The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1848 Lan'er, forget everything, the blood sacrifice is over

"Don't waste all my hard work."

A low and hoarse voice came, Feng Canglan took a deep breath, wiped away the tears on his face, and waved the cell door to open automatically.

Regardless of Zong Zhengyu's obstruction and resistance, she stepped into the prison, "I will leave if you let me go?"

Feng Canglan stopped behind Zong Zhengyu, saying clearly, "Who are you to me?"

Zong Zhengyu didn't respond and turned his back.

It was true that he agreed and left just now, but he didn't answer later.

It is even more impossible to cope now.

Said they were husband and wife, Feng Canglan couldn't leave.

Saying that it has nothing to do with it makes it even more impossible to listen to his words and leave.

Lan'er has always had her own opinion, even he can't shake her mind.

"Say it."

She asked with a choked voice, and walked to the left, Zong Zhengyu quickly turned around to avoid Feng Canglan.

Seeing him many times, Feng Canglan clasped his shoulder, "What do you stand against, am I that scary?"

Controlled by Feng Canglan, Zong Zhengyu kept his posture without moving, but lowered his head even lower.

The silver hair on the temples poured down, almost covering his entire face.

"Lan'er, let's go."

"I have reaped the consequences of my own evil up to this day, and it is a redemption."

"This ending is already very good."

"So be it."

"Which way!?" Feng Canglan clasped his shoulders and forcibly walked to the front, holding Zong Zhengyu's drooping head with both hands.

The moment they looked at each other, they couldn't say any hard words.

Only the red eyes kept weeping, "Yuyu..."

"You...how did you become like this?"

She carefully brushed Zong Zhengyu's sunken cheeks, and she looked skinny.

"you……"

Feng Canglan's caressing fingers trembled, his heart ached so much that he couldn't speak.

The hand that caressed her cheek was suddenly felt a force, Zong Zhengyu held the slender hands with one hand, and wiped away the tears with the other.

"I'm fine, I'm fine here."

"This is already the best ending."

He sacrificed his blood to the common people, and he should have destroyed himself.

Now there is still one life left.

Lan'er is still fine, clean and respected, and still at the top of the Three Realms.

That's the best ending ever.

"Where is it?"

"It's all become like this."

Feng Canglan's eyes were full of distress, and he kept choking up.

Watching Zong Zhengyu's tears keep falling down, like pearls with broken strings.

"really good."

"I still have one life, stay in the sky prison."

The only bad thing is that I can't say goodbye to Lan'er.

If you can't meet each other, what's the difference between Tianlong or Tiangong?

"sorry."

Feng Canglan burst into tears and choked up, apologizing aloud.

"It's all because of me that you are where you are now."

"No!" Zong Zhengyu stopped wiping his tears with a resolute attitude, "Lan'er, listen."

"You have nothing to feel sorry for me."

"I did everything on my own will, and now I have to blame myself!"

"You didn't know it from the beginning to the end, and you were just forced."

"It has nothing to do with you, you are the victim."

Zong Zhengyu looked serious and cold, "From today on, forget everything, and the blood sacrifice will end here."

"I was imprisoned in the sky prison to draw the final full stop."

His phoenix eyes full of spider webs stared deeply, "Remember, forget everything after leaving today."

"Don't come again."

"Understood, Lan'er."

"Do you have the heart to see my plans go to waste?"

Facing Zong Zhengyu's oppressive aura, Feng Canglan subconsciously wanted to shake his head.

His voice seemed to be bewitching, leading people into the abyss little by little, "Okay, Lan'er."

Feng Canglan almost nodded, but when he realized he was already outside the prison.

She paused, her thoughts returned to her head and she looked back at the prison.

After staring for a long time, he clenched his hands and turned to leave.

inside the dungeon

Zong Zhengyu leaned against the wall weakly, as if all his strength had been taken away.

The hands bound by the chains cover the eyes, and the thin lips draw a curve...

(End of this chapter)