Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 998

"Hahahaha..." Dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, Feng Yin walked up the nine steps step by step and sat on the dragon throne. Looking at the officials kneeling at his feet, he let out a wild and arrogant laugh.

He had finally become Mu Jin, and finally sat on the throne. This mountain and river had also finally landed in his hands, and from now on, he would live the life he yearned for day and night.

His fame would go down in history and remain forever in society. After that, he would unite Western Ling State.

When that time comes, he would be the only king in this world.

Suddenly, Feng Yin stopped laughing and frowned. He suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of loss and melancholy.

After that, Feng Yin took out a red medicine bottle and poured some white powder from the back of his hand. He impatiently sucked it up, and not long after, his expression and expression became even more exaggerated.

Mu Jin, who was kneeling on the ground, looked coldly at Feng Yin's obviously abnormal actions and expression, and his lips curled into an evil smile.

It seemed that Feng Yin was more dependent on drugs than he thought.

After the enthronement ceremony ended, Feng Yin left Mu Jin alone.

"Mu Jin, we've asked around. There are no Immortal Powder here, you're lying to us." Feng Yin slapped the table in front of him with both of his hands, causing a crack to appear in the book on the top grade Golden Thread Thread Nannan Wood Zhuo. That angry expression of his was exceptionally frightening.

"Indeed, there are no Immortal Powder. Ten years ago, there was only a game of chess that was spread amongst the n.o.bility." Mu Jin admitted it very calmly.

"What exactly is this Immortal Powder? "You want to harm me?" Feng Yin stood up from her chair with a vicious expression. His pair of black eyes seemed as if they were about to pop out from their sockets.

"If the Emperor dies, then who will be the one to give Wei Yuanwei the antidote?" Mu Jin, dressed in a reckless purple robe, stood indifferently in front of Feng Yin.

It was hard to imagine that there were two completely different expressions on the same flouris.h.i.+ng face, and the gap between them was extremely huge.

"It's good that you know it. What exactly is this Immortal Powder?" Feng Yin walked towards Mu Jin step by step, his slightly staggering steps, as well as his expression when looking through the gaps of his eyes and his parted lips, all of these proved that Feng Yin was not normal.

He didn't know if it was because of the drugs, or because of his nerves, or if it was because of the drugs that caused Hymn's nerves to lose control even more, making her temper even more irritable and uncertain.

"What do you think, Your Majesty?" Mu Jin asked.

Feng Yin thought for a moment. "This thing can bring me unprecedented happiness. After absorbing it, my entire body feels light as a feather. That kind of pleasure is something I have never experienced before."

The more Feng Yin spoke, the more excited he seemed.

Hearing Wei Yuanwei say that this kind of medicine gave people ten times more pleasure than a couple making love, it could be imagined how addictive this kind of medicine was.

"That's why this medicine is called Immortal Powder. As for the misfortune of Emperor Huang's childhood, I deeply sympathize with it. So, I can only use this medicine to make up for it." Mu Jin said with a smile.

"How can you be so kind? Quickly give me the formula for making this medicine." Feng Yin gave a cold smile, a sinister smile that gave people gooseb.u.mps.

Mu Jin laughed as he took out the medicinal formula from his sleeves. Before he could spread it out, Feng Yin had already taken it.

"So this is the Immortal Powder's recipe?" Feng Yin asked as he looked at the densely packed herbs.

Mu Jin nodded his head: "Yes, but no one in this world can produce such a medicine, because the person who made it is already dead."

Feng Yin was in disbelief. "With the prescription, how could I not be able to make it, and will definitely be able to make it."

"Unfortunately, Ning Zheyan is already dead. No, it should be more accurate to say that he has already disappeared from this world." Mu Jin looked at Feng Yin's face up close. Feng Yin's expression was not very good, and was slightly tired. The corners of his eyes were covered with faint dark circles, and his complexion was not very healthy.

Wei Yuanwei had also said that the people who took this medicine often would become thinner and thinner, their spirit would become sluggish, and their eyes would lose all light.

Feng Yin was shocked. "How is that possible? Ning Zheyan is already a dead man, he is a sinister … "

"If you don't believe it, you can ask the people from the underworld clans. Ning Zheyan was destroyed by them." Mu Jin said carelessly.

"Why would they do that?" Feng Yin obviously didn't believe it.

"Because Ning Zheyan is of no use to them, this medicine was created by Ning Zheyan, and many people would still not be able to produce the medicine that Ning Zheyan produced even if they obtained the formula for it. And I only have a little bit of it left, after absorbing it all, it will be gone, if you don't believe me, you can find someone else to make it for you," Mu Jin said to Feng Yin one word at a time.

Seeing that Feng Yin's expression suddenly became dejected, Mu Jin understood that the pill in Feng Yin's hand would not be able to hold for more than a few days.

"Impossible, you lied to me. Why do you think the people of the underworld clans have to kill Ning Zheyan? He's as easy to control as a puppet. " Feng Yin excitedly grabbed onto Mu Jin's sleeves, and her entire person became deranged.

Mu Jin removed Feng Yin's hand from his clothes, and said coldly: "Because after ten days, they will be able to kill us and take away our hearts, and the curse on their bodies will be released."

"What curse?" What heart? " Feng Yin said angrily at Mu Jin with his teeth bared.

"Our hearts can release the curses on them, so they've been using you. From the day we were born, they've been planning things out for us, and because we're afraid we'll be difficult to deal with when we grow up, they made your childhood so unfortunate, made us fight each other, and they ended up profiting, fighting, and profiting. Have you heard the proverbs?" Mu Jin didn't care about Feng Yin's reaction at all.

Feng Yin was no longer a threat to him.

"You're lying to me. What you said was all false. You wanted to become the emperor, so you lied to me." Perhaps it was because of Mu Jin's words that Feng Yin started to become abnormal, as he grabbed his head with both of his hands, and stared straight at Mu Jin with empty eyes.

Afterwards, he walked restlessly in the great hall, mumbling to himself as if he were searching for something.

"This throne is called 'Mu Jin' in the first place, and you are called 'Feng Yin'." Mu Jin said cruelly with his hands behind his back.

Hearing that, Feng Yin lost control of his mind, his eyes stared wide, extremely insecure, he pulled out Shang Fang's Treasure Sword hanging on the wall and thrusted it towards Mu Jin.

But Mu Jin just stood there with his back straight, without even blinking his eyes: "Feng Yin, if you kill me, then who will protect this river and mountain, who will fight for you?"

The sharp blade edge stopped 10 cm away from Mu Jin's neck as the cold wind from the sword caused Mu Jin's silver hair to move slightly.

"Mu Jin, you are, you are just bullying me while I am inferior to you, you want my throne right? So what are you trying to do with all these lies you've made up to fool me? What do you want? I just want to get back what belongs to me. What have I got? " The veins on Feng Yin's forehead popped out one by one, and his expression was filled with grief, anger, and anger. As he held Shang Fang's treasured sword in his hand, he was constantly trembling.

He wanted to slash down, but he held it in with all his might.

"We were born from the same family, how could you be inferior to me? It's just that you have never received military training and have never read any military books. If you had received the same education as me, you would not be inferior to me." From the very beginning, Mu Jin's tone was extremely calm, but it was undoubtedly provoking Feng Yin.

Feng Yin's grip on Shang Fang's sword tightened, his expression becoming more and more terrifying, malevolent, as if the treasured sword in his hand could be chopped down in the next second.

That they had been educated differently, was that not to say that he was not as n.o.ble as he was? Naturally, he could not receive the royal family's orthodox education.

"If you want to slash, Feng Yin, but you need to think clearly about the consequences of your slash. If I die, you will also die, because only the hearts of the two of us can remove the curse, and before the time arrives, neither of us can die. If I die, not to mention the throne, I can't even save your life, I'm not just saying that." Mu Jin smiled as he looked at Feng Yin.

It was unknown whether it was the effect of the medicine or the attack of Feng Yin's mental illness, but his eyes looked like a completely different person, hollow without any focus.

He grit his teeth, and after enduring for a while, there was only one voice in his head, and that was to kill him. Kill him.

He had completely lost his consciousness.

Then, Feng Yin raised the treasured sword in his hand and slashed down fiercely towards Mu Jin, but Mu Jin continued to look at him calmly.

The moment Shang Fang's sword slashed at Mu Jin, a sharp blade appeared in front of him.

The sound of weapons colliding was exceptionally clear.

"Your majesty, calm down. After we kill Mu Jin, we won't be able to defend this river and mountain, much less agree with the Western Ling and the Northern Desert." Mu Zhi held onto his large blade, and advised sincerely.

However, how could he know that Feng Yin was suffering from a mental illness and that it would be useful if he wasn't trying to persuade him.

The expression in Feng Yin's eyes as he looked at Mu Zhi, completely belonged to that kind of crazed and excited state.

Just as Mu Zhi finished speaking, Feng Yin raised his sword and slashed at Mu Zhi again.

A psychotic attack is terrible.

When Mu Jin saw the scene before him, he only pursed his lips, walked out of the room, and instructed the people outside to not enter at all without the emperor's orders.

When Mu Jin walked down the thirty flight of steps and turned his head back, he saw that on the door of the Heart Nurturing Palace, there was a piece of bright colored fresh blood, like a field of red maple leaves falling in the snow.

Who else could this blood belong to other than Mu Zhi?

Until the wind blows through my hair,

Only when they opened the door to the Heartrest Palace, their bodies covered in blood, did the guards outside realize that something was amiss.