The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1277 It's him!He wants to take my heart!
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The picture shown in the photo is only a profile, and it is impossible to see who it is without seeing the front face.

Feng Canglan Qiushui narrowed her eyes deeply, and her eyes became more solemn.

The serious voice of the dean above sounded again, "This is the person who harmed An Ran."

"The photo stone didn't capture the frontal face, there was only a silhouette. Everyone check to see if they recognize each other or look familiar."

This time, the problem is very serious. It is unprecedented for someone to attack Lingtian Academy. The entire academy and even the entire Galaxy Continent pay special attention to it.

If the school can't find out the real culprit this time, those who sent top backs to the school will no longer trust them.

Lingtian Academy is no longer able to protect the safety of the next generation of elites, which is why it is so powerful.

On the one hand, it tells everyone that Lingtian Academy attaches great importance to it, and on the other hand, it also lets the murderer know that they are determined to investigate.

Once a person is flustered, he will show his flaws without others looking for them.

The disciples, elders, and teachers in the assembly square all looked at the picture presented by the photo stone, and discussed in a low voice, "Isn't there anything that can be seen from this silhouette?"

"Just a profile with no face, how can I recognize it."

"The silhouette is the same for everyone, and you can't tell it at all."

Discussions spread in the square, Feng Canglan stared at the silhouette and his eyes became darker and darker.

This figure is very familiar.

It's him?

Probably not... He has no reason to attack An Ran.

There is no reason to know whether An Ran is Feng Anran or not.

Hearing the surrounding voices, the dean said again, "I know it's a bit difficult, everyone, please look carefully, this matter is not only about An Ran's assassination, but also about the entire Lingtian Academy."

The voice of discussion stopped, and carefully observed the figure above.

An Ran was also in the crowd, staring deeply at the silhouette.

Seeing some figures appearing in her blank mind, her breathing was stagnant and her face was pale.

One hand firmly covered his chest and grabbed the skirt of the clothes, and the clothes on his chest were wrinkled by vigorous grabbing.

An Ran clung tightly, her knuckles turned white, and her spine was bent in pain.

"what--"

A cry of alarm sounded, and everyone looked at him in unison.

Seeing An An's face pale and nestled in Yan Yun's arms, when he heard the painful exclamation, Yan Yun's arms tightened, his face was full of nervousness, "An'an!"

"An'an, what's wrong with you!?"

"What's going on." The dean looked up, and An An, who was pale, responded weakly, "No...it's okay, don't delay."

"Master, I'm fine."

Yan Yun's anxious face was darkened, with annoyance, "He said he was fine!"

"Look at how white your face is."

"My teacher told you that you are not in good health and don't come, so you insist on coming."

As he spoke, he hugged An'an horizontally, turned around and was about to leave everyone behind.

An An shook her head anxiously, "Master, I'm really fine, but my heart hurts. The old problem will pass after a while."

"An'an, why don't you go back, you are not feeling well and go back to rest."

The disciples persuaded one after another, "You are not alone here."

"Your body is more important, go back and cultivate well."

Everyone focused on An An, advising her to go back to rest when she was unwell. No one noticed An Ran, who was clutching her heart and sweating from pain.

The pain gradually deepened, An Ran clutched her heart and staggered.

Feng Canglan, who was staring at the top, noticed this from the corner of his eye, his eyes changed drastically, and he passed through the crowd to support him in a flash.

"It's him!"

"He wants to take my heart!"

(End of this chapter)