The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1554 It turns out that you, the demon god, did not want to strip the demon god's fate

The last time I ran into Feng Canglan and Feng Anran in Wu'an State, she couldn't see her, and she was murderous.

When he did it, he found that it was a phantom, and when he realized something was wrong, he immediately evacuated, turned around and met Zong Zhengyu.

She thought she couldn't see it, but it was Zong Zhengyu's handwriting.

From the very beginning of her appearance, Zong Zhengyu noticed that she had cast a spell on her existence, making her visible but unable to hurt her.

When they bumped into each other, she thought Zong Zhengyu would kill her.

Remove a hidden danger for Feng Canglan.

In the end, no, what followed was that he actually asked her to kill Feng Anran!

Yes, that's right!Kill Feng Anran!

Feng Canglan's husband wanted her to kill the younger sister whom Feng Canglan valued very much.

He even said that if Feng Anran was killed, Feng Xin would do whatever she wanted.

It was a promise that as long as Feng Anran died, Feng's heart would be hers.

It's really hard to understand.

He knew what Feng Anran's last drop of blood meant to him.

This is the last step to strip the demon god's fate, but if this step is ruined, the first three steps will be useless at all.

And Feng Anran is the last Phoenix Clan. If she dies and the last Phoenix in the world falls, there will be no Phoenix Clan in the Three Realms from now on.

It also means that he will never be able to strip the demon god's fate.

Now the reason why he wants to kill Feng Anran can only be...

The puppet seemed to have seen through the truth, with a weird smile on his face, "It turns out that you, the Demon God, don't want to strip the Demon God's life."

"boom--"

There was a loud noise, and the puppet was swept up into the sky by a black devilish energy, and then fell to the ground with the devilish energy.

The falling snow fell in an instant.

The huge wind wave shook off the curtain she was carrying, and the face exactly like Feng Canglan was exposed in the air.

The only difference is a scar that runs across the entire face from left to right.

Zongzheng Yurui's phoenix eyes were dark, bright and quiet like a pool of water without waves, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

"Don't let your usefulness be less than the danger you bring."

One sentence seemed to be confusing, but it was a warning to Zong Zhengyu.

When your usefulness is less than the danger you bring, then you cannot exist.

The puppet's snow-white face was distorted, and the scars running through the entire face made her extremely hideous and terrifying.

"Cooperate with this seat. Do you have this qualification?"

After leaving a faint sentence, Zong Zhengyu disappeared into the snow curtain.

The puppet slowly got up from the ground, his eyes darkened, "Not qualified?"

"When Feng Anran dies, let's see if I have the qualifications!"

The puppet sat up slowly, noticed that the curtain above his head had disappeared, and hurriedly found the belt in the snow.

The vicious gaze focused on the place where Zong Zhengyu disappeared, and the killing intent in his eyes surged, "The revenge of ruining the face is irreconcilable!"

One day, she will have this face completely!
This face belongs only to her!
The name Feng Canglan belongs to her!That supreme status will also belong to her!

The cold current was surging and the snow was flying.

There was nothing under the snow curtain, leaving only a messy snow field.

As time passed, the place where they fought just now was covered by heavy snow, and all traces were hidden under the snow.

It seems that no one has stayed here, and no one has shot here, everything is just an illusion.

After Yan Xiang's departure, the peace and warmth in the secluded palace in Wu'an State has been restored.

While staying in Cangcang to practice, An Ran loved to eat cakes and sweets, so she pestered Feng Canglan to make them coquettishly.

Feng Canglan had no choice but to do it himself, but every time he did it, it was not satisfactory.

In the end, the ones who have not learned to do well do well.

Feng Canglan felt satisfied after eating the pastry that was full of color and fragrance, "As expected of you, it's delicious."

(End of this chapter)