The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1688 Yuyu, don't make a mistake this time

A blue figure stood in front of him, blocking his view.

Zong Zhengyu took Feng Canglan's hand, "Let's go back to the palace."

Although I didn't say a word of jealousy, every move was full of jealousy.

Feng Canglan smiled helplessly, and left under the guidance of Zong Zhengyu.

After walking two steps, Feng Canglan turned his head slightly.

After all, the Three Realms were in chaos because of her intervention.

She should have been unable to interfere in the affairs of the Three Realms.

In the beginning, it was because Ji Ye, the demon god who slaughtered the common people, killed her and wanted to destroy her.

She can only go back in time and space to go back to the past, originally to kill Ji Ye who has not yet become enchanted.

Who would have thought that so many things would happen.

From the moment fate began to deviate, it began to get out of hand.

Yu Jun Shiyu, she was ashamed in the end.

If she hadn't intervened...

Feng Canglan came to the stage with gloomy eyebrows, and looked at Zong Zhengyu beside him with a difficult expression.

Now I only hope that Yu Yu can change his fate against the sky and strip away the demon god's fate.

I have already felt sorry for the people of the world, and now I can only pin my hopes on him.

If Yu Yu can peel off the demon god's fate, Mieshi will not come again, which can be regarded as saving in disguise.

"Thinking about what?"

Back at the palace, seeing Feng Canglan lost his mind, Zong Zhengyu asked in a low voice, "I'm so engrossed in thinking about it."

"I was thinking, my decision must be right."

The Three Realms will not perish, and Yu Yu will not become a demon god who only knows killing in his eyes.

"nature."

Zong Zhengyu held Feng Canglan's hand firmly, and pulled him into his arms, his phoenix eyes were full of warmth, "Lan'er's decision will never be wrong."

Feng Canglan sighed, closing his eyes and resting his head on Zong Zhengyu's chest.

During this period of time, the Demon Realm was very peaceful and quiet, which should have been a good thing.

She felt uneasy.

I haven't forgotten the puppet like Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death.

Such tranquility made her feel uneasy, and she always felt that this was the harbinger before the storm.

Especially... the last time the puppet was destroyed by Jun Shiyu's sword, the smile that fell.

It is full of madness and unwillingness, and she will come back.

There is no soul, just a wisp of spiritual consciousness that will never die?
Feng Canglan's closed bright eyes slightly opened, and there was a slight smile at the tip of the raised eyes.

Who said that spiritual consciousness would never die.

But... that way...

Feng Canglan's serious smile dissipated, and he settled the matter of the subduing magic pestle first.

That is the imperative.

Today's Demon Realm is a little bit better than the order of the heavens, and there are no more fighting scenes.

It is calm and peaceful.

If it is not dark all year round, there is no sunrise and sunset, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a paradise.

The matter was almost settled, Feng Canglan and the two didn't go out again, Tong Zong Zhengyu was in the palace.

Different from the darkness outside, the palace is a glazed luminous pearl, brightly lit.

It's a bit out of tune with the Demon Realm.

The demons passing by would take a look inside from time to time, but they didn't dare to approach it because the demon master ordered it to forbid them.

inside the palace

Feng Canglan was sitting in front of the dressing table, and behind him was Zong Zhengyu, who was combing the blue hair little by little.

Originally it was just a matter of playing the conductor, but Zong Zhengyu insisted on coming in person every day.

"Lan'er likes it."

Feng Canglan looked at the person behind her through the bronze mirror, she shook her bun slightly and gave an appreciative look, "It's not bad, the progress is getting bigger and bigger."

"Then I'll fix it for you too."

As she spoke, she got up, pressed Zong Zhengyu in front of the dressing table, and combed her silver hair with a wooden comb.

The silver-haired Tsing Yi weakened the tough and heroic spirit brought by his face, and gave it a bit more gentle and elegant taste.

Feng Canglan picked up a strand of silver hair and combed it slowly, "Yuyu."

She put down her silver hair, put her hands on Zong Zhengyu's shoulders, leaned against his neck and looked at him through the bronze mirror, her eyes were piercing, "Don't make any mistakes this time."

(End of this chapter)