The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1857 Then... what punishment will I have?
The transformation from a dark swamp to a world of ice and snow just now is already shocking enough.

Everything that happened here represented a change in Yunya's state of mind.

From the crying for help at the beginning, the despair and pain, to the cold snow in the back, blocking everything from approaching.

It is not the mountains that are covered by snow, but his state of mind.

But now, on the snow-covered barren mountains, there is snow.

A jacaranda tree stands gracefully.

As the cold wind blows, the blue-purple petals fall to the snow.

He sealed himself off from the approach of all creatures.

Don't let any living beings merge into yourself.

On the land covered by ice and snow, a giant Jacaranda tree rose from the ground.

It was as if he closed his heart and refused to approach anyone, making an exception because of her.

With the jacaranda tree as the center, the ice and snow continue to melt.

The huge pupils who had been watching suddenly sank, "My son, it's time to wake up."

"My son, come back quickly."

His thick voice drifted through the ice and snow, getting smaller and smaller, pointing at the complete melting of the iceberg.

"That's it."

Feng Canglan rubbed the center of his brows, how could Yunya still be conscious in this state.

Now I can only think of another way.

Yunya woke up, so she could let go and do other things.

His coma and deep sleep were caused by Zong Zhengyu, and it was also because of her.

If it really doesn't work, you can only enter the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness to explore again.

Feng Canglan withdrew his gaze, turned and walked towards the window.

It is now spring in the Noshore State.

The snow melted, and the vast expanse of whiteness completely disappeared from the Noshore State.

A jacaranda tree outside the window is in full bloom, with flowers but no leaves.

Blue-purple flowers transform the tree into an arching umbrella.

Feng Canglan let out a long sigh, completely unaware that Yunya's fingers were trembling very close to the snow-white in the barrier behind him.

On the snowy mountain where the ice and snow have melted, the jacaranda is flourishing.

The thick voice urged, "My son, after finishing everything, come back quickly."

The moment the voice disappeared, Yun Ya's silver-white eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Sensing the change of breath behind him, Feng Canglan subconsciously glanced at it, and then gave a sharp pause to look away.

Seeing the unconscious Yun Ya opened her eyes, looking directly above.

A gleam of joy flashed in Feng Canglan's eyes, and he walked away quickly, "Are you awake?"

Yunya's lavender pupils moved slightly, her defocused peach blossom eyes gradually focused, seeing Feng Canglan's brows and eyes blurred softly, "Aya..."

Just as he was about to call Ling'er, his voice stopped abruptly, and he called again, "Lan Lan."

The long-term struggle without changing the name is ultimately self-deception.

Now, it is telling myself and reminding myself.

Can't go back, never go back.

Even if she stubbornly refuses to admit it, after all, she is Feng Canglan, and she is no longer the Xiang Ling who only has him.

"Ah."

Feng Canglan froze for a moment, then responded amiably, looking at her and said, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"Or something feels wrong?"

Yunya frowned slightly, sat up slowly, and only belatedly remembered what happened before she fell into a coma, "I'm still alive?"

Didn't he destroy himself?

Seeing Yunya's doubts, Feng Canglan replied, "When the soldiers were half destroyed, the thunder that fell stopped them."

"You are fine now."

"Okay..." Yunya frowned slightly, touching the cinnabar mole on my brow, "Did Zong Zhengyu succeed in stripping the demon god's fate?"

"Success."

Feng Canglan chuckled, "I stripped it myself."

"That's good." Yunya muttered to herself, raising her eyes to look at Feng Canglan, "Then... what punishment will I have?"

"There will be no punishment."

"It has been found out that Zong Zhengyu is the chief culprit of the blood sacrifice to the common people, and you were pushed out to take the blame."

"what!"

(End of this chapter)