The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 835 I choose, Silent Night
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Feng Canglan intuitively felt that his head was buzzing.

Originally, I made up my mind to choose Yuyu!
Just when she decided to tell the result, such a voice suddenly sounded.

"Qingqing, Zong Zhengyu is me, and I am Zong Zhengyu."

"Even if he disappears, you still have me."

"So, you will choose..." His clear and magnetic voice softened, bewitching, "Me?"

Feng Canglan stared intently at Moist Qiushui.

After a long time, she suddenly chuckled, turned around and walked to the side of Ruantao, looked at the unconscious Liu Cang, and said in a slightly cold voice, "You're right."

"Ji Ye is Zong Zhengyu, but Zong Zhengyu is just a part of Ji Ye."

"Then I will choose Silent Night."

Deng!
Behind Feng Canglan's invisible back, the expression on Zong Zhengyu's face was eroded by sternness, the cold air spread all over his body, and the bloodthirsty aura in his phoenix eyes was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

"As you wish? Zong, Zheng, Yu."

She paused every word in a icy cold voice, turned her head and looked back, smiling gently, but her autumn eyes washed by tears were extraordinarily cold.

As if just fished out of the cold pool, the cold person shivered all over.

Zong Zhengyu smashed the three words from the top of his head, and his eyes, which were occupied by hostility, instantly became clear.

Raising his eyes and seeing the sneer and coldness on Feng Canglan's face, his heart skipped a beat, "Lan'er..."

"I'm tired and don't want to play with you."

A faint sentence reveals a sense of fatigue, indifferent and calm.

Zong Zhengyu's hostility dissipated from his whole body, as if he had been thrown into the abyss, and his body was sinking rapidly.

I can't get angry anymore, there is only one voice in my head.

Lan'er was angry.

"Lan'er... I, I was just joking."

"I, I see you are worried about Liucang, just kidding." His smile was stiff, uglier than crying.

Feng Canglan didn't speak, just looked at it lightly.

This look made Zong Zhengyu more flustered, overturning all the remarks just now, and his hoarse voice trembled slightly, "I'm not joking."

"I... I just want Lan'er to say choose me, I just want Lan'er to choose me firmly."

Even if you are bewitched, you must choose him unswervingly.

"Lan'er..." Zong Zhengyu stretched out his hand to pull Feng Canglan, but was dodged before he touched it.

The outstretched hand was frozen in mid-air, and the whole person seemed to be petrified.

"It doesn't have to be that way."

"You guys..." I wanted to say something, and finally let out a chuckle, "Forget it, I'm a little tired, I haven't rested for a long time and want to be quiet."

"Then I will accompany you."

As soon as he said it, Feng Canglan ruthlessly rejected it, "No need."

"I won't speak, I won't come out..." After speaking out to fight, he met Shang Feng Canglan's calm and indifferent eyes.

Halfway through his speech, his voice stopped abruptly, and he stepped back and changed his words, "Well, call me if you have something to do."

Zong Zhengyu turned and left. When he left the palace gate, his footsteps stopped for a moment, and then disappeared in a moment.

Feng Canglan was the only one left in the hall, and she sat by the bed as if exhausted.

Originally struggling to understand the current situation, Yu Yu insisted on forcing her.

Who is it?

Who can she choose?

It was too messy, she needed to be alone, and she was too tired during this time.

I'm exhausted, I don't want to stay here any longer, I just want to leave quickly.

Inside the hall, Feng Canglan guarded Liu Cang, and outside the hall Zong Zhengyu guarded the mother and son inside.

The story of Feng Canglan falling into the Boundless Abyss and surviving was widely spread in the heavens.

As we all know, what is imprisoned under the Abyss of Limitless is the ancient ferocious beast Wuwu.

It was Fuxi who joined hands with Buddha Ji Ye to imprison him back then, which shows how fierce he is.

However, a person fell and came back unscathed. This incident blew up the entire heaven, and everyone was talking about why Feng Canglan escaped from the mouth of the beast alone.

This matter spread quickly, and it also spread to the human world.

But when the news came, Feng Canglan had been back for three or four days.

For the past three or four days, Feng Canglan and Zong Zhengyu have been in a lukewarm state, and Feng Anran, who was running this way, also sensed that something was wrong between the two of them, and had a conflict.

Glancing at the people standing outside the hall, Feng Anran lowered her voice, "Sister, what's the matter with you and your brother-in-law? It seems that something is not right these two days."

In the past, my sister and brother-in-law wanted to stick together, but these days, something is obviously wrong.

"fine."

It's okay to be quiet now, she also needs to think about how to solve this matter.

"Uh..." An Ran was speechless, since Feng Canglan didn't want to talk about it, she was too embarrassed to continue asking, so she could only change the subject, "Liu Cang has improved a lot these days, and the spider threads on his face are almost gone."

"Sister, what are your plans for the future?"

"Back to Xingyun." This was decided early on.

Most of the reason is because of the voice in my head.

Let her stay away from the heavens, away from the Galaxy Continent.

I didn't believe it at first, but when I woke up, I appeared in the Buddhist scripture pavilion from the endless abyss.

I would rather trust it to have it than to trust it to have nothing.

And... for some reason, she subconsciously felt that voice would not harm her.

Although she didn't see the owner of the voice, the voice gave her a familiar and safe feeling.

"If you want to go back to Nebula with me, you can."

"Okay!" An Ran's deer eyes lit up, "I've never been to a place other than Xinghe."

"Let's start when Liucang wakes up."

"Okay." Feng Anran agreed, and then bounced away.

"come out!"

"Let the sinner come out!"

There was a harsh sound of cursing, and Feng Canglan, who was sitting by the bed, frowned tightly, and when he got up and went out, he felt something flying towards him.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand to accept it, but just before she made her move, it suddenly became dark, and a tall body stood in front of her.

"Lan'er, are you okay?"

His voice was hoarse and soft, gentle to the bone.

When Feng Canglan raised his eyebrows, he saw a yellow viscous liquid slowly flowing down from Zong Zhengyu's shoulder, with a pungent smell.

Yes, rotten eggs?
Feng Canglan's frown deepened, and he moved his eyes to the group of people outside, and just noticed that the sky full of vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, and even leftovers were thrown over.

As soon as she raised her hand, her whole body was enveloped by a large body.

The smashed rotten eggs and leftovers all fell behind Zong Zhengyu.

Those things continued continuously, and Zong Zhengyu hugged Feng Canglan tightly like this, protecting and blocking.

The imprisoned Feng Canglan didn't show any intention of struggling, and just waited quietly.

A familiar pine fragrance penetrates into the comparison, and the embrace gives people a sense of solidity and peace of mind.

"She reopened the Demon Realm and unleashed the Demon Race, killing so many of us, it's not a pity to die!"

"I didn't expect to be alive!"

"She has caused so much suffering! She should be sentenced to death!"

A group of people stood outside the hall, throwing away the things in their hands and began to curse, "I thought she was dead, but she is still alive!"

"Let her run away last time! You must not let her run away again this time!"

"Killing the Wind Canglan!"

"kill!"

When one person made a sound, the others echoed one after another, and the voice shook the sky in unison.

Feng Canglan, who was being protected in his arms, pushed Zong Zhengyu away with one hand, and saw a cold look in his eyes, "I was wrong."

Her voice was not too loud, but it could be heard by everyone present.

The people who shouted stopped their voices in an instant, and a voice in the crowd stood out, "Wrong? Because you reopened the Demon Realm and released the Demon Race! How can it be that a single mistake can be written off for killing so many of us?" of!"

His voice was passionate, and other people rushed to echo him.

Feng Canglan chuckled, and a smile bloomed on Qingjue's face, "I was indeed wrong."

"Ten thousand years ago, the Demon Realm shouldn't have been sealed!"

(End of this chapter)