The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1504 Is Really Exactly Same as the Demonic Qi on the Puppet
"Abandoned?" She snorted coldly, "You should be glad that you still have the ability to offset the layout calculations."

"Otherwise, you're now without a whole shape."

thump——

Yan Xiang fell to the ground as if she was powerless, tears dripped down on the ground, and she muttered, "I was wrong."

"Sister, I was wrong, don't want me."

Her brother Yan Yun is gone, Mo Yu has been dug out of her heart and has no feelings for her, and now sister Cang Lan has also severed ties with her.

She was really...alone.

The proud dragon emperor broke her face, prostrated herself on the ground and begged, "Sister... I was wrong, please don't abandon me."

"I only have my sister as a relative."

Feng Canglan turned away his focused cold eyes, and tightened his hands slightly, "You should have thought of this when you teamed up with that person to set up a situation."

"I am in a state of affairs, and I will be rewarded for what I do, and my methods are vicious. There is absolutely no time to repay virtue with hatred."

Yan Xiang raised her head abruptly, her pale paper face was covered with tears, she screamed for help, "Sister!"

"Yan Xiang, don't push yourself too hard."

"Saving your life is already the biggest bottom line."

After finishing speaking, Feng Canglan turned and left without any hesitation.

Zong Zhengyu followed closely behind, took two steps to look back at the screaming person lying on the ground, turned his gaze away and left.

"elder sister--"

Yan Xiang stretched out her hand as if to catch Feng Canglan, but she could only see the figure getting farther and farther away.

Mo Yu, who stood by the side without making a sound, frowned slightly, and involuntarily gathered her skirt tightly with one hand.

That empty place in my chest was extremely uncomfortable.

"Take care of the lady."

After leaving these words, Moyu left straight away, and stopped suddenly when she reached the gate of the palace, as if she wanted to look back but didn't look back.

After pausing for a moment, he stepped out of the palace door.

The Xiangyun Hall was quiet and deserted, and Yan Xiang suddenly smiled on his crying face lying on the ground.

She turned over and lay on the ground, with a smile on her tear-stained face, and the tears flowed into her hair from the tip of her eyes.

"It's my fault!"

"I was wrong!"

She wanted to bring Moyu back, but in the end she lost Sister Canglan, neither of which was caught.

Even the last relative who valued her is gone.

"what--"

A loud roar resounded through the sky, and Feng Canglan outside the Xiangyun Hall suddenly stopped walking, and then left even faster.

"Lan'er, don't get angry because of this kind of thing, it's not worth it."

All the way back to the hall, Zong Zhengyu was still comforting.

"Don't be angry." Feng Canglan lowered his eyebrows and chuckled lightly, how could he not be angry when he was betrayed by his feelings.

She is ruthless, but also empathetic.

Yan Xiang has long been classified as one of her own, but now she joins forces with her to plan a scheme.

Even if it's because of Moyu, it's unforgivable!
"Yes, it's not worth being angry." Feng Canglan said in his mouth, but his face was still angry and expressionless.

Zong Zhengyu raised his clasped hands and put them on his chest, "Lan'er can turn that attention to me, and stop getting angry if I don't think about it."

"Huh?" Feng Canglan frowned in doubt.

Zong Zhengyu tightened his hand on his chest, and with the other hand, he held Feng Canglan's snowy cheeks to comfort and tenderly kissed her, as if the touch of water was fleeting.

It seems to be comforting the cat with fur.

After pecking twice, the deep voice was magnetic and gentle, "Don't be angry, I feel distressed watching it."

Feng Canglan's pupils froze slightly, and he put his free arm around Zong Zhengyu's waist, holding it quietly without saying a word.

It took a while before he spoke, "Don't be angry anymore."

"Awesome." Zong Zhengyu leaned over and kissed Feng Canglan, his phoenix eyes filled with tenderness, "Reward."

Feng Canglan pursed her lips slightly, and an uncontrollable smile spread.

The devilish aura that belonged exclusively to Zong Zhengyu rushed towards his face, and the smile on the corners of Feng Canglan's lips disappeared instantly.

It's really exactly the same as the magic breath on the puppet...

(End of this chapter)