Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 841

Chapter 841 - Chapter 842 The more afraid you are, the more worried you are about something

What if Feng Yin intentionally pretended to be Mu Jin and she did not recognize him at the first moment?

Feng Yin and Mu Jin were really the most similar twins she had ever seen in this world. Their voices and faces were the same, and even their figures were the same.

"Iris, you're too scared of Feng Yin. The more you're afraid of something, the more you worry about something. But in reality, these things might not happen. Perhaps Feng Yin has already died?"

"Let's hope so!" Wei Yuanwei could only reply that she hoped that Feng Yin would die or never appear again.

Just because he had a face that looked exactly the same as Mu Jin's, he had really become the person she was most afraid of.

"Rest well!" Mu Jin warned Wei Yuanwei once again before she left the room.

The moonlight shone down onto Mu Jin's clean and white clothes, and under the illumination of the moonlight, her silver gray hair seemed to flutter around like snow in winter. It was crystal clear, and suffused with a faint l.u.s.ter.

Mu Jin's pitch-black eyes were as vast as the ocean.

Pus.h.i.+ng open the door to the study, just as the candles in the study were lighted up, the figures of a few hidden guards quietly appeared behind Mu Jin.

"Didn't you find anything?" Mu Jin who was dressed in snow-white robes had his back facing the dark guard, his tall and cold body made him seem like the ruler of the world.

The few guards lowered their heads to look at each other, then one of the guards reported, "According to Young Chieftain's orders, our subordinates will carefully search the nearby roofs and trees with Jiangnan Courtyard as the center. As long as it's a place where people can hide, even if it's a corner, our subordinates will not let a single person go.

"Did you see anyone light a lamp nearby?" Mu Jin lit up the candles on the table one by one, the study room becoming brighter and brighter.

The candlelight dragged the shadows of the few men to the wall.

Lighting a lamp?

The guards looked at each other again, then one of them said, "Yes, there are lights on in the gambling houses and shops nearby!"

The gambling den and brothel?

Mu Jin's thin lips coldly rose, these two places were truly suitable for hiding!

Right now, it was the dead of night. The gambling house was bustling with noise and excitement. To the gamblers, there was no distinction between day and night.

This gambling den wasn't very big, but the tables in the room were surrounded by all kinds of people. Some of them were dressed well, some of them were in simple clothes, some of them were old and some of them were young.

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a grey s.h.i.+rt walked from the corner to the candlestick hanging in the room. The light from the candle illuminated the middle-aged man's body.

He was tall but thin, with his head lowered and chest tucked in. His hair was messy, and he had a beard that made him look very unkempt.

Like many gamblers who had lost money, they looked dispirited and remorseful.

As he walked shakily out of the gambling house's main entrance, the moonlight inadvertently shone on his two hands, which were hanging by his sides. His hands were exceptionally white and slender, which did not match his age or the skin on his face.

The middle-aged man raised his head to look at the starry sky and the inky night sky before sighing softly.

Then he turned around and looked at the tower behind him. The extremely beautiful eyes on his slovenly face were slightly narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

That was close! He was almost found!

Turning around, the middle-aged man walked on the quiet and long street by himself.

Mu Jin, you won't be able to catch me this time. You won't have a chance next time.

With this thought, the middle-aged man lowered his head and sped up his footsteps.

However, when they arrived at the mouth of the alley, the middle-aged man stopped in his tracks and raised his head to look at the white clothed man standing under a willow tree.

The middle-aged man acted as if he did not see it, lowering his head once more. His body swayed as he walked forward.

When he walked past the man in white, the man in white's clear and cold voice slowly came from the middle aged man's ears: "When you left the Su'er and tried to control Ning Zheyan's consciousness, you wasted a lot of your time, right? Otherwise, you shouldn't be touching me at this time! "

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the white clothed man standing under the willow tree. His silver hair looked as if it had been washed by the milky way, each strand exuding a mysterious and intimidating aura.

The silver mask on his face made him appear as though he was shrouded in a layer of h.e.l.l's information.

Just as Mu Jin had finished speaking, a few hidden guards wearing silver masks quietly landed around the middle aged man.

The middle-aged man lifted his head and used his white hands to comb his messy and greasy hair.

Just from that posture, Mu Jin immediately recognized that the person in front of him was a woman!

Only women would naturally lift their pinky when they combed their hair, and only women would have such long fingernails.

"I thought I could escape successfully!" When the middle-aged man spoke, almost everyone present was shocked. This was because the voice that came from the large, unkempt body was actually a woman's voice. She was around thirty years old, and her innocence without a young girl was a profound sense of time.

Mu Jin's hawk-like eyes shot towards the middle-aged man's face. He had to admit that this woman's attire was extremely clever, because if she did not say it, he would not be able to differentiate between her real gender in a short period of time.

"No, it's just that you couldn't escape!" Mu Jin said coldly.

Hearing that, the middle-aged man laughed out loud, and the same ice-cold voice came over: "Right, not just me, Young Master, you have to think this through, if you kill me, then Su'er will really be in danger. Don't you realize that Su'er is gradually becoming less innocent, and less cute?"

Mu Jin walked over to the middle-aged man. The two of them were around the same height, and other than the fact that they were skinny, Mu Jin found it hard to believe that a woman could look so tall.

But right after, Mu Jin seemed to have found a flaw, he opened his palm, and a sharp blade flew from the secret guard's hand to Mu Jin's hand.

Immediately after, Mu Jin used his blade to slice across the middle aged man's neck.

It should have been a scene of blood flowing in all directions, but when the blade sliced through the air, nothing happened except for the head falling to the ground.

"You are from an underworld clan!" Mu Jin looked at the woman who had her head sliced off, and a head popped out.

It was very rare for a woman to be so tall, and the reason why she was so tall was because she had given herself a fake head.

On the other hand, the head was extremely lifelike. Furthermore, due to the deliberate wearing of a large set of clothes and the night sky, it was difficult for ordinary people to detect that something was amiss.