The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1681 Lan'er, let's not drop the magic pestle

I'm sorry, I don't know why I said it.

As long as Feng Canglan stood under the jacaranda tree, Zong Zhengyu stayed in the hall for as long.

No one knew that outside the palace, there was another figure also guarding him.

Looking at the palace wall in front of him, Jun Shiyu's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the long and narrow fox looked seriously, as if he could see the people inside.

Lanlan, I really want to get the Subduing Demon Pestle.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the red moon that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, then lowered his eyes for a moment.

Now that the Demon Subduing Pestle was found, he fell into a deeper pit.

The seal of the Subduing Demon Pestle cannot be untied.

Knowing that the fate of all the demons is the formation of the seal, but there is nothing they can do.

As a result, Feng Canglan remained dull in the palace for a long time without going out.

The whole person was worried because of the matter of subduing the magic pestle.

Zong Zhengyu saw the pain in his eyes and felt the pain in his heart, he wrapped Feng Canglan's hand with one hand, "Lan'er, we won't strip the demon god's fate anymore."

"I can control myself from being devoured, and I can also deceive Heaven."

"Actually...it's the same if you don't strip the Demon God's fate."

He squatted beside Feng Canglan, his hands wrapped tightly around Feng Canglan's hands, and his magnetic voice was soft, "I feel sorry for Lan'er who is so sad."

Feng Canglan looked over with calm water eyes, and did not speak for a long time.

This is no longer a matter of control or not.

Zong Zhengyu is a demon god and they will always be relative.

Looking back, the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two before is still in sight.

Zong Zhengyu would not want to kill her even after the retrospective.

However, today's Three Realms are in chaos, and they no longer operate according to the trajectory.

Even she doesn't know the final outcome.

He tried his best to let Zong Zhengyu get rid of his soul, but he didn't want to go back to the old road.

"Impossible." Feng Canglan's cold voice was slightly hoarse and dry, "You must strip the demon god's fate."

Not only because of their future, but also because of Zong Zhengyu.

She had seen the appearance of being swallowed before, and the different state appeared on Zong Zhengyu again.

"But now..." Zong Zhengyu frowned helplessly, "There is no other way."

Yes.

No way.

It's useless for her to strip off the demon god's fate.

The demon race is immortal and reincarnated forever, and the seal will never die.

How else could she get the Demon Subduing Pestle.

Feng Canglan turned away from staring at him, and now he is on a dead end.

There is no road ahead, and there is an abyss behind.

Not going in, not going back.

"Lan'er, let's not drop the magic pestle."

"It's fine right now..." Before Zong Zhengyu finished speaking, Feng Canglan slowly pulled out the hand that was being held, and turned to leave, "Don't say such things in the future."

"There is no absolute thing in the world, there is always a way."

"Keep looking for it, and you will always find it."

"If it doesn't work in one year, it will be ten years, a hundred years! Thousands of years! Ten thousand years!"

"I've got a lot of time and a lot of patience."

Feng Canglan's voice was resounding, with unquestionable firmness.

Zong Zhengyu stood up slowly, his sword eyebrows raised as he watched the leaving figure, and a trace of worry flashed in his phoenix eyes.

The Jiangmo Pestle has been found but cannot be obtained, Feng Canglan has not left in the Demon Realm, and various attempts are made to find out how to unseal the Jiangmo Pestle.

There is no day in the Demon Realm, only night, and Feng Canglan doesn't know how long he has been here.

It has been so long that the jacaranda tree has grown unknowingly, and it has been so long that the demons in the Demon Realm can have a few words with Feng Canglan.

Although the Sifang Demon General matter was suspended before, it was still selected.

After this period of rectification, Moyu has taken on a completely new look.

He didn't have the feeling of blood, resentment, and hostility that he had when he first came here.

"Sister Canglan ~ play ball with us ~"

"I'll rest for a while, you guys play first."

"it is good."

A few little milk-packed demons continued to play ball, while Feng Canglan stood aside and the blood on his face slowly dissipated.

After staying in Demon Realm for a while, there was no progress at all.

Feng Canglan sighed, looked up at the eternal blood moon, the moment he saw it, his pupils suddenly enlarged——

(End of this chapter)