The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1383 What I just said, do you think it's fake?
Suddenly, she stopped beating violently, and stared at the cut wrist.

A crack was drawn on the water-blue skirt, and the edge was stained with white liquid.

Over time, Confucianism gradually spread.

The woman's hand wrapped in her sleeve stretched out, her eyes under the curtain covered her scars were gleaming fiercely, and her vermilion lips curled up in a sinister arc, "I'd like to see what you will do in the end."

She let go of her covered hand, and her unusual hand was exposed to the air. Looking back at the place where there was no one, her eyes gradually turned cold, "What you just said, do you think it's a lie?"

The woman grabbed a handful of dirt on the ground on the scar on her wrist, slowly got up and left.

The pain in her wrist made her frown, her face turned pale, "It really is the Sword of Exorcism." It almost destroyed her body.

At the end of the mountain, she looked back.

Looking at the boundless sky, depression lingered all over his body, "Feng Canglan! We are endless!"

"Wait and see!"

The figure of the woman disappeared from the mountain peak, and calm was completely restored.

The World Destroyer Demon God plans to kill, and the three worlds celebrate together.

For those who slay the Demon God, the comments are polarized.

It is said that Feng Canglan has the common people in his heart, and kills relatives with righteousness.

Although Zong Zhengyu is a husband, he can still deal with it as he endangers the common people in the world.

Even when Feng Canglan attacked Zong Zhengyu in the Three Realms, he said that I will come in person, which was passed on to everyone.

And another voice said that Feng Canglan was cold-blooded and ruthless.

Zong Zhengyu should be punished by the demon god, but the two used to have a deep love, so Feng Canglan should more or less avoid suspicion, and even tried to stop it.

However, Feng Canglan said that he would come in person and kill him with the Sword of Execution, and his soul flew away!Never be reincarnated!

The two voices were arguing endlessly, not only from outside, but also from inside Lingtian Academy.

Half a month later, they seem to have forgotten the disaster of massacre.

For these, Feng Canglan, the protagonist of public opinion, seemed to be ignorant and completely unaffected.

"Sister..." An Ran has heard all kinds of unpleasant remarks recently, and looks at Feng Canglan with some anxiety, "Don't pay attention to those voices outside."

"You are living for the common people of the world..." I wanted to say that I did the right thing, but I killed my husband with my own hands.

She witnessed how good the relationship between her sister and brother-in-law was, and she really couldn't say anything else.

"It's okay, don't worry about me."

Feng Canglan tucked the blanket for An Ran and said softly, "Just pretend that what happened half a month ago didn't happen, don't think about it."

"it is good."

An Ran nodded obediently and closed her eyes, Feng Canglan turned and walked outside.

Walking all the way, the surroundings are too quiet.

Quietly, as if something was missing.

When she came to the desk, she picked up a pen and practiced calligraphy.

Absent-minded, absent-minded.

After regaining consciousness, Zong Zhengyu was written on each piece of white paper.

Her hand holding the pen tightened suddenly, and she immediately took a picture.

He accidentally touched the inkstone next to him, and all the ink inside was spilled on the paper full of Zong Zhengyu's name.

Immediately looking for something to wipe the ink stains, I was in a hurry.

"You, how grown-up you are, you can still overturn the inkstone."

A magnetic and gentle voice sounded behind him, and Feng Canglan's frantic wiping hand froze suddenly.

"Look, I didn't look at you for a while and made it like this."

"Leave me, Lan'er, what will you do?"

That gentle voice is full of pampering, one can't help being pampered.

Feng Canglan's hand for wiping the ink was slightly tight, his eyes were flushed, and a layer of mist appeared in his autumn eyes.

Tears filled the eyes, condensed into drops and burst out, dripping on the words Zong Zhengyu.

The name blurred instantly, forming an ink blob.

She turned around slowly, and saw Zong Zhengyu's illusory figure dissipate into a cloud of smoke...

Author's Word:
I'm not feeling well, just a watch, good night
(End of this chapter)