The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 712 I am Zong Zhengyu!Not Ye Gu!

The pupils shrank suddenly, watching the pupils of the person close at hand slowly dilate.

The arms around Liu Cang kept tightening slightly.

A sense of oppression rushed over the face, and the evil spirit mixed with the chill spread throughout the palace, as if in an ice cellar.

"Lan'er..."

With a low hoarse voice trembling and roaring, the evil spirit all over his body dissipated the moment he came into contact with Feng Canglan's sight.

"Lan'er, are the rumors out there fake?"

"Tell me that the marriage between you and Yunya is fake." His red eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he didn't see his whole body slumped overnight, as if he had aged a lot.

The long and narrow Ruifeng eyes are surrounded by black circles, which shows that he stayed up all night last night.

"You told me it was a lie."

"Lan'er, tell me!"

"That's fake!" Zong Zhengyu squeezed Feng Canglan's shoulder tightly with his eyes, trying to restrain his inner emotions, "Lan'er, talk, talk."

The hoarse voice was choked with sobs, and the sight of Feng Canglan disappeared from the menacing appearance at the beginning.

Feng Canglan watched quietly, letting him hold her, calm, with nothing but indifference in her eyes.

"Lan'er..."

He was about to speak again, Feng Canglan said first, "Really."

boom--

The word "true" was like a thunderbolt, making Zong Zhengyu dizzy, tinnitus and dizzy.

His already haggard face was pale, and his red eyes seemed to be crying blood.

"No!"

"not real!"

"It's not true, right? You lied to me! You lied to me!" He squeezed Feng Canglan's arm and shook it wildly, but Feng Canglan replied calmly, "It's true."

"Three days later, I will marry Yunya."

It is clear and clear, even if Yunya wants to deceive himself and others, he can't do it.

He suddenly let go of Feng Canglan's hand, mechanically shook his head, "Impossible."

"Lan'er, how can you marry Yunya?"

"You married Yunya, what am I?" He stared at Feng Canglan in a daze, his voice hoarse, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were already filled with tears.

The man did not flick his tears lightly, but he couldn't count how many times he had shed tears in front of Feng Canglan.

"What kind of?"

Feng Canglan lowered her eyes in thought, and after a while raised her head to answer her doubts very seriously, "Ex-husband?"

"Yes, it's the ex-husband."

The word "ex-husband" turned into a sharp blade and pierced Zong Zhengyu's chest. He trembled from the pain, his ears were ringing, his ears were dizzy, and he shook for a while.

"Ex-husband?"

"I'm your ex-husband, Lan'er?" He smiled wildly, "How can I be my ex-husband?"

"The divorce letter has been given. You and I have nothing to do with each other. If we really talk about the relationship, it can only be the ex-husband." Feng Canglan took it easy, turning a blind eye to the appearance of the other party on the verge of collapse, but with a look of great interest, Qiu Shui's eyes were full of appreciation.

It's just like……

Watch a play, watch the opposite play!

"No!"

"I don't agree!" He suddenly approached, tears lingering in his red eyes, "Lan'er! I don't agree!"

"The divorce letter does not require your consent, but I unilaterally divorce you."

"Lan'er..." Zong Zhengyu took a deep breath, the veins on the back of his depressed hands popped up, and a tear rolled down the corner of his long and narrow eyes.

Feng Canglan's eyes paused, and she quietly moved away, with a mocking smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

This acting skill is really good, if she didn't know everything, she would really be deceived.

"Don't marry Yunya." Zong Zhengyu pleaded, grabbing Feng Canglan's cuff as if grabbing a life-saving straw, "He is not a good person."

"Is he not a good person?" Feng Canglan lowered his head and chuckled, then raised his head with a smile like a flower, "Coincidentally, I am not a good person either."

"The smell is similar, and a nest of snakes and rats is just right."

"Zong Zhengyu." Feng Canglan sighed softly, and bit by bit he pulled away his hand that was holding onto his cuff, seemingly indifferently but with great strength.

"I still say the same thing, if you want to get the Pangu Stone from me, you have to step over my corpse."

"Your trick is useless to me."

"no!"

"I'm not for Pan Gushi!" He roared sharply, "I love you, Lan'er! I love you!"

"Love?" The temperature in Feng Canglan's eyes suddenly dropped, and he lifted his hand suddenly, "Your love is to use, to deceive, to take away the Pangu Stone that saved Liu Cang's life."

"That's not me...that's..."

At this point, his voice stopped abruptly.

Tremblingly withdrew his hand, even with his head buried, the hidden hostility emanating from his body still made his heart stop suddenly.

Death-like pressure, the air in the hall is thin at this moment.

Feng Canglan slightly tightened his arms around Liu Cang, and stared deeply at Zong Zhengyu whose aura had undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Why are not you talking?"

Her cold voice was cold and indifferent, Zong Zhengyu turned into an afterimage and disappeared the moment she heard it.

Looking at the open palace door, she stared blankly.

After a long time, he rolled his eyes and smiled softly.

He came to fool her without finding a good connection, she was really so easy to deceive before.

"Liu Cang, do you think mother is stupid?" She shook her arms, with a faint smile on her face, but Qiu Shui's eyes were indifferent.

Zong Zhengyu ran out of the palace, stood in a corner of the garden, and firmly grasped the white palace wall with both hands.

"What do you want to do! What do you want to do!"

The hostility is compelling, and the evil spirit is pervasive.

He raised his head sharply, his long and narrow Ruifeng eyes were fierce and struggling, "You promised me! You won't hurt Lan'er!"

"What else do you want to do with my body!"

His widened scarlet eyes were about to burst open, blood stains faintly appeared on the fingertips grasping the white wall.

The crimson eyes were gradually taken over by deep blackness, Zong Zhengyu's thin lips were lightly parted, and his deep magnetic voice was extremely cold, with a terrifying sense of oppression, "I am the one who promised you."

Slowly loosen the hand that was clasped to the white wall, seeing the blood on the fingertips flashed a trace of disgust in the phoenix eyes.

Standing with his hands behind his back, he turned around quietly, looking at the jacaranda branches swaying by the autumn wind, his voice was cold, "Then you did what you promised me?"

"I didn't do anything! I did everything you asked me to do!"

"I just beg you not to hurt Lan'er! You still hurt!" Zong Zhengyu suppressed and growled, his pupils changed, "Child?"

"Zong Zhengyu, I allow you to follow Feng Canglan for a short period of time. This seat is already extrajudicial."

"A child was actually produced." The deep voice was cold to the bone, "Are you fantasizing about escaping from this seat's control?"

"Your existence is to find the Pangu Stone."

"When Qing'er is resurrected, she should disappear."

"You are the resurrected Qing'er created by me, and you still want to have your own life?"

"As a part of this seat, but deeply in love with another woman."

"My lord, I will not allow you to leave an heir. If you stay there, you will die." The deep voice was calm and without any ups and downs, and the murderous aura in the dark pupils suddenly increased.

Zong Zhengyu's jaw was tense, and the veins on the back of his hand and forehead were bulging, "If you make a move, then wait another hundred years!"

"It's only a hundred years. You have been waiting for tens of millions of years, so you shouldn't care."

He grinned with thin lips, and his pupils covered with spider silk lingered on Sen Han, "I'm Zong Zhengyu! Not Ye Gu!"

(End of this chapter)