The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1677 The only problem is that it is exactly the same as before

After walking two steps, she realized that Feng Canglan hadn't followed her and turned around, and saw her standing in place and looking up at the top with a deep look.

Zong Zhengyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lifted his eyelids to look up.

I saw a full moon in the night sky that looked like blood, and there were crows fluttering away.

Jun Shiyu also noticed that the two behind him hadn't followed, so he stopped and looked back, looking at the night sky with puzzled eyes.

"Lanlan, what's the matter?"

Feng Canglan didn't respond, and looked at the night sky deeply, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zong Zhengyu tightened his hands slightly, his phoenix eyes looking at the bloody moon in the night sky were dark.

"Lanlan?"

There was no response from the other side, Jun Shiyu called again.

Feng Canglan grinned, "Look."

"Do you see anything different?"

Jun Shiyu frowned slightly, and turned his eyes to the dark night again.

Thousands of years of dark night, as usual blood moon.

Nothing unusual.

"Yuyu, what about you?" Zong Zhengyu's focused pupils were half-drooped, and a magnetic voice sounded, "No."

nothing.

This is the true power of the sealed person.

Those who look for the Subduing Demon Pestle will never find it.

"Fantastic!"

"It's really wonderful!" Feng Canglan smiled brightly, "The work of the predecessors is really beyond my reach."

No wonder she searched all over the Demon Realm but couldn't find any trace of the Subduing Demon Pestle.

It turned out to be this.

"Lan'er." Zong Zhengyu turned back, glanced at Heiye and asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"Look again."

"See if you can find anything out of the ordinary."

Jun Shiyu and Zong Zhengyu raised their heads at the same time, their eyes became more serious.

When Zong Zhengyu focused on the dark night, his peripheral vision swept across the side and the wind flashed away.

Feng Canglan tilted her head to look at the dark night, which was nothing out of the ordinary, her fingertips tapped the skirt one after another.

"There's nothing wrong with it."

Jun Shiyu retracted his gaze and looked over, "Lan Lan found something wrong."

"If you take a closer look, you really won't notice anything strange."

"No." Jun Shiyu shook his head, his fox eyes were filled with confusion, "It's not unusual."

"Exactly the same as before."

"Yes!" Feng Canglan's cold voice became more serious, Zong Zhengyu's eyelids twitched as he watched the night.

"The biggest difference is the sameness."

"It's the same as before that's the problem."

"Among the three realms, both the human realm and the fairy realm have the passage of time, rising in the east and falling in the west."

"There is only night in the Demon Realm, even if there is no day, there should be traces of the passage of time."

"Look." Feng Canglan pointed to the blood moon hanging high in the night sky, "This blood moon will always stay in the middle no matter what time of day it is."

"Even if the passage of time is different in all walks of life, there should be a trajectory of existence."

After Feng Canglan said this, Jun Shiyu looked up again.

For more than a thousand years in the Demon Realm, it doesn't feel wrong to do this every day.

Now that I say it, I suddenly realize that it is true.

Feng Canglan withdrew his gaze and looked at Jun Shiyu, "Did you hear the crow's cry just now?"

"Ah."

Zong Zhengyu stood behind him, the knuckles of his clenched fists turned white.

"Didn't you realize that the flying time of these crows every day is too consistent with the calling time?"

"It's like timing settings, flying at the right time, and tweeting at the right time."

Jun Shiyu's long and narrow fox eyes were slightly stretched, and his empty pupils were filled with surprise, "What do you mean? Is this an illusion? Is it a fictional world?"

"Do not."

Feng Canglan gazed deeply at the boundless night, her red lips raised a triumphant smile, "Have you ever heard of a poem?"

"What?" Jun Shiyu frowned.

Feng Canglan smiled brightly, and his cool voice was calm, "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, only because I live in this mountain."

(End of this chapter)