Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 925

"I know, she's stalling for time. It looks like she still has some hope for Feng Yin!" Mu Jin immediately revealed Yu Qiao's motive.

He had experienced extreme pain before, so he knew that extreme pain meant numbness!

Yu Qiao lied on the ground, covering her own wound, her eyebrows knitted tightly. Because of the pain, her back was already drenched in cold sweat.

"Feng Yin is here, but he won't save you. He wants you dead!" After Mu Jin finished speaking, the flexible sword in his hand had already pierced towards Yu Qiao's throat.

Fresh blood splattered into the air once more as Yu Qiao fell into a pool of blood with eyes filled with unwillingness and hatred, completely devoid of any signs of life.

"Su'er seems to have been poisoned!" With Yu Qiao's death, Ai Lin immediately hugged Su'er and said to Mu Jin.

Mu Jin walked over to the unconscious Su'er, took her pulse, and then said to Ai Lin: "Su'er is fine, later I will use Qi to force the poison out of her body, let's leave this place first!"

"Then... Where's Ning Zheyan? " Although Mu Jin's hands were warm when he was pulling Ai Lin, it still made Ai Lin feel uncomfortable.

Mu Jin's eyes became misty. "Let's leave this place first!"

Just as Mu Jin carried Ai Lin and Su'er onto the carriage, before they could even go out of the courtyard, Mu Jin pulled on their horses.

The night was dark, and the shadow of the tree spoke as if there was a thick layer of clouds in front of them. It was very depressing to look at it.

Under the hazy night, one could vaguely see a figure standing beside the gurgling stream. As the wind blew, the clothes on the figure's body began to flutter along with the wind.

The atmosphere seemed to turn cold all of a sudden, the wind blew and the trees rustled, but Mu Jin and the figure seemed to forbid it.

Seated in the carriage, Ai Lin hugged Su'er, sensing that something was wrong outside, but she did not dare to open the curtain to look, afraid that the moment she lifted the curtain, more arrows would immediately fly in.

Mu Jin held the reins tightly in his hands, and looked at the figure in front of him with narrowed eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, under the moonlight, the figure slowly turned around. It was just a action of a pitcher, and Mu Jin already confirmed that the person was Feng Yin.

"Mr. Tong is dead, who are you planning to find next?" Feng Yin's cold and hoa.r.s.e voice rang out. It was as if he was mixing together with a stream. It was light and melodious, almost as if it was not there at all.

That voice made it impossible for Ai Lin, who was sitting in the carriage, to tell who was who at all. Besides the difference in tone, that voice really was the same.

Mu Jin sat on the carriage, and looked straight at the faraway wind hum.

Right now, the biggest difference between them was their hair. One was silver while the other was black.

"I have developed this Gu for three years. Other than me, there is no one else in this world who can remove it!" As Feng Yin spoke, he slowly walked towards Mu Jin. Every step seemed light, but his steps were especially steady.

Until Feng Yin arrived in front of Mu Jin, Mu Jin did not speak at all. One of them sat on the horse carriage and the other stood in front of it, staring at each other.

"You look at me as if we just separated yesterday!" Feng Yin looked at Mu Jin's expression and smiled evilly.

"Cang Chu is one of your people!" Mu Jin's pitch-black eyes carried too much emotion. Although he looked calm on the surface, the truth was that he had long ago become violently surging.

Feng Yin smiled again. "Why do you say that?"

"The only people who know that Cang Chu and I are exchanging ident.i.ties, are Xuan Li and Cang Chu. Xuan Li will not sell me out, and the only ones who will remain are Cang Chu!" He had come here as Cang Chu, but Feng Yin was not surprised to see him. This was something that he had known for a long time.

"Interesting, you seem to have forgotten Ning Zheyan's existence?" The curve of Feng Yin's lips continued to expand, and he remained completely indifferent towards Mu Jin's words.

"Ning Zheyan will not sell out Wei Yuanwei, furthermore he is only being controlled by you, you can't get any information from him!" Mu Jin said with absolute certainty.

"Cang Chu is a strange man. Although he is very shrewd, he always disguises himself as a harmless looking person, making it easy for others to get close to him, but he has never hurt anyone, his martial arts are also very high, and in some aspects, he possesses an extremely high talent. However, he willingly followed beside Wei Yuanwei, but he does not have any love for Wei Yuanwei!" When Feng Yin entered the underworld clan, he saw Cang Chu a few times.

At first glance, Cang Chu seemed to have a very bright, candid personality, and it was easy for people to get a good impression of him. On the surface, he looked sunny, but his heart was extremely gloomy.

Why was he able to judge what kind of person Cang Chu was through the few short encounters?

Because he and Cang Chu were of the same type, both of them possessed extremely dark hearts, and this kind of person could always easily see through others.

"He doesn't like women!" Mu Jin said in a very decisive manner.

Feng Yin was startled, then nodded his head, as though he agreed with Mu Jin's words: "Are you serious?"

"So does Cang Chu like you? Is he helping you? " Mu Jin held onto the reins in his hands, his straight posture leaning against the railing behind him, looking rather relaxed, without a single trace of vigilance.

As if he had heard a very funny joke, Feng Yin lightly tapped on the tip of his feet. Like a b.u.t.terfly spreading its wings and flying in the air, his entire body lightly landed on the seat beside Mu Jin.

The two of them seemed to have not seen each other for a long time as they sat together and chatted casually.

"You should have seen the letter Xuan Li wrote to you, right?"

"What?" Mu Jin's face revealed a trace of suspicion.

"Not yet?" It was also my fault. I should have read it as soon as possible, and wouldn't have taken up too much time. In the letter, Xuan Li said that Cang Chu was once a young eunuch of the Crown Prince Palace, and his name was Mu Zhi … "

Just as Feng Yin finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Mu Jin, who was at the side.

"No impression?"

"It was given to him by the Crown Princess. I don't know much about that eunuch, I only remember that he was good-looking and very pleasing to the eye. He was a popular person by the Crown Princess's side!" Mu Jin said as he reminisced bit by bit.

"Is that so … Xuan Li had also said in his letter that the Crown Princess and the Ju'er had actually killed themselves, not him. "Actually, you know about it as well. It's just that you're not willing to admit it!" Feng Yin's elegant, mist-like eyes landed on Mu Jin's face, as if he was carefully observing Mu Jin's expression.

Mu Jin tightened his grip on the reins, tightly pursed his lips, and fell into a period of silence.

That slightly twitching face perfectly depicted the struggle in his heart.