The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1140 It is your honor to be the container of the goddess

Feng Canglan Qiushui's eyes froze, revealing a strange look.

Just met Shang Shiyu's dark eyes with satisfied eyes.

The gaze is not looking at a person, but more like looking at an object.

"You..." What did Jun Shiyu's words mean?
What do you mean, this body is better, and Lanlan likes it more?
"Not bad." Shi Yu praised repeatedly, and Yin Yihu's eyes were full of satisfaction, "Lan Lan will definitely like it, and it will be very comfortable to use."

"You... who are you? What do you want to do?" Feng Canglan's heart sank, and he looked extremely frightened.

Shi Yu's scrutinizing eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared on his gray lips, "Nothing, just invite you to be our guest."

His gloomy voice was deliberately soft and soft, for fear of frightening Feng Canglan, "Don't be afraid."

Ah.

Feng Canglan showed vigilance and fear on his face, but he let out a cold snort in his heart.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jun Shiyu landed on the puppet doll behind him, and Qiu Shui's eyes filled with coldness.

Realizing that Feng Canglan focused on the empty puppet lying on the ground, Shi Yu chuckled to ease the tension, but that dark and cold chuckle made people even more frightened, "It's just a defective product. "

"You are the perfect one."

"What on earth are you trying to do!" Feng Canglan's trembling voice sounded, "You brought me to this place, and Yu Yu will definitely come after me!"

"Yuyu..." The corners of his bloodless lips curled up, "It's really intimate."

"They're all called Shang Yuyu..."

"But it's really similar, no wonder Zong Zhengyu can use you as a stand-in."

But a substitute is a substitute after all!

A fake is a fake after all!
"Zong Zhengyu has a wife, you are exactly like her and have exactly the same name."

"He just regards you as a substitute for his dead wife, entrusting his thoughts to her."

"He only has his dead wife in his heart, and you are just a substitute."

Jun Shiyu's voice caught his ears, Feng Canglan's frowning brows slightly raised, Yu Yu only had her in his heart, of course she knew.

No one needs to be reminded.

"So, do you think that he will break the sky with me for such an insignificant substitute like you?" He smiled darkly, and his laughter made people tremble and scalp numb.

"Without one of your substitutes, there will be other substitutes."

"How could he confront the Emperor because of you?"

What's more, in order to let Lanlan return, Zong Zhengyu knew that he would only offer him with both hands.

"Neuropathy!"

"I'm going to find Yuyu, I don't bother to talk to you." Feng Canglan turned and left with a look of dodge, and the Tiangong hall closed automatically with a "boom" just as he turned around.

"Want to go."

Senhan's gloomy voice sounded faintly, and Jun Shiyu stood in the center with a maniacal and ferocious smile on his sickly pale face, "You can't get out of this hall."

Looking at the closed palace door covered by divine power, Feng Canglan slightly clenched his hands hanging by his side, and closed his eyes.

Jun Shiyu is crazy!

They can't display their divine powers, and they can't reveal their identities.

I really want to pin him to the ground.

Feng Canglan bit her lip and turned around, Qiu Shui's eyes were stained with a layer of mist, her beautiful eyes were full of fear and trepidation, sobbing in a trembling voice, "You...what do you want to do!"

"Yuyu won't let you go if she finds out."

"He won't." The word "gloomy" is firm, and the eyes of those foxes are shining with affirmation.

Shi Yu raised his slender and pale fingers, and Feng Canglan was carried into the air by an invisible force, "It is your honor to be the container carrier of the Goddess."

A surge of divine power came, Feng Canglan's pupils shrank deeply.

Jun Shiyu is crushing her soul!

Immediately, Feng Canglan's eyes burst into a cold light, and the divine power gathered in the palms of his thumping hands.

"boom--"

(End of this chapter)