red.

There were a huge number of black-clad assassins, and Meng Qianqian had no idea how these people sneaked into the capital. At least they definitely did not appear with the envoy's team.

Could it be brought by Amushan?

No, maybe earlier.

"what."

Arna stumbled again.

Fortunately, Meng Qianqian had been holding her hand and pulled her back in time.

"No, it's okay."

Arna said, suppressing her fatigue.

"Stop using witchcraft."

Meng Qianqian said to Arna.

Arna was stunned.

She didn't expect that Meng Qianqian could see that she had over-used witchcraft.

No wonder she wanted to hold her hand.

She... is such a considerate person.

"Can I still fight?"

Meng Qianqian asked Meng Lang.

Meng Lang said nonchalantly: "It depends on who I hit..."

Before he could finish his words, Meng Qianqian grabbed him and threw him at the masked man in black who was coming towards them.

Meng Lang was caught off guard: “……!!”

One of him and Meng Qianqian definitely picked it up!

Meng Lang started fighting with the Loulan killer.

Meng Qianqian would occasionally throw two poisonous insects to help him out.

Meng Lang gritted his teeth and said, "Why didn't you use the poisonous insects earlier? Take them all out!"

Meng Qianqian said: "That won't work. Gu worms are very valuable. If we use one, we will have one less."

Meng Lang: "Your brother, I only have one life!"

Meng Qianqian thought about it seriously.

Meng Lang's body trembled: "You actually hesitated! My life is not as valuable as a bug!"

Arna whispered, "Poisonous insects are very expensive in our Loulan. The ones in the hands of the Tiger Guards should be top-grade poisonous insects. One can be sold for a thousand taels. As for your head..."

She blinked and held up three fingers.

Meng Lang: "Three hundred taels?"

Arna silently withdrew a finger.

Meng Lang: "Two hundred taels?"

People are worse than insects!

Arna: "Little slave, two taels."

Meng Lang's face darkened: "..."

After getting rid of the killer in the alley, the three of them headed north.

Meng Qianqian has lived in the capital for many years. She seldom went out in the first few years. Since her divorce from Lu Lingxiao, she has often wandered around the capital. She has been to almost all the places she should go, but has never been here.

The terrain was too unfamiliar.

She didn't dare to rush in for a while.

Fortunately, there is Arna.

She expressed her doubts: "You are also new to the capital, how come you are so familiar with this place?"

Arna lowered her eyes and said, "To be honest, I have already entered the capital."

Meng Lang suddenly realized: "You are indeed a spy!"

Arna wanted to argue, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that Meng Lang was right.

If I am not a spy from Loulan, then what am I?

"This is the stronghold of the Loulan people. The first group of Loulan people who came here already have grandchildren."

Meng Lang was stunned: "The Loulan people started to infiltrate my forces so early?"

Arna hummed, thought of something, and hurriedly waved her hand to explain: "But I didn't come that early."

Meng Lang sneered: "Of course, you're coming so early, aren't you an old witch?"

Arna couldn't help laughing out loud.

Meng Lang said with a click of his tongue: "I insult you, and you're still laughing?"

Arna smiled like the brightest pearl: "The fairy is very beautiful, you are praising my beauty."

Meng Lang was stunned.

Arna smiled and said, "I came to the capital three months ago, together with Prince Amushan. After arriving in the capital, I stayed here while he went to Youzhou."

Meng Qianqian said seriously: "There is indeed a dancer on the list of Loulan envoys."

Arna said, "She was a maid in disguise, to hide the fact that I had already entered the capital."

Meng Lang asked, "You have been lurking in the capital for so long, what news have you heard?"

Arna hesitated for a moment and said, "I can't tell you this."

Meng Lang pointed at himself and Meng Qianqian and said, "You helped us escape. In the eyes of Princess Loulan, you are already a traitor. You don't think you can return to her side and be loyal to her in the future, do you?"

Arna shook her head: "Arna is the princess's person, she cannot betray the princess."

Meng Lang wanted to persuade him, but Meng Qianqian interrupted him: "No wonder you are so bad at fighting, you just use all your strength on your mouth."

Meng Lang, who was constantly attacked by his sister, said: "..."

Next, the three of them passed the Loulan people's secret sentries one after another without any danger.

"Something's wrong."

Meng Qianqian suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Meng Lang asked.

Meng Qianqian stared and said, "It went so smoothly."

Meng Lang pointed at his bruised and battered face and said, "Do you want to take a closer look before you speak? I'm half dead, and you say it went too smoothly? If it wasn't smooth——"

Before he could finish his words, Meng Qianqian pushed him away with a palm.

A cold spear shot towards them like a thunderbolt, passed by the brother and sister's noses, and shot a huge hole in the wall.

Meng Lang covered his chest with lingering fear.

Arna looked across at the other side, her face pale with fear: "They... why are they here too..."

Meng Qianqian and Meng Lang both looked in the direction her gaze was looking, and saw at the end of the dark street, a man riding a tall horse, wearing a full set of silver armor, with only a pair of black eyes showing, leading a team of cavalry identical to him, standing guard in the night in full battle readiness.

The difference is that he is stronger and taller.

"Your Loulan cavalry?"

Meng Lang touched his chin and said, "The aura they carry is so strange, eerie, like ghosts."

Arna explained: "They are the wizard's ghost-faced cavalry."

Meng Lang raised his eyebrows: "The Ghost Face Cavalry is very powerful? Are they as powerful as the Black Armored Army?"

"It's different." Arna shook her head. "Have you ever heard of the medicine man in Medicine King Valley?"

Meng Qianqian said: "I've heard of it."

They were a group of killing tools made with drugs, feeling no pain, not afraid of death, having long lost their normal human sanity, and simply followed orders.

Back then in the underground palace, Ji Feng once captured a medicine man alive at a heavy price.

Arna continued, "There is a kind of puppetry in witchcraft. The dead warriors created by it are similar to the medicine men in Medicine King Valley."

Meng Qianqian frowned: "You mean, they are assassins?"

Arna took a deep breath and said, "Not only are they dead soldiers, they are also puppets. In short, we have to be careful."

Meng Lang walked out, stood in front of the two women, and said solemnly: "You go first."

Meng Qianqian: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Meng Lang: "I'm afraid, so leave quickly before I change my mind."

Meng Qianqian said: "I'm afraid it's not up to you to decide."

The leading ghost-faced general raised his hand and gestured, and a team of cavalry quickly went around behind the few people and surrounded them.

Meng Lang clenched his fists: "I finally got the chance to be a hero, can't you guys just be more sensible?!"

He rose from the ground, his body as fast as a meteor, and punched the Ghost-faced General hard in the center of his forehead.

Unexpectedly, the other party just raised his hand slightly and caught his fist easily.

Meng Lang was shocked.

The next moment, the opponent twisted back and slapped him back.

He crashed into a wall and was buried under the rubble.

"What a quick palm technique."

Meng Qianqian sighed.

This person is much more powerful than the medicine man that Ji Feng captured.

The Ghost-faced General grabbed a second spear and aimed at Meng Qianqian's heart.

Meng Qianqian shot out a silver needle.

However, he found that the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles were like nails stuck on copper and iron and had no effect at all.

"The direction of their veins is different from that of ordinary people."

Unfortunately, all the poisonous insects in her body have been used up.

Right now, we can only fight hard.

The second spear came fiercely.

Meng Qianqian stepped on her tiptoes and jumped high.

The third long-haired rod came galloping.

Meng Qianqian did a backflip, stepped on the spear, turned the spear around, and then did a roundhouse kick, kicking the spear back elegantly and neatly!

The other party slowly reached out and grasped it.

Arna exclaimed: "I caught the attack from the Tiger Guards..."

The Ghost-faced General noticed Arna and Meng Lang who was about to crawl out of the ruins.

He shot out two spears in succession.

Just as Meng Qianqian went to rescue Meng Lang and Arna, the Ghost-faced General shot a fatal blow at Meng Qianqian's head.

Arna screamed, "Don't—"

call out!

The spear brought with it a sharp gust of wind and a sound that broke through the air, almost tearing the night apart.

Meng Qianqian had on a soft armor made of natural silk, so she wouldn't die, but this terrible blow would probably seriously injure her.

She concentrated her energy on her dantian and tried her best to protect the fetus in her belly.

However, the imagined pain did not come.

Someone came out of nowhere and stood in front of her.

One sword splits the mountains and seas, one move shakes the rivers!

click!

The spear broke in half.

Lu Yuan raised his sword and slashed at the Ghost-faced General with the force of mountains and rivers.

The Ghost-faced General reached for the spear again.

But the spear, along with his arm, was cut off by the sword.

Blood splattered everywhere, spraying all over his face.

He seemed a little dazed and confused, as if he had not yet recovered from the fact that his arm was broken.

Meng Qianqian held the spear in both hands and looked at the man who protected her and her child in the critical moment.

She would never admit that he was so handsome.

Even her heartbeat quickened.

Meng Lang, with dust and sand all over his forehead, asked in astonishment, "Is this my lazy brother-in-law?"

Meng Qianqian threw away the spear and stepped on his instep.

Meng Lang screamed in pain!

With the first move, Lu Yuan cut off one of his arms.

With the second move, Lu Yuan injured his leg.

Although the Ghost-faced General did not feel any pain, he was aware of how difficult Lu Yuan was.

He ordered a siege.

The cavalry swarmed forward.

At this time, Xun Wu arrived with the Xiaoying Guards.

The two groups of people fought fiercely.

Meng Qianqian observed the battle situation between the two sides.

The Loulan wizard's assassins were already very powerful, but unexpectedly, Xun Wu's secret guards were not at a disadvantage.

They certainly have some advantages in numbers, but more importantly, they are good at using formations to make up for the shortcomings of individual combat power.

"Duan Mingyue, ah Duan Mingyue, who are you?"

Meng Qianqian became more and more curious about his identity as he was able to train such a cavalry.

Lu Yuan kicked the Ghost-faced General off his horse, then he grabbed a spear and retaliated against him, piercing his head with one blow.

Arna covered her eyes.

Meng Lang also covered Meng Qianqian's.

Meng Qianqian: “…”

Arna was full of admiration: "Even Lord Mo Yi couldn't defeat the Ghost-faced General in such a short time."

That’s because the Ghost-faced General touched Lu Yuan’s weak spot.

Her husband is very protective of her.

Lu Yuan looked down at his defeated opponent, took out a handkerchief indifferently, wiped the blood off the sword, then turned and walked towards Meng Qianqian.

On the other side, Xun Wu and Xiaoyingwei also dealt with the last ghost-faced assassin.

At this time, the sky will be bright.

The street was so quiet that only the breathing of a few people could be heard.

"Are you hurt?"

Lu Yuan asked with a deep look in his eyes.

Meng Qianqian shook her head gently: "No, I'm fine, how about you?"

Lu Yuan rubbed her head and said, "Your husband is fine."

Meng Qianqian smiled knowingly, put her arms around his waist and leaned into his arms.

"dirty."

He was spattered with blood.

Meng Qianqian hugged him tightly: "I don't mind."