The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1135 I look like Lanlan, I am Feng Canglan

Didn't say who, but the meaning is obvious.

"I saw it."

"How?" Shi Yu's gloomy fox eyes became interested, "Is it really as rumored?"

"Compare that person with this emperor's Lan Lan." He gently stroked "Feng Canglan" lying on his lap like a puppet, "Who is better?"

The general's expression froze and he didn't dare to make a sound.

Shi Yu's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the color of his eyes became sharper, "Say."

The word "cool" makes the sky tremble.

He immediately knelt down, his voice trembling wildly, "This..."

"This……"

Shi Yu moved the person lying on his lap aside, and went straight to the Heavenly General, "Forgive your innocence, tell the truth."

"That one." Tian Jiang trembled, and Shi Yu's eyes appeared dark.

"exactly the same."

The four words "exactly the same" made Shi Yu's eyes scatter, and there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, "exactly the same?"

"At first sight, I thought it was a goddess."

He can admit his mistakes, and Zong Zhengyu can willingly use him as a stand-in.

One can imagine how similar it is.

It's not like, even if I say it, I won't doubt it.

Shi Yu looked back at the Panlong chair with empty eyes, stiff limbs and cold "Feng Canglan" eyes flashed a dark light.

His sickly pale fingers tapped on the crimson brocade robe, and his lowered eyes seemed to be thinking about something.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, "I missed it last time, this time the emperor wants to meet in person."

"This emperor wants to see how similar it is!"

The sky will look up again, and only Feng Canglan, the puppet sitting on the Panlong Chair, is left in the palace.

A person created by spells, even if it looks like it has no soul, is a doll, a doll, and will never be a living person.

The Heavenly General sighed helplessly and turned to leave. The moment he turned around, his gaze was fixed on the Panlong Chair.

I saw Feng Canglan, the puppet who was sitting upright facing him, now turned his head slightly.

Tian Jiang raised his eyebrows, and a bit of doubt appeared on his face.

Just now... the puppet of the Panlong Chair seemed to be sitting upright, why is his head turned a little bit now?
strangeness.

Tianjiang looked at it strangely for a moment, "Feng Canglan" on the chair still had the expressionless expression on his face, so he looked away.

Just now... I misread it.

This is a one-to-one puppet made by the Emperor of Heaven according to the Goddess Feng Canglan. A dead thing without life and soul will never be able to move.

Withholding his scrutiny and turning to leave, Tianjiang stepped out of the palace and turned around, looking at the puppet on the dragon chair inside, and slowly closed the palace door.

"Snapped--"

The hall door was closed, and the hall returned to silence.

"Crench!"

"Crackling—" a small voice sounded.

On the Panlong chair, the neck of the soulless puppet doll slowly twisted, and a mechanical sound sounded.

Her slightly tilted head returned to normal, her eyes were open, her eyes were empty and devoid of expression, everything seemed to be set.

"Crench!"

Her two hands that were hanging down slowly lifted up, and there was a strange sound from the joints, stiff and stiff.

"Hu... Husband..."

"Lan, Lan Lan." The electronic sound sounded intermittently.

Suddenly, her neck was thrown up, and she fell down on the Panlong Chair, stretched all over the place.

Thinking about it, there were only two hands gesturing stiffly in the air, without the ability to control the body at all.

The sound of the electronic voice seems to be stuck, and it stops and stops, "Like, like... Lanlan."

"Husband, husband."

"I, I... I am Feng, Feng... Canglan."

After finishing speaking, the puppet Feng Canglan tilted his head and stared at——

(End of this chapter)