Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 923

"Ning Zheyan, what should I do if my poison can't be cured?" Ai Lin listened to Ning Zheyan. She and Mu Jin had experienced so much, but had never lived happily ever after.

She even felt that instead of tormenting herself like this, it was better to separate. Perhaps it would be a bit more comfortable than before.

"Mu Jin will definitely unravel it for you!" Ning Zheyan said in a serious tone, "The reason why he has done so much is simply because he wants to be with you!"

"I don't have any memories now, and I really don't have any feelings for Mu Jin at all. Furthermore, because of the insect poison, I am separated from him by a lot, and I know he's very good, and also very outstanding. Before, there must have been a lot of girls who liked him, but, I feel that now …" Ai Lin was silent for a moment, as though she wanted to say something, but hesitated.

"small tail, what do you have to say for yourself? I'm on your side, I won't tell Mu Jin! " Ning Zheyan turned his body and moved closer to Ai Lin.

This way, he would be able to see Wei Yuanwei's expression even more clearly.

"You said that he and I have been through so much, and that we haven't even spent as much time together as we have together. Since that's the case, why don't we split up? Their ultimate goal when we're together is to hold hands and face the difficulties together, and spend the rest of our lives together, not holding hands for the sake of parting." Maybe it was because he didn't have any love himself, that Ai Lin was able to be so rational.

If the purpose of the two of them being together was to hold hands after parting, then both of them would be very tired. Since that was the case, it would be better to split up, separate from each other, and also very comfortable.

Ning Zheyan was shocked that Wei Yuanwei would say these words. Before she said these words, Wei Yuanwei would never say them.

It was because it was not easy to be together that they were especially cherished.

"Maybe it's because you were poisoned by the Gu poison, that's why you said that!" Ning Zheyan comforted Wei Yuanwei.

"No, I'm using the mentality of a bystander to a.n.a.lyze it!" Ai Lin shook his head and said in an extremely calm manner, "Actually, we all know in our hearts that besides Feng Yin, no one else can cure me of the parasite. If Mu Jin wanted Feng Yin to cure me of the parasite, he would have to pay a heavy price, and even be threatened with death. Since this is the case, this parasite poison cannot hurt me.

All the pain was caused by a single word, love. Without this word, many troubles would be solved.

Feng Yin couldn't threaten Mu Jin, so these two brothers couldn't do anything to him, and could only openly fight.

Ning Zheyan listened intently, his charming eyes suddenly flashed with a blazing light, and after that it slowly settled down, becoming a thick black.

The peaceful and peaceful face that was filled with warmth had, in the blink of an eye, turned into a devilishly charming face.

"small tail, since that's the case, why don't you come with me?" Ning Zheyan moaned softly, the smile on his lips was like a blooming poppy, bewitching and glistening, with seductive petals.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous. Ai Lin looked at Ning Zheyan's seductive and exquisite face, and her warm and soulful eyes, made people's hearts move.

Ai Lin looked at Ning Zheyan at such a close distance. From his exquisite facial features to her perfect outline, every single detail was captivating.

It was as if something was constantly attracting her, causing her to be unable to s.h.i.+ft her gaze away.

Ning Zheyan's joints were distinct, and with a warm hand, he gently lifted Ai Lin's face. At first, Ai Lin was startled, but there was no reaction.

Feng Yin also has no way of threatening him anymore. The two of you can live happily together, and you can have a good talk with Mu Jin. Separating the two of you is the best outcome! " Ning Zheyan's warm tone of voice blew across Ai Lin's face. It was warm, warm and, at the same time, carried a very refres.h.i.+ng flavor.

Ai Lin still retained a trace of reason, "But, Mu Jin likes me so much, don't you think it's better for him to just give up and throw salt in his wound?"

Ning Zheyan smirked: "Mu Jin loves you. He loves you a lot. He can do anything for you, but would you rather he be in pain or watch him die for you?"

These words seemed to hit right on Ai Lin's mind.

The two brothers thought they were being cruel, so it was definitely not an ordinary grudge. When the time came, either you die or I live, one of them will die.

Did she want Mu Jin to die?

and live well apart from each other,

It was still better than the difference between Yin and Yang!

The moment Ai Lin lowered his head, Ning Zheyan had already lowered her head and kissed him. Ai Lin's first reaction was to struggle, but Ning Zheyan took the opportunity to hug Ai Lin, making Ai Lin's struggles futile.

"small tail, it's very easy to make Mu Jin give up. As long as you're with me, Mu Jin will give up!" Ning Zheyan opened his lips and said softly. His tone was so tender, so deep in love.

Ai Lin gradually stopped struggling as well. When the fresh air around Ai Lin completely surrounded her lips, she subconsciously wanted to close her eyes.

However, in a split second, the smile on Ning Zheyan's face instantly turned into a sneer. He was holding Ai Lin's hand and had unknowingly taken out a sharp blade from his waist.

Just as it was about to stab into Ai Lin's chest.

"Clang", a rock ruthlessly hit Ning Zheyan's hand, causing him to immediately throw the blade in her hand away.

The sound of the blade hitting stone was exceptionally clear.

As for Ning Zheyan's hand, a b.l.o.o.d.y gash had been smashed into the ground by the small stone.

"Ning Zheyan?" Ai Lin wanted to say something, but Ning Zheyan immediately pounced forward, wanting to kill him.

Ai Lin's face changed as she quickly retreated.

Just at that moment, a silver figure quickly appeared in front of Ai Lin and clashed with him.

A red and white figure appeared extremely dazzling in this dark night.

What had happened?

Ai Lin immediately ran over to the soundly asleep Su'er and watched the two figures entangled together. After a few rounds, Ning Zheyan was obviously not a match for Mu Jin.

"Iris, bring the Su'er and leave!" Mu Jin's palm struck Ning Zheyan's body, wanting to quickly settle this battle, but Ning Zheyan did not dodge at all, and continued to fight with Mu Jin.

There was no way for him to escape.

After Ai Lin finished listening, she carried Su'er and ran in another direction.

But before he could walk far, a dark figure appeared in front of Ai Lin, the sword in his hand aimed straight for Ai Lin's chest: "Wei Yuanwei, you have lived long enough!"

Ai Lin dodged almost completely relying on her conditioned reflex, narrowly avoiding the fatal strike.