The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1151 This...why are there two winds...

"Xiang'er." Mo Yu tugged at Yan Xiang who was furious, signaling to stop talking.

Yan Xiang looked back and glared fiercely, "You men don't have a good thing!"

She glanced at Zong Zhengyu, and said with a strange yin and yang, "If I die someday, if you dare to find someone who is exactly like me to pin your thoughts on, what kind of substitute will you play."

"Even if I die, I will crawl out of the soil to find you!"

"Xiang'er!" Mo Yu's gentle face suddenly became serious, and her voice turned a little cold, "Don't talk nonsense, don't say unlucky words."

"They're all mothers, why don't they pay attention to what they say?"

"Hmph!" Yan Xiang glared angrily, "I'm not joking! I'm serious!"

She glanced at Zong Zhengyu, rolled her eyes and turned to leave, "It's really bad luck to go together!"

Seeing Yan Xiang leave, Mo Yu hurriedly followed and ran for two steps, remembering something, stopped and looked back, looking at Zong Zhengyu's gentle face with a trace of apology, "I'm really sorry, Yan Xiang's temper has always been a little emotional for the Goddess. "

To explain, he glanced at Feng Canglan and then turned to chase Yan Xiang, "Xiang'er, wait for me."

"Don't listen, don't listen, you men are big pigs!"

"Xiang'er, what does this have to do with me, you can't be angry with me."

"I don't care, I'm just angry!"

"Okay, okay." Three good times in a row, full of pampering and helplessness.

The corners of Feng Canglan's mouth turned up slightly, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Yan Xiang was still as delicate and savage as ever, and she didn't restrain herself in the slightest even when she was married as a mother.

Fortunately, Moyu treats each other sincerely, and the two can be regarded as a good couple.

I don't know... what happened to An Ran.

Twelve years have passed, and she should be 11 years old.

It's good, everything is moving in a good direction, if Yu Yu's matter can be resolved perfectly, then everyone will be happy.

"Yan Xiang has such a temperament, she doesn't have any malicious intentions, don't blame her." The Great Master Fuxi came out to smooth things over, and Zong Zhengyu nodded, "Yes", "She also fights for Lan'er."

Fuxi glanced at Feng Canglan, who disappeared in a flash at an extremely fast speed, and then said, "Then let's go, don't be too late."

For the banquet in the upper world, invitations were widely distributed, but the reason for it was not specified.

The immortals and Buddhas who arrived all speculated and discussed, "What's the matter?"

"It seems that there are no major festivals?"

"Is there something important that brings us all here to discuss?"

In the main hall of the Tiangong, the immortals in the pilgrimage hall are all guessing.

There is an endless stream of people entering the palace gate, and there are more and more immortal families.

"God Fuxi has arrived—"

There was a sound, and the noisy pilgrimage hall was instantly quiet.

All the immortals stood up together and respectfully said, "Welcome to God Fuxi."

"Don't be too polite."

Fuxi stepped into the pilgrimage hall, and Zong Zhengyu behind him appeared in everyone's sight.

The pilgrimage hall, which was originally quiet, became more and more quiet.

Some time ago, the Emperor of Heaven had a big fight with Zong Zhengyu, and now Zong Zhengyu brought the culprit to the banquet?
The immortals were thinking in their hearts, but their faces were not showing.

Fuxi walked to the first row below the throne and sat down, while Zong Zhengyu led Feng Canglan to sit on the other side.

The arrival of the three of them added a bit of oppression to the pilgrimage hall, and the air seemed to be stagnant.

No one feels the discussion like just now, they are all sitting upright.

One is the ancient god Fuxi, and the other is the former Buddha and one of the ancient gods.

Just sitting there brings an invisible aura.

"The Emperor of Heaven has arrived—"

Just when the crowd couldn't hold back anymore, a voice sounded, and all the immortals stood up together, "Emperor of Heaven!"

The Emperor of Heaven stepped in wearing a crimson brocade robe, passed through the immortals, and sat down on the Panlong Chair.

"Sit all."

All the immortals bent over to sit down. From the corner of their eyes, they saw the figure appearing out of nowhere on the Panlong chair, and their expressions suddenly changed, "This...why are there two Feng Canglan..."

(End of this chapter)