Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 908

Ning Zheyan stood at the side, feeling that she was just air, and was extremely embarra.s.sed. After coughing a few times, she said, "Then Zheyan will be going out first!"

As Ning Zheyan walked past him, Mu Jin's low voice sounded out: "I'm going to leave here with Hawktail and Su'er right now. Do you want to come with us?"

"Wherever the small tail goes, Zheyan will go!" He was no longer a pure person, and her only goal in life now was Wei Yuanwei.

He only needed to see her every day and speak to her. He didn't dare to ask for anything more.

Ai Lin raised her eyes, and sized up Mu Jin and Ning Zheyan's faces, was this considered provocation?

She was Mu Jin's wife! Ning Zheyan had actually said that in front of Mu Jin!

But after Ai Lin observed them for a long time, both Mu Jin and Ning Zheyan's expressions were light and cold. The light in their eyes were also calm, as if there wasn't any smell of gunpowder.

This scene really made Ai Lin feel that it was strange!

"Then follow me!" Mu Jin withdrew his gaze and said indifferently.

Ning Zheyan was sinister, although she could be controlled by Feng Yin at any time, this still required Feng Yin to be within a certain range for Ning Zheyan to be able to do that.

He actually hoped that Feng Yin would control Ning Zheyan's consciousness as soon as possible, so that he could find Feng Yin.

"Where are we going? Not going to follow the army to Northern Desert State? " It was good to leave the camp, but Ai Lin was also unhappy to witness the cruel battle.

"Where do you want to go?" The expression in Mu Jin's eyes instantly changed back to the previous gentleness.

Where did she want to go?

"Let's go to a relatively peaceful and prosperous place, shall we?" Ai Lin made a small calculation in her mind. She was planning to open her first plastic surgery clinic in the Ancient Era.

"Mother, why don't we return to the underworld clan?" Su'er heard their conversation and raised her head. Her long eyelashes were still stained with tears, "Su'er misses Grandfather …"

An underworld clan? was completely confused as to what kind of place it was.

"We're not going back. Since we haven't decided on it yet, let's think about it as we walk!" Mu Jin said as he looked at her.

He did have many places to go, but they did not match the bustle that Wei Yuanwei had described.

Because of Mu Jin's arrival, the army that should have left a long time ago delayed their departure by two hours.

The army headed west, while Mu Jin drove the carriage at the opposite direction of the army.

Ning Zheyan rode on her horse by herself and slowly followed behind Mu Jin's carriage. Compared to the mighty fifty thousand strong army, she looked somewhat lonely.

Hiding in Ai Lin's embrace, Su'er chattered a great deal of common words. It was probably because Mu Jin had brought her to many places during these two months just to find her.

Ai Lin was actually moved when she heard it. She lifted up the corner of the curtain and looked at Mu Jin's burly figure who was driving the carriage. The corners of his eyes drooped down and were filled with thick sorrow.

She wasn't Wei Yuanwei, so she didn't know about Wei Yuanwei and her past. Therefore, her feelings towards him could only be described as a good man.

But she really didn't have such deep feelings for Mu Jin, so much that when Mu Jin looked at her with that gaze, she felt that she was somewhat unable to endure it.

Because the person who walked in with him was not her!

The more Mu Jin treated her well, the more guilt and guilt welled up in her heart!

The more he felt that he was unable to withstand this sort of love.

On the other hand, when he was with Ning Zheyan, it was much easier!

Su'er laid on the window ledge, looking at Ning Zheyan who was riding a horse beside him. When the wind blew, Ning Zheyan's long hair that was as black as ink and her fiery red clothes blew up.

Curious, Su'er reached out to grab them. For a moment, Ning Zheyan and Su'er were playing around extremely happily.

"Why are you always staring at my mother!" Su'er stretched out his hand and grabbed a few times, and every time, it was only to the extent of hitting empty air when his hair and clothes were about to come into contact with Ning Zheyan.

When she raised her eyes, she saw Ning Zheyan smiling at her.

Ning Zheyan retracted her gaze, laughed, and did not reply.

Su'er returned to the carriage, her arms folded across her chest as she looked at Wei Yuanwei. "Mother, who is he?

Ai Lin also wanted to know who Ning Zheyan was and what relationship they had previously.

"Mother doesn't remember anything. Go ask your father?" Ai Lin thought.

When the Su'er heard this, he replied, "My father is busy, I'll go ask him directly!"

With that, Su'er stood up and made Mu Jin stop the horse carriage, saying that he would ride together with Ning Zheyan.

Mu Jin looked at Ning Zheyan, who then rode up to the front of the carriage and extended his hand out towards Su'er: "Get on!"

Su'er snorted lightly and immediately unleashed her lightness skill, jumping onto Ning Zheyan's horse.

"Qing Gong is not bad!" Before Ning Zheyan could finish speaking, the figure of the Su'er, who was sitting on the horse, suddenly changed. Fortunately, Ning Zheyan had grabbed onto her arm in time for him to ride on the horse, "It's just that the balance is a bit worse!"

With that, Ning Zheyan gently pulled on the ropes, her speed increasing.

Ai Lin immediately instructed: "Slow down, stop falling!"

The children of ancient times were indeed good, unlike the children of the modern era who were extremely hypocritical.

"Ning Zheyan's qinggong isn't bad, she won't let anything happen to Su'er!" Mu Jin trusted Ning Zheyan in this aspect. Even if he lost, Ning Zheyan could make the Su'er safe and sound: "You want to go to a place more prosperous, do you plan to open a plastic surgery clinic?"

When Ai Lin heard her expression, he felt that something was amiss. How did he know what she wanted to do? No, the most important thing was, how did he know that she was going to open a plastic surgery clinic.

She didn't say anything. The word plastic surgery should be a stranger to the ancients, right?

"You … "How would you know?" Ai Lin's heart was filled with curiosity. She dared to bet that she had never said this word before, absolutely not: "Do you know Mind Reading? Do you know what I'm thinking?"

After Mu Jin heard this, he laughed: "How would I know Mind Reading? Opening up a plastic surgery has always been something you want to do, it has always been delayed, but Su'er said that you opened up a lot of plastic surgery in the underworld clans.

This had always been something that she wanted to do. Ai Lin frowned, as if her entire body had sunk into a gigantic black hole.

Did she say that before? She just transmigrated here less than a day ago?

Could it be that Wei Yuanwei was also a person of the twenty-first century, and was also a plastic surgeon like her?

How was this possible? How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

"Is that so? Do you know who I learned this technique from? " Ai Lin asked tentatively. She wanted to prove the idea that was currently in her mind.

"Are you saying that you learned it from an otherworldly expert?!" Mu Jin tilted his head and looked at Ai Lin, whose expression had clearly changed: "Actually, I don't believe it!"