The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 696 Ling'er... Master, please let go

The hand on the neck kept tightening, Feng Canglan was restrained by the throat, and his face was flushed with blood.

New tear stains appeared on the face that hadn't dried yet, and the tears came out of the eyes and rolled down, like the flood that burst the embankment could not be stopped at all.

Zong Zhengyu actually strangled her neck?
Unbelievable, can't believe it!
The person in front of her with cold brows and stern expression was the one in her memory who was so anxious that she would cry.

"This seat thinks of a way."

Zong Zhengyu squeezed Feng Canglan's slender neck with one hand, and opened Feng Canglan's fisted hand with the other.

Sensing his movement, Feng Canglan clenched her back molars and clenched her hands desperately.

She was already injured, and because she was restrained, her throat was rapidly losing strength, so she was not his opponent at all, and she was completely unable to stop his movements.

Zong Zhengyu's drooping brows and eyes were calm and cold, and in the eyes that seemed to be calm in ancient wells, evil spirits were overflowing and hidden.

With Feng Canglan clenched his fists tightly, he mercilessly opened his fingers one by one.

The fingers were forcibly broken apart, and the pain like a bone fracture was transmitted from the fingers to the arms and then to the heart.

Distressed trembling, painful breathing difficulties.

Even so, she still gritted her teeth, staring at the person close to her with teary eyes.

"Zong Zhengyu!"

Yunya yelled in surprise, and watched Feng Canglan's clenched fingers being forcibly opened, and the broken hand turned white, clutching his chest and hurried over, "What are you doing!"

"Let go of Ling'er!"

Zong Zhengyu acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and broke open one by one with force, not caring whether Feng Canglan would hurt or not.

Thumb, index finger, middle finger, next one!
Seeing Feng Canglan's painful lips and cheeks were the same color, Yunya's trembling voice persuaded, "Ling'er... let go."

"Ling'er...Master, please let go."

"If you continue like this, your fingers will be broken!"

His lavender pupils lived up to the indifference of the past, a few streaks of red blood were faintly visible, and his hands trembled wildly as he tried to stop him.

He was answered by soundless silence.

Feng Canglan's tearful eyes were full of stubbornness, staring at Zong Zhengyu for a moment, and said with difficulty, "I don't!"

"Ling'er... let go, Liu Cang... Liu Cang will find a way for you as a teacher, and it will definitely make Liu Cang return to normal."

"Let go, listen to the master." The voice of persuasion almost turned into pleading, fearing that Feng Canglan would offend the person next to him.

He dared to slaughter in the upper world, let alone her.

"I don't!" There was no room for negotiation with the firm words, his cheeks were getting redder and redder due to the congestion, and his brain had begun to lose consciousness due to lack of oxygen.

Even so, she will never change her mind!

Zong Zhengyu's downcast black eyes sank, and he opened Feng Canglan's last finger to take away the Pangu Stone.

The hand that was pinching her neck also let go the moment it got the Pangu stone.

Feng Canglan fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The hand was forcibly separated by force, and the whole body was pale and trembling from the pain.

She lay on the ground, tears blurred her vision, watching the figure leave step by step, gradually away.

pain……

It hurts……

My hands hurt, my whole body hurts.

But against the background of the chest pain, these pains seemed not painful at all.

She thought... Zong Zhengyu would not be so heartless, foolishly telling him that he would not hurt herself.

At this moment... She just realized how stupid and ridiculous she was.

Tears flowed down uncontrollably, condensing into drops and falling to the ground.

Her bright and translucent autumn eyes gradually darkened like pearls covered in dust and stars falling.

Quietly watching Zong Zhengyu cast a spell again, hanging the Pangu stone in the air to revive the owner of the red dress.

"This is the way of this seat."

There was no trace of warmth in the deep voice, and the calm tone carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

Tears rolled down, and the breath was stuck in his chest for a long time, "Ah——"

(End of this chapter)