The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1802 Her existence was a mistake!
The four words are firm and decisive.

If she hadn't seen those pictures in the afterimage of the subduing magic pestle, she might not have persisted like this.

After seeing it with her own eyes, she simply couldn't promise not to pursue it.

Not even qualified to agree.

According to what Yunya said, the resurrected person doesn't know.

However, her resurrection was indeed at the cost of the lives of the entire Three Realms.

It's not a sentence, you can be exempted from liability if you don't know.

Yunya's pleading eyes dimmed, and her whole body was like a falling star, gradually losing its light.

Then he looked at Zong Zhengyu with frowned eyes, his eyes seemed to be asking for help.

Zong Zhengyu stood behind and listened to everything, noticing the gaze on the other side raised his eyes.

The eyes of the two collided.

"Lan'er, as the old saying goes, those who don't know are innocent."

"If not..."

Just as Zong Zhengyu opened his mouth, Feng Canglan looked over indifferently, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"If not what?"

"If not, don't pursue it?"

"It's true that those who don't know are innocent, but her life was paid for by all living beings."

"This is the original sin!"

"Unless the creatures from the Three Realms who died due to her blood sacrifice are revived, she will be wrong all her life."

"Her existence was a mistake!"

With anger towards Zong Zhengyu, Feng Canglan spoke louder and louder, and finally roared directly.

The eyes of the two were intertwined, their swords were on edge, and the smoke filled the air.

For a long time, Zong Zhengyu narrowed his eyes to avoid Feng Canglan's sharp and sharp gaze.

Feng Canglan kept lingering in his ears, the sentence that Feng Canglan roared, her existence was a mistake.

"You say she is innocent if she doesn't know, you go ask the creatures of the three worlds who were sacrificed by the blood to agree!"

"You said not to pursue it, and then ask the tens of thousands of souls who have been sacrificed by blood, and the undead who have been suppressed for tens of thousands of years, if they are willing!"

Feng Canglan raised his voice, and the atmosphere became even more tense.

Yunya looked at Feng Canglan's back with a complicated look in Taohua's eyes.

Zong Zhengyu, who was watched by Feng Canglan's scorching and sharp gaze, moved his thin lips slightly, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Seeing this scene, An Ran came up with small steps, and patted Feng Canglan's back little by little to comfort her, "Sister, don't be angry,"

Her low and soft voice broke the stiffness, and Feng Canglan also realized that she was overly emotional, and vented her suppressed emotions on Zong Zhengyu.

Withdrawing her gaze, Feng Canglan looked at the blank space, rubbed the space between her brows, "Sorry, I was too emotional just now."

"Let's get down to business first, let's strip off the Demon God's fate."

"Okay." Zong Zhengyu nodded in response, and just as he finished speaking, Feng Canglan rubbed the hand between his brows and sent it away, "Forget it."

"I am a bit tired."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left, noticing that Yun Ya's five fingers were clasped slightly, and the barrier suddenly rose.

"Let's talk tomorrow."

He should have peeled off the Demon Subduing Pestle immediately, but he couldn't lift his energy.

Today, too many things happened.

Feng Canglan left, and Feng Anran followed suit.

Zong Zhengyu and Yun Ya were left in the snow.

The snow stopped and the sun came out.

The sun poured down on the snowy ground and fell on Zongzheng Yuxuezhong and the two of them.

The warm sun cast a layer of soft light on Zong Zhengyu, making him feel warmer in the icy and snowy world.

He clasped his hands tightly, bowed his head, and his shoulders trembled faintly.

Yunya looked at him with a trace of worry in her peach blossom eyes, "This matter is not easy to handle."

"Ling'er, she... insists on investigating, if she really finds something."

"will not."

Zong Zhengyu raised his half-drowned head slowly, and his slender eyelashes cast a shadow under the projection of the sun, "She won't find anything."

(End of this chapter)