The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1656 It's Really Fake
With a deep and magnetic voice, the whole person seems to have aged a lot.

Zongzheng Yurui closed Fengyan, "I ordered the puppet to kill Feng Anran."

"I told Feng Anran to dig out your heart so that you will be safe."

"but……"

"Enough!" Feng Canglan's sharp voice suddenly rose, and stopped with a scolding.

"Enough is enough, don't say any more."

Just admit that he ordered everything, admit...

Feng Canglan clenched his hands tightly, a layer of water mist welled up in his eyes, more and more uncontrollable.

Zong Zhengyu's heart trembled, and the hand holding the red bean trembled uncontrollably.

"Lan, Lan'er..."

He suppressed his voice, very softly, "Didn't you already get the Demon Subduing Pestle?"

"Quickly peel off the soul."

"Subduing Demon Pestle?" A tear dripped from the corner of Feng Canglan's eyes, looking at the Subduing Demon Pestle emerging from his palm.

Zong Zhengyu can die safely in order not to strip the demon god's life!

In order not to be stripped of the demon god's fate, he repeatedly blocked it.

How could he be willing to strip the Demon God's fate now?

There was a sharp pain in the chest.

Such a result was something she had never expected, or even thought about.

She always felt that Zong Zhengyu's demon god fate was stripped away, and the two would be together for a long time no longer standing on opposite sides.

She paid so much for it.

So many plans.

In order to strip the demon god's fate, he tried every means.

As a result...he was unwilling to strip!
"Actually...it's okay if you don't want to strip the Demon God's life."

Feng Canglan looked at the Subduing Demon Pestle and chuckled, "After all, the power is comparable to that of the Dao of Heaven, so I wouldn't give up even if it was anything else."

"But since you don't want to strip the demon god's life, you should tell me and reject me,"

"Instead of looking at me and trying my best to find ways to strip the demon god's life!"

"You make me feel like this, I am a fool myself! I am a fool!"

"Let me feel that all my hard work has been fed to the dog!"

"Lan'er...I'm not..."

As soon as Zong Zhengyu opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Feng Canglan's scolding, "It's not what?"

"Didn't you want to kill Feng Anran? Didn't you want to prevent me from breaking the seal on the Subduing Demon Pestle?"

"It's not like what the puppet said, it doesn't want to strip the demon god's fate!"

Feng Canglan's voice was overshadowed, "If you had said earlier, I wouldn't be so cheap that I knew you didn't want to forcefully ask for my fate to be stripped!"

"Lan'er... things are not what you think."

"Then you explain!"

"You explain!"

A surge of anger welled up in her heart, Feng Canglan forcibly suppressed the calm terror, "Why didn't you explain?"

"Because there's no excuse to explain it."

"Peel off the spirit? Subduing magic pestle?"

Feng Canglan grasped the suspended magic pestle, "You spent a lot of time trying to prevent me from unlocking the seal, how could you give up so easily?"

She held the Demon Subduing Pestle to Zong Zhengyu, with a sarcasm on her lips, "Let me guess."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Her eyes were calm and indifferent, looking at Zong Zhengyu was not the same as before, just like looking at a stranger.

Zong Zhengyu's fingertips trembled, and a gloomy light flashed in his dark eyes.

The whole person is like falling into an ice cellar, feeling cold all over.

"Lan'er..." He murmured in a low, hoarse voice.

Feng Canglan shook the hand holding the subduing magic pestle suddenly, a sneer spread from the corner of his mouth.

"Card wipe!"

There was a sound, and the magic pestle in Feng Canglan's hand was split in two from the middle.

Feng Canglan turned pale, "It's really fake."

(End of this chapter)