The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1190 This Injury...

Outside the enchantment is the world of illusion.

Everything inside is controlled by the owner of the illusion structure, and there is no doubt that this person is Zong Zhengyu.

Combine with what just happened.

She probably understood the purpose of Zong Zhengyu's actions.

Zongzheng Yufeng, who was supported by Feng Canglan to the depths of the palace, had quiet eyes, watching the eyes of the person beside her turn back and forth.

When he first heard Lan'er's remarks, he believed them and almost seriously injured him.

But when my emotions stabilized, I looked back and thought carefully that there were loopholes everywhere.

Lan'er said that the matter of the eternal forbidden land was designed by her, and the purpose was to make him fly away, so that he could stay with Xinhuan in a good name.

Everything makes sense here, and even seems logical.

However, when he sacrificed himself to Lan'er's god, Lan'er pushed him back.

I sank into the God Sacrifice Formation.

This contradicts what she said.

Second, if Lan'er really has a new love, why should she stay by his side in another capacity.

Just stay and fly with Xinhuan directly.

Although Lan'er said that it was for the sake of being aboveboard, that she was with Xinhuan in a legitimate way.

But... when did Lan'er care about fame?

All kinds of down, full of flaws.

He also didn't believe that Lan'er would empathize with someone else and have another new love.

But... it's inevitable that I'm still afraid.

So, there are those things behind.

Zong Zhengyu is extremely smart, if he doesn't come for a while, let Feng Canglan mess himself up.

Then as soon as you leave the palace, you step into the illusion.

Let him control the illusion, and he also asked the answer he wanted.

Lan'er has no new lover.

As for...why didn't the soul fly away after the god sacrifice, but reappeared 12 years later.

Why saying those strange words is close to concealing one's identity.

There are opportunities to unravel slowly.

His phoenix eyes squinted, and when they fell on Feng Canglan's body, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Fortunately... fortunately, Lan'er didn't leave at that time, didn't have another love, and didn't have a new love.

otherwise……

Zong Zhengyu's eyes flashed an undercurrent, the killing in the illusion will come true.

"Lie down, let me see."

Feng Canglan hurriedly urged, wanting to see if the scars in the illusion would be brought to reality.

No wonder there was no way to get through the divine power just now, and there was no one alone at all.

"Cough..." Zong Zhengyu coughed lightly, as if he had been seriously injured, his face was pale, his thin lips were colorless, "It's nothing."

"Let me take a look." Feng Canglan ignored the other party's obstruction and forcibly inspected the injury, the scars on the chest and lower abdomen were still there, "This injury..."

Her autumn water eyes suddenly sank, how can the wound of the illusion be brought into reality?
Those fairy families I saw...

No, it shouldn't have been brought out from the illusion. If those immortal families were slaughtered by Zong Zhengyu, it would definitely cause Tiandao to notice.

At that time, there was no sign of divine punishment.

Or... the illusion was created by Zong Zhengyu, which is not under the jurisdiction of the real heaven.

In a sense, the person who created the illusion is the master of heaven in the illusion.

Is it...

As soon as the thought came to her, Feng Canglan shook her head immediately.

Although Zong Zhengyu is not the compassionate world in Silent Night, he is not killing innocent people indiscriminately, and he will not kill those immortals for no reason.

Putting away his thoughts, Feng Canglan tore open the blood-stained brocade robe, and with a "tear" sound, the wounds on his chest and lower abdomen came into view impressively.

Her brows were raised, and a dark look appeared in her eyes, "It's so serious, and she said it's okay."

"Lan'er..."

Zong Zhengyu called softly, and cast the spell again to send divine power.

This time was different from the previous few times, the wounds slowly healed when the divine power flowed into Zong Zhengyu's body.

Zong Zhengyu's calm eyes were burning, and he looked at Feng Canglan's brows and eyes for a moment.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank deeply——

(End of this chapter)