The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1597 Enron——

Feng Canglan's extremely fast figure came to an abrupt stop, and he bowed his head stiffly, only to see An Ran lying in his arms without making a sound.

There was buzzing in his head, blood flowed backwards all over his body, and everything around him seemed to be regressing at an extremely fast speed.

Her bloody cheeks froze, Qiu Shui's eyes widened, and her half-open mouth could not make a sound for a long time.

"An... An Ran?"

The trembling voice was cautious, as if the person in his arms was just asleep.

Feng Canglan shook her arm lightly, trying to wake Feng Anran up, "An... Anran, what are you doing?"

"An Ran, don't scare my sister."

"Anran...my sister hasn't taken you out to play yet."

"The birthday present you prepared for sister hasn't been delivered yet."

"Anran, Anran."

A trembling voice called out, but the person in his arms didn't respond at all.

Feng Canglan's legs softened and he hugged Anran and knelt on the ground, screaming, "Anran—"

"An Ran, you said that my sister would give you a gift on her birthday, how could you not keep your word?"

Her bloody hands caressed An Ran's cheeks, and tears welled up in her eyes, "An Ran..."

Feng Canglan hugged Feng Anran, her eyes were scarlet, she was extremely sad and her forehead was bulging with veins.

She is on guard against everything.

Guard against Yan Xiang, guard against the puppet, and guard against the clans of the Three Realms who covet Feng Xin.

Unexpectedly, the cause and effect of An Ran's death turned out to be her.

An Ran is blessed by heaven, and the outside world cannot harm her in the slightest. Only by taking her own life can a dead end result.

Why didn't she think of it!

"safely……"

She growled in pain, her Qiushui eyes were bloodshot.

Is it true that the established fate cannot be changed!

Feng Anran's fate is destined to be lost, even if she intervenes, it is still inevitable!

Think this is a brand new fate, no longer bound by Feng Anran's fate.

As a result, the gear of fate is still on the right track.

In the fate, she was lost because of Yan Yun, and after a circle, An Ran was because of her.

Cannot be changed!

What's the use of her identity if she can't even change the lifespan of a session!

Feng Canglan hugged An Ran's corpse in agony, and all the members of the Fu clan fell silent.

All races of the three realms looked at each other in dismay, Feng Anran was dead, wouldn't Feng Xin be useless?

In Wu'an State, a pair of pitch-black eyes watched this scene.

"Anran." Feng Canglan hugged Anran's hand tightly, as if her heart was torn apart.

It's because of her!

All because of her.

If you give up this body, you will have no scruples and ignore it.

An Ran would not have thought that she was dripping with blood after being beaten by those people.

Not to mention digging your own heart to stop it.

"I killed you."

She never thought that An Ran's death was caused by him.

"safely!"

Heart-piercing wailing pierced the sky, and all ethnic groups waited and watched.

Feng Canglan was heartbroken and injured by the swords of the gods, why hasn't it dissipated.

"You are so stupid."

She slowly put Feng Anran's body down, stood up and turned to face the various clans.

The hearts of all ethnic groups tightened, and unprecedented fear spread.

Depression and suffocation are overwhelming.

"Run—"

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, a group of immortals hurriedly shouted.

Feng Canglan's bloodshot Qiushui eyes rolled with bloodthirsty murderous intent, "Run?"

She shook her hand, and the dark sky was filled with lightning and thunder, and a strong wind blew up.

A white lightning suddenly lit up, and the gloomy Wu'an State was brightened instantly.

It illuminated Feng Canglan who was among the corpses.

She was dressed in blood, her black hair was messy, and she was filled with murderous aura.

Not like a god, but more like a demon crawling out of Shura hell.

"boom--"

(End of this chapter)