The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1192 It's still a light hand, this doesn't even kill you
Feng Canglan's breathing stagnates, her whole body tenses up, and she retreats subconsciously.

When she took a step back, Zong Zhengyu took a step closer, as if stepping on Feng Canglan's heart.

At this moment, the surrounding air was thin, making it difficult to breathe.

Feng Canglan raised a first-level alarm in his mind, but his face was not obvious, but his heart had already set off a violent storm.

this time……

I have already done this, so I should be able to succeed!
As the people in front approached, Feng Canglan was forced to go inside the palace, and finally reached the desk where he could not retreat.

Along the way, blood dripped onto the pure white ground.

The golden and white brocade robe symbolizing the supremacy of the heavens was stained red with blood.

The blood on his chest spread like a blooming blood plum.

The beauty is thrilling, the beauty is creepy and chilling!

"Feng, Cang, Lan." The deep voice was extremely trembling, hoarse, and even his whole body was trembling.

His voice sounded like a call to hell, which made Feng Canglan tremble.

Seeing Zong Zhengyu's throbbing veins and eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, Feng Canglan's heart tightened, as if being crushed.

Her outline was tight, her back molars were clenched tightly, her hands were clasped with all her strength to stabilize her emotions, she turned her eyes away and did not meet her eyes.

hold onto!
At the last moment, we must not fall short!
She took a deep breath, suppressed the pain spreading in her heart, and turned her eyes away to meet Zong Zhengyu's violent red eyes.

Even though he was mentally prepared, his heart was still full of pain, and the nails of his clenched hands were inserted into the flesh, using the pain to keep himself rational and stable.

Everything now is for the future.

Don't be too quick for a while.

It's already reached this point, it's just a matter of finishing.

As long as Zong Zhengyu's subjective consciousness kills her, all problems will be solved.

Suppressing the wavering in her heart, she cast her frost-covered autumn eyes across her blood-stained chest and smiled mockingly, "It seems that I'm still playing lightly."

"It didn't even cost your life."

Her words were like the wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter, biting to the bone, freezing through my heart.

Zong Zhengyu's scarlet phoenix eyes rolled with dark light, he raised his blood-stained hand, Feng Canglan subconsciously noticed it and leaned back to avoid it.

His movements stopped, and his blood-stained hands stopped in mid-air.

Suddenly, his pale thin lips curled up, and a faint smile spread out. Slowly, the smile became brighter and went straight to madness.

Feng Canglan's throat tightened, and Zong Zhengyu, who focused his eyes on the crazily laughing man, felt cold all over his body, but he was still strong and calm, with a face full of indifference and disgust, "You look disgusting now."

"It makes me want to throw up."

Hurtful words go straight to Zhong Zhengyu's heart like ice blades.

He stopped laughing wildly, and his thin lips curled into a weird smile.

Coupled with those scarlet phoenix eyes and the face with bulging veins, it made people even more frightened.

He is like a demon out of control, who may kill at any time.

"I'm sick?" His magnetic voice was low and hoarse, and he slowly approached Feng Canglan with his hand, and landed on that slender neck.

Feng Canglan's expression froze, and he subconsciously retreated and took the hand forcefully.

His hands are extremely cold, touching the warm neck, the coldness reaches the heart and expands the senses.

"Lan'er, you actually said I was disgusting." The scarlet phoenix eyes stared deeply, and the movements of her hands slowly wrapped Feng Canglan's slender neck.

at once!

Feng Canglan's neck was wrapped in icy coldness, and her whole heart reached her throat.

Zong Zhengyu... this is about to start!
He approached slowly, with a trembling voice close to Feng Canglan's ear, "How could you hurt my heart so much?"

With the sound of the sound, Feng Canglan's neck became stronger and stronger, and the feeling of suffocation came to his face——

(End of this chapter)