The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1191 I am really flattered that the majestic emperor created illusions for me
The gaze fixed on Feng Canglan's eyebrows moved down inch by inch, and when it fell on his chest, he saw a giant sword made of divine power piercing his chest.

He looked at the huge sword on his chest, and moved his eyes inch by inch along the hand on the hilt of the huge sword.

Facing a pair of pupils full of sneer and sarcasm, his breathing was stagnant, and the blood flowed backwards all over his body.

"Lan'er?"

The magnetic voice trembled with disbelief.

Feng Canglan's hand holding the invisible giant sword used force again, the sword sank deeper, and Zong Zhengyu trembled all over.

I don't know if it's pain or shock.

Ignoring Zong Zhengyu's call, Feng Canglan drew out his submerged sword, and he staggered back a few steps, his back bent and his deep black phoenix eyes crawled with bloodshot eyes.

Feng Canglan let go of the invisible giant sword, as if it wasn't her who was holding the sword to hurt someone just now.

"You..." His voice trembled violently, "Why?"

"What do you say?"

"I told you everything." She smiled with bright eyes, full of coldness.

Zong Zhengyu's jaw tightened, and his voice trembled even more, "You said no!"

"If I don't say that, can I still come out smoothly?"

"I'm really flattered that you, the majestic Heavenly Emperor, have created an illusion for me."

boom--

Zong Zhengyu's eyes trembled, his words flickered, "Lan'er, you...know?"

"Shouldn't I know?"

"Zong Zhengyu, have you forgotten my identity?" She squinted away with a cold expression.

Zong Zhengyu's fingertips hanging on both sides trembled slightly, his complexion became paler, "You said in the illusion... only me..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Canglan covered his face and smiled lightly, his bright eyes filled with sarcasm, "Of course I lied to you."

"If you don't say that, how will you come out?"

"After all, the illusion is created by you, and you need to lead it out."

"Let me guess." She lifted her chin with her slender fingers, "When you said that I was going to find a new love, if I really left, would you kill me?"

"you……"

Zong Zhengyu's thin lips were half parted, and his pitch-black pupils rolled with hostility, and his newly stabilized emotions once again set off turbulent waves.

"The illusion is false, so what I said is naturally false."

She approached slowly, stopped beside Zong Zhengyu, clasped her hands on her shoulders and tiptoed closer, her lips pressed against her ears, and said in a cold voice, "Xinhuan, it does exist."

boom--

Zong Zhengyu's pupils shrunk deeply, his eyes were filled with dark light, and murderous intent gushed out from the sky.

Feng Canglan suppressed the urge to retreat, and evoked a smile that trembled wildly.

The fingertips slid across Zong Zhengyu's ear, and the coldness of the fingertips collided with the warmth of the back of the ear, creating a strange feeling.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a strong force.

Feng Canglan looked at it with a teasing smile, mixed with jokes.

Zong Zhengyu had blue veins throbbing on his forehead, his chest was heaving up and down, and his breathing was short of breath like a dying person.

"Feng Canglan!"

"Feng Canglan—"

Roaring in a low voice mixed with violent emotions, his deep phoenix eyes were filled with scarlet madness.

Hitting his line of sight, Feng Canglan's heart stopped suddenly.

In the next second, the heart beat faster and faster.

Such a pair of eyes intertwined with hatred and love instantly brought Feng Canglan's memory to the picture of flowers that he least wanted to think of.

"release!"

She turned her backhand, but it was useless, and Zong Zhengyu held on tightly without any loosening.

"I let you loose!"

A blow with divine power pushed the bound person away, and Zong Zhengyu, who had been severely injured by the divine power, was injured again, staggering as if he had been hit hard.

Seeing this appearance, Feng Canglan subconsciously wanted to support him, so he looked up at Shang Zong Zhengyu.

In the deep black ink pupils, deep and dark, with blood shining, coming step by step——

(End of this chapter)