The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1530 The Fate of a Demon God Is Stripped From the Demonic Pestle Before
Zong Zhengyu's phoenix eyes filled with tenderness darkened, and his slender and powerful hands pinched Feng Canglan's slender waist and let out a soft sigh.

It seems helpless, like doting.

He leaned closer, and lightly rubbed Feng Canglan's fat-skinned face with his cheek, and felt the soft touch, and his heart was so soft.

The whole is filled with love.

The rubbing movement stopped, and he pressed against Feng Canglan's ear, his magnetic hoarse voice slowly said, "Lan'er can have as many as she wants."

"brush--"

Feng Canglan's face turned red, and the hand held by Zong Zhengyu immediately pushed back.

Originally she was molesting Zong Zhengyu, but how did she become molested herself?

In the first few years of acquaintance, after all, it was a wrong payment.

After she kissed Xiao Yuyu, whose earlobe was red, she finally came back.

The atmosphere in the hall is ambiguous and charming.

Unspeakable things may happen at any time, Feng Canglan hurriedly returned to the topic, "Hey, as long as you get this Demon Subduing Pestle, it will be 100% able to strip the Demon God's fate."

"I heard that the subduing magic pestle stripped the fate of a demon god before."

Zong Zhengyu's hand pinching Feng Canglan's waist suddenly tightened, Feng Canglan exclaimed in pain, "What are you doing!"

She pushed Zong Zhengyu away, "Murder your own wife!"

Feng Canglan stared at Zong Zhengyu from time to time for the painful waist from the meatball, "Your waist is almost broken by you."

"I have reason to suspect that you did it on purpose just now!"

"Kill me, the wife that the media is marrying, and then marry the wild flowers outside."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Lan'er." Zong Zhengyu said helplessly, "Don't make trouble."

Feng Canglan pretended to stop talking abruptly, rubbing his side waist with a boring look, "You hurt me already!"

As she spoke, she made a big circle gesture, "You use so much force!"

"My waist is so thin!" She almost closed her hands, her exaggerated demeanor made it hard to bear to look directly at.

"Are you trying to pinch me to death!"

Zong Zhengyu pressed his brows and smiled lightly as he watched Feng Canglan compare and draw, his delicate and contrived yet lively appearance.

This smile directly caused Feng Canglan's small universe to explode, "You're still laughing!"

"You just killed your wife on purpose!"

"I didn't laugh." Zong Zhengyu laughed and defended, "It's because Lan'er is too cute."

"Go away, don't come here!"

Feng Canglan folded her arms around her chest, looked sideways at Zong Zhengyu and didn't give him a single glance, "The beautiful young woman won't listen to you fooling around."

"Okay, come here and let me have a look."

Feng Canglan glanced at it, raised his chin and looked down at it from the corner of his eye, it was extremely cold and glamorous.

In the next second, he was reluctant to pass by.

Zong Zhengyu pursed his thin lips tightly, and dimples appeared on the corners of his lips, like the first snow and ice.

He held Feng Canglan's wrist close to his chest, and Feng Canglan sat sideways on Zong Zhengyu's lap, still looking like I'm so cool and you can't afford it.

"Accidentally pinched it a bit harder just now, I will rub it for you."

His palm was pressed against Feng Canglan's waist, and a warmth was attached to his palm and he rubbed it lightly.

Feng Canglan glanced at it, and snorted softly, "Accidentally being so strong?"

"Maybe you have a dog outside and want to strangle me to marry another."

"After all, it was a sincere mistake..."

"Lan'er, don't talk nonsense." Zong Zhengyu's deep voice suddenly became serious, "You are not dead, you are a goddess and a descendant of Fuxi, and the same life as the sky will never have anything to do with death."

He has a serious face, as strict as a dean.

Feng Canglan's spirit soul that had just risen died because of this before it could be burned, and he responded, "Oh."

"What I said just now was not a joke, nor was it a word to comfort you."

"The subduing magic pestle has really stripped the soul of the demon god."

Zong Zhengyu paused slightly while rubbing his hands on the side of his waist, lowered his eyes and responded heavily, "Well, I know."

(End of this chapter)