Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 523

Wei Yuanwei was very clear in his heart that this was the prelude to Feng Yin's recovery of his memories. The fear he displayed must have been a bad memory of his childhood, and it was even the weakest thing that had been hidden within his heart.

"Shall we take a hot bath? After that, you will have a comfortable sleep and everything will be fine! " Wei Yuanwei's gentle voice sounded in Feng Yin's ears.

Feng Yin lifted his perspiring face, looked at Wei Yuanwei, and realized that his breathing was no longer as ragged as before. Looking at Wei Yuanwei's peaceful expression, Feng Yin cutely nodded his head.

When Wei Yuanwei poured some hot water and was about to walk out of the screen, Feng Yin once again grabbed onto Wei Yuanwei's arm, and carefully said: "Can you not leave?"

Wei Yuanwei looked at Feng Yin's expression and said: "If I don't leave, I'll stay behind the screen! If anything happens, just call me. "

Although Feng Yin was unwilling, he still let go of Wei Yuanwei's sleeves.

Wei Yuanwei sat at the round table, and after hearing the sound of clothes being taken off, she opened up a piece of paper, picked up a charcoal pen, and started drawing on top of the paper.

Did he really think that a mere mist would be enough to make things difficult for her? As long as she created a compa.s.s, not to mention the fog, she could even walk out of the vast desert.

"Wei Yuanwei, what are you drawing?" Just as Wei Yuanwei was drawing absentmindedly, Feng Yin's voice suddenly came from behind.

Wei Yuanwei subconsciously packed up the blueprint, only to see Feng Yin dressed in a white undergarment, with his black hair flowing down on his shoulders, occasionally dripping water on his hair, causing his undergarment to become wet, faintly revealing Feng Yin's perfect figure.

"Painting anywhere, are you done bathing?" Wei Yuanwei's voice was calm, she swept a glance across Feng Yin's face.

He still had that silly look on his face, but the fear in his eyes hadn't completely dissipated yet.

"Yes!" Feng Yin nodded, then walked to Wei Yuanwei and hugged him.

Wei Yuanwei immediately pushed Feng Yin away. "If you've finished bathing, why don't you go and sleep for a while?"

"I don't dare to sleep alone, why don't you sleep with me?" Feng Yin grabbed Wei Yuanwei's hands and prayed like a child.

However, Wei Yuanwei's face still remained as cold as ever: "I still have things to do, why don't you go sleep? It's still daytime right now, so don't be afraid! "

"But …" Feng Yin lowered his head, and a layer of fear once again shrouded his otherwise foolish face, as he unconsciously grabbed onto Wei Yuanwei.

"I don't know why, but many terrifying scenes always flashed in my mind. Corpses covered with human blood, scorpions and venomous snakes …" The more Feng Yin spoke, the more frightened he became, and the more he held onto Wei Yuanwei, the more he dared not loosen his grip.

"I also heard a voice that said: You can only live one more time!" Feng Yin's head started to hurt again, and many images flooded into his mind. These images were very dark and b.l.o.o.d.y, hard for his heart to accept, and he had never felt such fear before.

Wei Yuanwei looked at Feng Yin, saw his face which once again became white, and the deeper the frown on his forehead, Feng Yin should have more or less recalled his past events.

"What else can you think of?" Mu Jin did not recover it immediately. It was only a fragment that appeared in his mind, which allowed his memories to slowly recover. Maybe, when he woke up, Feng Yin's memories would be restored.

Feng Yin placed his hand on his head, "I can't remember, I can only think of one thing … Two images appeared. One was blood, the other was darkness, I saw many unfamiliar faces, some were alive, some were dead, but I didn't recognize any of them … "

The more Feng Yin said, the more uncomfortable he felt. He directly squatted on the ground with an abnormally pained expression, as if his entire head was about to burst open.

In the end, Feng Yin grabbed onto Wei Yuanwei's arm and spoke helplessly: "Wei Yuanwei, I'm afraid, I'm really scared. I don't want to see any more of those scenes, I really don't want to!"

As Feng Yin continued to speak, he was also on the verge of collapse. Sparkling tears flowed out of his eyes, telling Feng Yin how scared he was.

Wei Yuanwei didn't know what exactly the scene that appeared in Feng Yin's mind was, but it was definitely related to his childhood, so she patiently comforted and consoled him.

However, Feng Yin still curled up to the side in extreme fear. He merely hugged Wei Yuanwei's body, and seemed to be treating Wei Yuanwei as a safe haven, and also seemed to be avoiding something.

His body, which was originally calm, once again began to tremble, and even his limbs became uncontrollable.

Not long after, cold sweat began to seep out of his body like rain.

"It's okay, it's okay. Don't think about it anymore. Just go sleep. Can I accompany you on the side?" Wei Yuanwei pulled Feng Yin towards the bed, and then covered him up.

Feng Yin's pitch-black eyes continued to open in fear, his two hands tightly grabbed onto Wei Yuanwei's hand without letting go.

His face became more and more ferocious, as if he was struggling or dodging something.

Wei Yuanwei continued to coax them from the side as she spoke to comfort them. After a long while, Feng Yin closed her frightened eyes and quietened down.

Wei Yuanwei, on the other hand, looked at Feng Yin with an extremely cold expression. She wanted to pull out her arm, but she discovered that Feng Yin had grabbed her hand extremely tightly, and was unable to do so no matter what.

Wei Yuanwei called out for a few more times, but seeing that Feng Yin did not have any reaction, his right hand slowly took out her Featherless Blade s from his waist.

If Feng Yin continued to be foolish like this, perhaps she would not make a move against him. But Feng Yin was already on the verge of recovering his memories, and the more he thought about it, the more dangerous it would be for her to Mu Jin.

She did not wish for Feng Yin and Baili Qingcheng to join hands to deal with Mu Jin at that time.

Wei Yuanwei clenched the Featherless Blade in her hand tightly, Feng Yin's eyebrows were still knitted tightly, she gritted her teeth, and a thin layer of perspiration covered his forehead.

I'm sorry, Feng Yin! To be merciful to you would be to be cruel to Mu Jin and me. I don't want Mu Jin to do anything else to me!

I really don't want to kill you, but I really can't think of a second better meal besides that!

Wei Yuanwei held the Featherless Blade s and aimed it at Feng Yin's heart. This blade's edge was extremely thin, its blade edge was sharp, and it did not have any blood on it.

Wei Yuanwei raised her arm high up and closed her eyes, she then stabbed her blade into Feng Yin's heart.

As a plastic surgeon, she was confident that as long as she stabbed him, his heart would stop beating, and he wouldn't suffer much!