The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1747 Get out of here!

Regarding Feng Canglan's getting out, Zong Zhengyu talked to himself as if he had never heard of it, his tone was as gentle and pampering as before, without any change.

"As long as Lan'er wants to stay here, I will stay here with Lan'er as long as possible."

"Actually, there is no rush to strip the Demon God's Fate. It is more appropriate to take it slowly."

Feng Canglan clenched her back molars, trying to contain her emotions.

The soft-spoken and considerate voice next to him was like pouring a pot of oil into the fire.

"To shut up!"

She opened her eyes abruptly, her Qiushui pupils were tinged with blood red, and the bulging veins were faintly visible on her fair cheeks, it could be seen that she was very angry at this time.

Zong Zhengyu didn't pause for a moment, and still had that gentle, pampering and affectionate appearance.

Anyone who reads it has to say that Zong Zhengyu loves Feng Canglan deeply.

It is said that the two are deeply in love.

The magnetic voice is like a wild wind, blowing the raging fire in Feng Canglan's heart more and more fiercely.

"Get out of here!"

Feng Canglan's trembling voice broke out, piercing Zong Zhengyu's whitewashing, and threw the table full of things to the ground, "Get out of here—"

She propped her hands on the table, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged.

The soft-spoken Zong Zhengyu finally stopped Guan Wei's voice.

Quiet, all is silent.

The trees stopped and the wind stopped, and even the cold wind howling outside also calmed down.

Standing outside, Feng Anran's eyelids twitched when he heard the roar inside, and his clear deer eyes were deep.

Finally, he withdrew his gaze from looking inside the hall.Looking at the endless white snow.

"Lan, Lan'er."

Zong Zhengyu's voice was finally not the same gentle and peaceful, the magnetic voice was mixed with an undetectable slight tremor, "What's wrong with you?"

"Is there something uncomfortable?"

Feng Canglan raised his head abruptly, his reddened Qiushui eyes were as cold as torches.

"Pack?"

"continue."

Feng Canglan put away the hands that were supporting the table, and after sorting out the collapsed mood, he gave a formulaic smile.

"Lan'er?"

Zong Zhengyu frowned lightly, with a dazed and puzzled expression on his face.

The more he is so ignorant and innocent.

The anger in Feng Canglan's heart burned even more vigorously.

Not wanting to be the same as Zong Zheng Yuxu and Wei Snake, guessing again and again, she hooked the corners of her lips, "What are you looking for, the last drop of blood."

"Even if you turn the Three Realms over, you won't find it."

"Where in this world does the heart and blood come from?"

"You think so?" She looked at it with a smile, but her eyes were piercingly cold.

Zong Zhengyu's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and his gaze moved away silently.

Seeing him avoiding his gaze, Feng Canglan sneered, and his heart grew colder.

"Zong Zhengyu."

The voice she called her by name was extremely cold, "Have I ever told you?"

"If you don't want to strip the Demon God's life, you can tell me."

"How did you reply to me?"

"Tell me." Feng Canglan tried his best to control the calmness of his voice, "You want to strip the demon god's life more than anyone else."

"Before you ordered the puppet Su Ling to kill An Ran in an attempt to sabotage An Ran's return."

"You didn't have any explanation, just said that the time came to tell me."

"He also said that this kind of thing will never happen in the future."

"Because of the relationship between us, I believe you."

"The results of it?"

Feng Canglan's voice became sharper and colder, "Trusting this kind of thing is the least valuable."

Zong Zhengyu's eyes were gray, and just as he was about to say something, Feng Canglan's update sounded again, "The top bead on the subordinating pestle is a trick to deceive the eyes, you have already seen it, right?"

thump——

Zong Zhengyu was all over for a while, his pupils froze——

(End of this chapter)