The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1115 She's Not, She's Not Your Mother

Facing Shang Liucang's gaze, Feng Canglan slowed down his back pat, "What's wrong?"

"feel better now?"

Feng Xichao's scorching gaze became more and more strange, staring at Feng Canglan wishing to see through it.

Feng Canglan withdrew her hand from patting her back, and said in an anxious voice, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"No...it's nothing." Feng Xichao withdrew her fiery and straight eyes and buried herself in eating quietly.

"Then I'll go down first, you put the flowers and plants there before you take care of them, and I'll get them tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Feng Canglan turned around and left without staying for a moment.

Listening to the voice, Feng Xichao raised his head again to look at the leaving figure.

After a long time, he withdrew his eyes and continued to eat, and a pair of snow boots came into view.

"Facing the wall and thinking about the past is very good." The unhurried voice could not hear the slightest emotion.

Feng Xichao looked up, and the moment she saw it, she immediately wanted to stab back, thinking of what Feng Canglan said just now, she immediately swallowed it back.

A hand came into view as he picked up the dishes in front of him, his eyes followed the hand and fell on Zong Zhengyu.

Just watched him eat slowly with small mouthfuls.

Feng Xi showed a puzzled expression in her eyes, thinking of the weird moment just now, he frowned and said, "I feel that Feng Canglan is my mother."

The moment he slapped his back just now, a sense of familiarity came over his face.

Young mothers like it too.

Zongzheng Yupin's actions did not stop at all, and he calmly said, "She is not."

"But...it feels very similar."

"And..." She was the best to him besides mother.

Perhaps it was really because of that face and name that gave him a natural sense of familiarity.

"That's not true." Zong Zhengyu put down the dishes, his eyes were quiet, and his quiet voice was oppressive and unquestionable, "She is not your mother."

"After the expiration of Banyue Si, I will send you to the Academic Law of Wushang State."

"The cultivation methods of the people of Lingtian Academy do not belong to you."

Feng Xi opened her eyes fiercely, her phoenix pupils were full of doubts, "Why?"

Why did he suddenly send him to Wu'an State to practice?He's not quite ready to throw him away.

"Your mother hopes you are safe and healthy."

"Since you want to practice, it's almost time to put it on the agenda."

There is no excessive explanation, only two sentences.

The meaning in it is thought-provoking, 'Your mother hopes you are safe and healthy', but once you learn the technique, you are doomed to be unable to escape, and you will bear due responsibilities.

Looking back now, it was my mother who was forced to sacrifice to the gods at that time, but he was inexplicably bumped into the door of Lingtian Academy in the eternal forbidden area.

Apart from not teaching him how to practice, everything else can be considered everything.

Immediately, Feng Xichao seemed to understand something, "You..."

"Come and find me after you've thought about it."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, Feng Xichao was anxious, "Why didn't you tell me."

Zong Zhengyu paused as he left without looking back, "Your mother hopes that you are safe and healthy, and don't be bound by anything."

"This is the path you choose, don't regret it in the future."

Zong Zhengyu's figure disappeared into the snow, but Feng Xichao followed him out, but there was no one in sight.

He has always known his identity and who he is and whose child he is.

The former gods and Buddhas and the descendants of Fushi's goddess may be able to escape without practicing, but once they practice, it is equivalent to being imprisoned in the upper realm and locked up, and they can no longer do whatever they want.

But compared to prison locks, he is more afraid of watching his relatives being persecuted but powerless!
Feng Xichao withdrew his gaze and turned back.

Thinking of the cliff, the wind and the snow descended the mountain, and a magnetic and quiet voice sounded...

(End of this chapter)