The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1783 Unless the creatures who died because of her come back to life, otherwise...

The bright red blood flew to two inches from the Demon Subduing Pestle and stopped suddenly.

Zongzheng Yuyunya, who had been staring at this scene all the time, changed his expression.

"Lan'er! Why are you still hesitating!"

"Taking advantage of time to stand still now, put the blood into the Subduing Demon Pestle before the barrier seal is activated again!"

In the colorless enchantment, Zong Zhengyu's deep black pupils were full of tension, urging anxiously.

Feng Canglan's controlling hand was slightly stiff.

Zong Zhengyu glanced at the subduing magic pestle and fixed his eyes on Feng Canglan, "Do you still think that I am the one who started the blood sacrifice?"

Hearing Zong Zhengyu's voice, Feng Canglan's eyes were half-closed.

"Lan'er!"

"I don't know why you think I'm the one who sacrificed blood to the common people."

"I don't understand why you think so."

"But Lan'er, time waits for no one, even if time stands still, it cannot last forever."

He was full of anxiety and kept urging, "You put the blood into the subduing magic pestle first, whether it is true or not, it will be revealed soon."

"Lan'er!"

Zong Zhengyu roared anxiously, his voice trembling, "It's too late!"

Feng Canglan frowned slightly, and the hand controlling the subduing magic pestle moved.

Indeed, whether it is true or not can be determined after this drop of blood enters.

However, unless the Subduing Demon Pestle is turned on, the truth will not fall to the ground.

Feng Canglan's cheeks were tense, and his gaze was fixed on the blood that was slowly moving towards the subduing magic pestle.

hope, wish...

Originally, I hoped to activate the Subduing Demon Pestle, so as to completely eliminate the possibility.

But from the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Yun Ya who was smiling warmly in front of him, and this thought was suddenly stopped.

He is completely white, with silver hair and white eyebrows, and the pair of lavender pupils in the peach blossom eyes are looking at her with a smile at the moment.

Cold and gentle, it instantly brought the memory back to many years ago.

When the two met for the first time.

Under the tree, she squatted and he stood.

At that time, a gust of wind blew away the white silk covering his eyes.

His face suddenly appeared, cold as an exile, but those lavender peach blossom eyes were mixed with a gentle smile.

That smile is exactly the same as Yunya's smile now.

Feng Canglan frowned slightly, her face froze.

How could it be Yunya...

Her gaze drew Yunya into a faint smile, his plain suit made him the true deity of the Banished Immortal, with a smile on his face, he was extraordinarily gentle and approachable.

"Aya'er."

Yunya's clear voice is like flowing water, making people feel at ease and refreshed.

"I am willing to open the magic pestle, and I am willing to be punished as it should be."

"There is only one request..." His fixed eyes drooped, and the expression in his pupils was covered by silver-white eyelashes.

"I just want to use this to get rid of the crime."

Yun Ya lifted Su Yi lightly and knelt down.

Feng Canglan's expression changed, and he moved two steps sideways to avoid Yunya's kneeling.

Noticing this movement, Yunya's white eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't stop, and continued, "If you change Ling'er, don't go back and track it down."

"I am the one who sacrificed blood to the common people."

"I am the one who sealed the Subduing Demon Pestle."

"It was also I who suppressed the undead after the blood sacrifice in the Subduing Demon Pestle."

"Everything is planned by me."

"Others don't know."

Having said that, he finally raised his eyes, his peach blossom eyes flushed and his face pleading, "Ling'er, all the sins were done by me alone, and it has nothing to do with her."

"She doesn't know."

"I beg Ling'er not to pursue her in the future."

Facing Yunya's begging and begging, Feng Canglan avoided her eyes, "She bears the lives of the three realms on her body, and she is living against the sky."

"Unless the creatures of the Three Realms who died because of her are resurrected, otherwise..."

Her cold voice was long, and her fingertips trembled slightly, pushing in the blood that was only half an inch away from the magic pestle!
"It's him, the sinner who sacrificed blood to the common people of the Three Realms!"

(End of this chapter)