The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1142 Ruined mine, I can only use yours to pay for it

The eyes that were supposed to be empty and soulless unexpectedly showed a slight emotional fluctuation.

The dazed pupils turned to Jun Shiyu who was standing at the gate of the palace, feeling the emotional fluctuations in his injured puppet's eyes.

The stiff body slowly stood up behind Feng Canglan and Zong Zhengyu, his face was expressionless, but those empty and lifeless autumn eyes carried the mood swings that do not belong to soulless puppets.

Jun Shiyu, who was clutching his chest, looked at the soulless puppet standing behind the two of them, his eyes froze slightly.

I saw the puppet holding a shining dagger raised high.

Zong Zhengyu had a panoramic view of the subtle changes in Jun Shiyu's eyes, and when he noticed his strange emotion, his phoenix eyes tightened, and quickly moved away with his arms around Feng Canglan.

"Thorn-"

The sound of the dagger cutting through the clothes sounded, and Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes rolled darkly, and his deep black pupils stared at Feng Canglan's cut arm.

Begonia Hong's sleeves were parted, revealing the fair skin inside, and the blood-oozing scar directly hit Zong Zhengyu's pupils.

The silence in his eyes disappeared completely, the dark light surged, and the knuckles of the hands he held turned white.

She raised her trembling hand to touch the scratched ground, but when she was about to touch it, she suddenly stopped, "Does it hurt?"

The hoarse voice trembled slightly, and the trembling arms suppressed the emotions that were about to explode.

"No..." Feng Canglan murmured, but Zong Zheng was stunned by such an expression and couldn't make a sound.

That's the emotion, the look in the eyes.

She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, and blocked everything, why did Zong Zhengyu still go the same way.

It was because of Hunyuan Stone before, but this time it was because of her.

Feng Canglan took a deep breath, then opened his eyes with abnormal firmness, as if he had made a major decision.

"It doesn't hurt." She smiled slightly, but her face was as white as paper.

Zong Zhengyu's outline was tense, and his thin lips were pursed into a line.

"Husband, husband."

"Lan, Lanlan, I, I am... Feng, Feng Canglan." The mechanized electronic voice sounded.

Feng Canglan looked up suddenly, and saw a puppet doll exactly like her, holding a dagger as if planning to input some formula, chanting those few words non-stop.

The moment he saw it, Feng Canglan was astonished.

Even though she is familiar with ancient and modern times, she has never seen such a situation.

This person who is exactly the same as himself was obviously created by someone using magic.

A soulless puppet that is exactly the same as her in appearance and even in tone.

In other words, it is a body.

But now, a puppet that should have no soul, can't move, can't speak, and has no emotions!
Consciousness was born!
When Zong Zhengyu saw the puppet doll, his sword eyebrows were deeply pressed, and his eyes were turbulent and dark.

"Snapped!"

When he raised his hand, the puppet holding the dagger collapsed to the ground.

Only then did he turn his gaze to Jun Shiyu, his repressed emotions finally broke out, his phoenix eyes were full of evil spirits, and his whole body was like a Shura demon who crawled out of the abyss and hell.

I can't tell at all that he is Ji Ye, the god and Buddha who sympathized with the world in the past.

At this moment, the hall seemed to be stagnant, and the air was thin.

Looking at the puppet destroyed by Zong Zhengyu, Jun Shiyu smiled frighteningly with his dark fox eyes, "What ruined me, I can only use yours to pay for it."

His eyes turned to Feng Canglan, with the inevitable madness in his dead eyes, "You are me..."

"boom--"

Before Jun Shiyu finished speaking, a surge of majestic divine power poured out, interrupting his voice.

Jun Shiyu's pale face was gloomy, and he fought back.

The two fought inseparably, from inside the hall to outside the hall.

Feng Canglan followed the two out of the palace, and the fight between the two on the Tiangong was in full swing.

But for a moment, Jun Shiyu was clearly at a disadvantage.

Seeing the figures of the two fighting, Feng Canglan's pupils shrank, and a thought came to her mind...

(End of this chapter)