The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1847 Lan'er, you shouldn't be here
Zong Zhengyu stood with his back facing him, resisting all over his body, and shouted to leave quickly.

Looking at the figure with his back turned to him, and listening to those words urging him to leave, Feng Canglan's eyes were quietly stained with red.

Feng Canglan ignored the chasing away from the other side, and just stood there watching quietly.

The reddened autumn water eyes were stained with a layer of mist, which slipped quietly along the corners of the eyes.

"Lan'er, you shouldn't have come here."

"Shouldn't have come."

"You should draw a clear line with me and distance yourself from me."

Zong Zhengyu whispered with his back turned, his suppressed voice trembled, "Let's go quickly."

"Never again."

"Forget me, forget everything about resurrection, this is the end of the blood sacrifice, and draw a full stop."

Listening to his urging to drive away, tears fell from the tip of Feng Canglan's eyes.

Tears blurred her vision, she looked sideways at the sky slightly and took a deep breath, "You said before that you were serious about asking me to reconcile?"

The figure with Zong Zhengyu's back was shocked, his hands were slightly clenched, and the red phoenix eyes flashed through struggle, reluctance, nostalgia, and finally closed the eyes.

"Yes."

One word, crisp and neat, without any embellishments.

Feng Canglan's tears welled up even more, covering her entire face.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and stared at Zong Zhengyu's back without moving, "Then we have nothing to do with each other now?"

The hoarse voice trembled wildly.

Zong Zhengyu froze in place, his phoenix eyes facing away were scarlet, his thin lips parted slightly, and he couldn't say the word "yes".

"Lan'er, let's go."

In the end, he restrained his emotions and only said this sentence.

"You are afraid that I will come into contact with you, and the people in the three realms will think that it is me who resurrected you."

"You use torture to pave the way for me to have a good name in the Three Realms."

"Yuyu, your goal has been achieved."

"Now the entire Three Realms respect me and praise me. Not a single voice doubts that I was the one you resurrected."

"Your plan is perfect."

"It's perfect!"

Feng Canglan took a step closer, her tearful eyes burning, "But, you are not included in this perfect plan."

From the very beginning, Zong Zhengyu did not include himself in the plan.

It was discovered that she was the mastermind of the blood sacrifice to the common people, and she couldn't ask the resurrected one or two even if she asked so hard.

When she found out that she was a resurrected person, Zong Zhengyu gave up completely and confessed all the way, just to divert attention and take her out of the whole thing.

Let her be clean.

"You took me out of the whole thing, but I was already in the game, how could I get out."

She was resurrected after enduring the lifelong sacrifice of the Three Realms. Even if she didn't know it, she should make atonement.

"You are not in the game!"

Zong Zhengyu turned around sharply, "Lan'er, you don't even know that I was the one who forcibly resurrected, and I did it my own way!"

"This matter has nothing to do with you! It doesn't matter, do you know!"

Seeing Zong Zhengyu's appearance, Feng Canglan's watery eyes froze.

But I haven't seen him for a while, Zong Zhengyu...

It must have changed too much.

She was so haggard that she was so shocked that she almost couldn't recognize her.

She was still clean in Tsing Yi, with silver hair shawls, pale face, and sunken cheeks.

There was no sharp edge between the brows, which was covered by a layer of melancholy.

Those Ruifeng eyes, sharp as eagles, lost their light, and looked like falling stars.

Decadent, give up, fall.

These three words perfectly fit Zong Zhengyu's current appearance.

That white and unstained Tsing Yi is incompatible with the whole personality.

"Yuyu..."

Feng Canglan's expression was greatly moved, and tears rolled down his face.

Zong Zhengyu turned his back sharply, covering his face with his silver hair with both hands.

The chains around his wrists rattled because of his movements.

"move."

"I beg you, Lan'er."

(End of this chapter)