The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1269 What do you mean by disappointment?
A deep voice sounded, with deep displeasure.

An Ran's voice of understanding pictures and justifying stopped abruptly, her cherry lips parted slightly, her face was pale.

Yan Yun's words kept echoing in his mind.

You have let me down so much...

The heart seemed to be bitten by thousands of ants, and the pain spread to all the limbs.

The pain is so numb, the pain is so painful that I don't feel it.

Grievance, resentment, unwillingness, gushed out like a bank burst.

Her eyes turned red, and deer eyes filled with tears.

Since arriving at Lingtian Academy, she has never shed tears and practiced hard.

Even though his qualifications were not as good as ordinary people, he did not give up, day and night.

No matter how hard and tired, I never complained, let alone shed tears.

This was the first time since she entered Lingtian Academy that she shed tears undisguised in front of so many people.

Most of the onlookers were disciples of Ling Tian Academy, and they all fell silent when they saw An Ran crying.

Only a very few sneered a few times, but they didn't dare to say anything at this moment.

"Before I became a teacher, I was biased, but I promised to treat me equally in the future."

"You are still like this."

"Learned to deceive people and attract attention by being assassinated."

"An Ran, you really let me down." The teacher's majesty was full of disappointment, as if An Ran had really done something outrageous.

An Ran shook her body, a wry smile appeared on her face.

Looking at An Ran, Feng Canglan's eyes covered by the cold were in a trance.

For a moment I don't know what night it is.

This scene seems to bring her back to Xiangling's time.

Almost, exactly the same scene.

Listen to the sidelines and attribute the fault to her.

When the center of public opinion was deeply affected, no one gave a helping hand, and only one person took it.

An Ran once said that she wanted to be like Feng Canglan, but in this life she has indeed lived like Feng Canglan.

It's just the appearance that Feng Canglan doesn't want to recall the most.

"disappointment?"

When the voice sounded, Feng Canglan's thoughts came back, and the chill spread all over his body, as if the whole room had entered the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Two disciples rubbed their shoulders but dared not speak out.

Tears rolled down An Ran's eyes, her moist eyes were burning with burning eyes, and she approached Yan Yun, "What do you mean by disappointment?"

"Is it because you believe her words and jump to conclusions?"

"Even if the case is to be settled, both parties must inquire, and it is absolutely impossible to draw a conclusion after hearing one side's words!"

"How can you believe and listen?"

"Master!"

"You are obviously my master! I don't ask you to protect my shortcomings, I just hope you are fair!"

An Ran choked up, her vision was hazy.

The whole room fell silent after the words.

Everyone glanced slightly from the corner of their eyes, recalling that this was indeed the case.

Elder Yan Yun only listened to one person's words and made a conclusion, and did not ask An Ran what happened.

Yan Yun's pupils were dark and his voice was deep, "Ask?"

"What's the good question?"

"Who can break into Lingtian City and Lingtian Academy?"

"Even if there is, why would you assassinate a nobody like you?"

"Who can you pose a danger to? Everyone in Lingtian Academy is higher than you."

This indirectly means that An Ran is too weak, no one will come to assassinate her.

Not worth killing either.

All of this is of course self-directed and self-acted.

An Ran's eyes moistened for a moment, she never expected her master to say such words, she was stunned for a long time before returning to her senses.

After a long time, she laughed dryly, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Everyone in the room focused their attention on An Ran, either in doubt, or on the nose, or watching the excitement.

No one in the room spoke for her.

There was silence in the room, and there was no sound.

An Ran stood in the center, bearing the gazes from all directions, her mind went blank, she didn't know what to do.

That's right, her cultivation base is low, and she is not a threat to anyone.

Who will come to assassinate her?
In the silence, a cold voice sounded, "So what?"

(End of this chapter)