The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1172 You...you heard it all?

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Feng Canglan's cheeks paled in an instant, her pale red lips trembled slightly, and her voice trembled slightly, "I... when I arrived at the Immortal Prison Tower..."

"Then...then you..."

Meeting Zong Zhengyu's dark and smiling eyes, his whole body felt cold, "You...you heard it all?"

"Yes, my wife." The magnetic voice was soft and tender, biting the word "Madam" as if telling the most beautiful love words in the world.

"You..." Feng Canglan's voice choked up, his astonishment slowly faded away, his reddish eye sockets were still wet, it could be seen that he had cried just now.

Qiu Shui's eyes gradually became colder, looking at Zong Zhengyu with indifference, the coldness was even worse than the cold winter wind, "It's better to hear!"

"Since you've heard it all, you've also heard what I just said."

"You actually found someone with the same name and even appearance as me during my god sacrifice!"

"Put all my thoughts and emotions on her!"

"Zong Zhengyu! Even though that person is exactly like me, she is not me!"

"Since you have already found it, the substitute should be with the substitute!" Her voice was cold and decisive, "I really didn't expect that! You are such a person!"

"Can feelings be replaced at will!"

"Zong Zhengyu! You really make me sick—"

"It's impossible for us!"

Feng Canglan was emotional, her voice was hoarse, Qiu Shui's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at Zong Zhengyu with nausea and disgust.

Even if it is blocked by that layer of tears, it can't cover it up.

The roaring sound spread, and the sentence echoed constantly in the Immortal Prison Tower, we are no longer possible.

Under the silence, it is exceptionally clear.

Zong Zhengyu's Shen Jing pupils gradually faded away from the ink, and he stared at Feng Canglan quietly without saying a word.

Quiet, eerie silence.

Jun Shiyu, who was being supported, saw such a scene, his gray-white lips curled into an imperceptible arc, and his dark pupils were angry at Zong Zhengyu, "Zong Zhengyu! Can Lanlan be replaced?"

"You actually found a substitute during the Lanlan God Sacrifice. Have you thought about seeing how the people of the Three Realms will treat you after the resurrection?"

"I said, you are not worthy of Lanlan!"

"Zong Zhengyu..." Feng Canglan's cold voice was choked and hoarse, and he looked ahead with tears in his eyes, "How could you treat me like this."

"How do you tell the world to see me?"

"It was you who betrayed our feelings first, you—"

Feng Canglan roared excitedly, expressing his despair, pain, and anger to the fullest.

Everyone is in the play, only Feng Canglan is outside the scene.

Beside the trembling body, she clenched her hands tightly, trying to blur her vision with tears, not to look at Zong Zhengyu's expression.

There is not much time left for her and Yuyu, and only extraordinary methods can be used in extraordinary times!

"I didn't want to expose it at first, but now that you heard and saw it today."

"Then just spread it out like this!"

"Zong Zhengyu!"

"From now on, our bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road, it doesn't matter anymore!"

"Goodbye is a stranger!"

The choking voice was unusually firm and resounding.

Zong Zhengyu's deep black phoenix eyes were like spilled ink, they were dark and cloudy, and he couldn't see any emotion clearly.

He stood quietly in the same place, there was no waves in the ancient well, but there were stormy waves surging under those calm eyes.

"Jun Shiyu, I'll take you out." She helped Jun Shiyu to leave, passing Zong Zhengyu who was standing on the last step.

The blue silk brushed against Zong Zhengyu's shoulder, and Zong Zhengyu grabbed Feng Canglan's wrist, his magnetic voice was strangely calm, and there was no trace of disturbance at this moment, "Lan'er, stop making trouble."

(End of this chapter)