The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1162 It is really a Buddha, we are ashamed
Sensing the sideways gaze, Feng Canglan let go of his thoughts and acted like a puppet.

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of this time to appear as his real identity, but in the end, this kind of thing happened.

Nearly one-third of the three months have passed, if it is delayed any longer...I'm afraid...

However, there is no other way now, but to take one step at a time.

However, there are indeed a few weird things about today's events.

The art of blood sacrifice is one of those that didn't disturb Heaven's punishment.

Second, it is also the most incredible thing.

The art of blood sacrifice has long been destroyed, where did Jun Shiyu cherish it.

and also……

Her pupils moved slightly, and she stared at Zong Zhengyu who was like a god of salvation from the corner of her eye.

Recently, I have clearly noticed that Zong Zhengyu is gradually developing in that direction, but today I can't see it at all.

Not only can't see it, what he did reminded her of the still night of the Buddha.

At the very beginning when nothing happened, when the two hadn't met, Ji Ye looked like this.

Caring for the world, compassionate heart.

But... now Zong Zhengyu looks like this, she feels that everything is wrong.

It's not that I'm confident, but I'm too familiar.

It is impossible for him to stop his paranoia knowing that the blood sacrifice is the only chance of resurrection, and it is not advisable to say that saving one person kills countless others.

"It's really a Buddha, we are ashamed of ourselves."

Yan Xiang's sarcastic voice sounded, and she looked at Zong Zhengyu with cold eyes, "My wife was forced to sacrifice to the gods, but she seemed to be okay, and she plunged into the memories."

"Now that there is a chance of salvation, I personally stop it."

"As expected, the Buddha who has compassion for the world and cares for the common people!"

Yan Xiang's voice was extremely clear in the silence, and the expressions of all the immortals present changed drastically, their eyes flickering and they dared not look directly at them anymore.

More than ten years ago, they were the ones who forced Feng Canglan God Sacrifice to fill the seal.

"Isn't it good to be your ruthless and desireless god and Buddha, to save the world and save all living beings?"

"Why do you want to provoke my sister?"

"If I hadn't met you, my sister wouldn't have Liu Cang, and she wouldn't have sacrificed to fill the seal in order to save Liu Cang."

"It won't be what it looks like today!"

"It is undeniable that you are really a very, very good god and Buddha." Between Cangsheng and his sister, he chose Cangsheng without hesitation.

"But you are not a good husband, good father!"

"You watched your wife being forced to death but did nothing, and even blamed it on a four or five-year-old child."

"Escape from reality and indulge in memories, I can't even fulfill my sister's dying wishes!"

"My sister asked you to take good care of the child, but you ignored it and threw it aside."

"Ridiculous indulgence in the past!"

"My sister met you, it was the most unlucky thing in my life."

"She probably didn't expect that all the misfortunes and disasters were brought about by you."

Yan Xiang's words became sharper, "Be your god and Buddha well, if you don't take care of me, I will take care of my aunt!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Xiang turned and left, Mo Yu nodded to Zong Zhengyu politely and respectfully, and immediately chased him out.

Quiet, deathly still.

The immortals held their breath, only feeling that the surroundings were oppressed.

Over the past ten years, they almost forgot about it.

He used to be a member of Feng Canglan's death.

"Ha ha."

In the silence, a light laughter sounded.

Zong Zhengyu smiled with thin lips, and Ruifeng's eyes were also full of smiles, it was obvious that he was smiling but gave people a chilling feeling.

Nowhere is right.

"Buddha, I will take my leave first."

The Xian family couldn't help but say goodbye, and the others uttered one after another, disappearing without a trace.

But in an instant, there were only three people left in the Eternal Forbidden Land.

Puppets, bodies fabricated by Zong Zhengyu and Feng Canglan.

Zong Zhengyu turned sideways, looked at the motionless puppet, and gently moved his hands, "Lan'er, will you be angry?"

(End of this chapter)