The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1541 Ah——My face!

The puppet's pupils trembled suddenly.

Feng Canglan frowned slightly and turned around, looking at the empty place behind with a strange expression.

"elder sister?"

An Ran called softly, Feng Canglan tilted her head and ordered, "Wait here for me."

It may be an illusion once, but it won't be the second time.

Feng Canglan got up and walked towards the tree, and stopped when he got a few steps away.

His eyes were like torches, and he stared deeply at the tree trunk.

She approached slowly, peering behind the tree.

It was empty and there was no one there.

There are no traces of trampling on the surrounding grasslands, and no traces of human existence.

There is no alien breath.

But... the line of sight just now should not be an illusion.

If she can't detect her breath, then she can only...

Feng Canglan had an idea in his mind and looked around to verify whether the idea was correct.

If she couldn't detect the aura of another person, it could only be herself.

The puppet is her breath.

After some investigation, she didn't even have her breath before he arrived.

Not a puppet?
There were two eyes watching here just now, it must not be an illusion!
"elder sister!"

An Ran, who was lying on the grass, flipped over on the ground, staring at Feng Canglan, "What are you looking at?"

Feng Canglan's thoughts were interrupted, and he took another look at Shu Zhou before withdrawing his gaze and turning around, "I was wrong, I thought there was someone here just now."

Returning to An Ran's side, she glanced at the back from the corner of her eye, Qiu Shui's eyes became more serious.

Is it possible that it is related to An Ran's knot?

"Sister~" An Ran pulled Feng Canglan to sit beside her, put her arms around her shoulders, with a face full of dependence and intimacy, "I'm so happy during this time."

"It's the happiest time of my life."

Feng Canglan looked down at An Ran who was resting on her shoulder with a smile on her face, and murmured softly, "I will be happier in the future."

Her voice was extremely low, as if she had been blown away by the wind as soon as she spoke.

Looking slightly sideways to the back of the tree, a cold light appeared in his pupils.

It's a warm spring in Wu'an State, but the outside world is freezing cold.

The depth of winter has arrived, and the outside world without magic power is a vast expanse of whiteness.

The world of ice and snow, covered in silver, has a special taste.

A figure appeared out of nowhere on the snow-covered ground, and fell violently into the snow.

"Cough! Cough!"

The sound of a light cough spread in the cold current, she covered her face with one hand, and a few hints of fear flickered in her hate-spreading eyes.

"Damn!"

"Damn it all! Go to hell!"

She howled like a madman, and her whole body was haunted by resentment.

After venting her anger, she slowly let go of her hand covering her face, only to see white liquid flowing from her palm.

Touching his cheek quickly, a scar came through the touch of his fingertips.

"what--"

A stern roar resounded through the sky, her eyes were bloodshot and she tightly covered her cheeks, "My face!"

"My face!"

On the long snowy ground, a blue figure roared wildly.

"madman!"

"madman--"

Veins popped up on the puppet's face, the red eyes suddenly dissipated the resentment, and the maniac laughed wildly, "Hahaha!"

"Dead! All die!"

"Give me death!"

"Feng Canglan! Feng Anran! Yan Xiang!"

"Don't even think about it!"

A roar full of hostility floated in the cold current, she slowly got up and covered her cheeks and disappeared into the snow curtain.

It was snowing heavily in the Galaxy Continent, and so was the Fox Clan in Qingqiu.

In Xiangyun Hall, Yan Xiang closed the window and walked to the bed.

Open the small drawer next to it, and it is full of children's clothes.

These are the clothes that Moyu made by herself after her heart was poached.

Everything from birth to adulthood.

Now... Moyu has recovered, and I feel sorry for her child.

She squeezed her clothes tightly, with tears in her eyes, "My child, mother is sorry for you."

"You do feel sorry for them."

(End of this chapter)