The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1163 Those People, You Should Really Thank Lan'er

"would not."

"My Lan'er is clearly here, right in front of my eyes." He stroked his cold cheek with extreme tenderness.

The long and narrow Ruifeng eyes hide endless affection.

Feng Canglan's pupils shrunk uncontrollably, staring blankly at the gentle and harmless Zong Zhengyu in front of him.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was real before or now.

"Go back to the Upper Realm first."

Zong Zhengyu withdrew his hands, and disappeared together with Feng Canglan and the fabricated body.

The news that the Emperor of Heaven performed a blood sacrifice to revive Feng Canglan with the sacrifice of all the living beings in the world shocked the Three Realms.

Zong Zhengyu stopped the blood sacrifice, and the words that were forbidden in the ages were widely circulated.

Everyone praised Zong Zhengyu, even though he was no longer a god and Buddha, they still respectfully called him a Buddha.

Zong Zhengyu and Feng Canglan used to be deeply in love, and the stories of the two are well known in the three realms.

Now that there is a chance to revive Feng Canglan, Zong Zhengyu actually blocks it, making countless people praise that the gods and Buddhas are worthy of being gods and Buddhas.

Do not harm the world to save one person.

It's not like the emperor of heaven, who sacrifices all living beings in the world in order to save one person.

His reputation soared, and he became the most respected person in the Three Realms.

With Jun Shiyu being imprisoned in Immortal Prison Pagoda, the position of Emperor of Heaven is vacant.

In addition, after such a blood sacrifice, people are in panic and need someone to stabilize their hearts.

All the immortals fought fiercely for the position of Emperor of Heaven, and they refused to accept others.

The late emperor had two sons, Jun Shiyu was imprisoned in Immortal Pagoda, and the other had not been heard from for a long time.

Anyone who has no inheritance can try it, causing the scene to be even more chaotic.

"How can you assume the position of Emperor of Heaven!"

"You can do it again!"

Several parties were quarreling, and Fuxi, who was standing beside him, looked dark, "Enough!"

"What's the noise!"

"Think anyone can be the Emperor of Heaven?"

"Then what to do, has the position of Emperor of Heaven been vacant?"

"I do have a candidate." A voice suddenly sounded, and all the immortals looked at him at the same time. The immortal nodded slightly, and said three words seriously, "Zong Zhengyu."

Quiet, everything is quiet.

Zhu Xian, you look at me, I look at you, they are all trying to find out what other people mean.

Fuxi frowned when he heard the word Zong Zhengyu, and the voice sounded again, "Zong Zhengyu used to be a Buddha, because of some reasons."

"In addition, he stopped the blood sacrifice in the eternal forbidden land and saved the common people in the world."

"The prestige is also very high now."

"Just because he knows that this is the only way to save Feng Canglan, or because we asked for help to stop him, he can be the Emperor of Heaven."

"What do you think?" He threw the question to everyone, and everyone lowered their eyes and thought deeply, "Zong Zhengyu is indeed a well-deserved candidate for the Emperor of Heaven."

"This matter...let me think about it."

Fuxi ended the topic, and the immortals left one after another without mentioning it again.

Only Fuxi was left in the palace, and he sat down with his forehead supported.

The cranes are lingering, and the cranes are constantly singing.

In the palace, Zong Zhengyu looked at Feng Canglan, silently watching without saying a word.

Feng Canglan was so stared at that he was hairy all over, so he could only bite the bullet and not move.

"Lan'er, do you think I did the right thing?"

What responded to him was silence, Zong Zhengyu seemed to be used to it.

He hugged her into his arms, sighed softly, and said in a soft and magnetic voice, "Those people, I should really thank Lan'er..."

Zong Zhengyu flicked his black hair with his well-articulated fingers, slightly lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance in his hair, "Otherwise..."

The gentle and smiling eyebrows stretched out, the half-drooped pupils hid the deep affection, and the black hair slipped from the fingertips. He sighed with regret, "I thought it would not be boring, but it's a pity."

(End of this chapter)