The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 845 An Ran, Take Care of Liu Cang
A tragic roar came from the back, and Feng Canglan's escaping steps were like petrification, and he froze in place.

"Don't let one go!"

Following an order, An Ran's pained and shrill voice went straight into the sky, "Ah——"

Feng Canglan fell into the cold pool with his heart, and the blood flowed backwards all over his body.

She... She actually believed in An Ranna, it was just a rhetoric against her.

These people have already been harassed by the demons and lost their minds. Now they just want to find someone to vent their anger, find someone to vent their incompetent anger!
She actually believed it!Really want to leave!

"Kill Feng Anran, she is sister Feng Canglan, they are in the same group!"

Feng Anran fell to the ground and vomited blood, her face was pale but her smile was bright, "My sister didn't kill anyone."

"Those people were not killed by my sister! You don't know right from wrong! Black and white are reversed!"

"Kill me?" She lay on the ground and laughed loudly, "What's the use of killing me, a waste with no spiritual power and roots, my sister has already left!"

"You guys can't find her!"

"You guys just want to push the blame, you can't resist the demons, you want to vent on my sister."

An Ran's words undoubtedly tore away the fig leaf, and one of them had a grim expression, "If Feng Canglan hadn't reopened the Demon Realm! How could it be like this!"

"It's all her! Not only did she harm the lives of the people, but she also killed the people of Xinghe!"

"You are her sister, and you can't escape!"

"You say I'm a waste, why are you not?" Her wet deer eyes smiled ravagingly, and her clean eyes seemed to reflect their ugly appearance.

"go to hell!"

The man scolded angrily, concentrated all his spiritual energy in one palm and hit Feng Anran.

Blood flowed from the corner of Feng Anran's mouth, there was no fear at the threshold of life, no fear.

There was the usual innocent smile on her face, and what came to mind was the blunt, gentle but cautious voice under her icy face when she first met Feng Canglan.

She should have died a long time ago, if it wasn't for her sister, she would have died on the street.

After so many years of picking up in vain, I earned it.

She slowly closed her eyes, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes. Her soft and waxy voice was as innocent as it was at the beginning, "Sister, if there is another life, I still want to be your sister."

"boom--"

"Tick!"

A drop of sticky heat landed on the back of the hand, and the imagined pain did not come as expected.

An Ran's crow-like eyelashes trembled, and she was particularly fragile against the pale, soft, round face full of tears.

She slowly opened her eyelids, and her pupils trembled the moment she saw clearly.

Seeing that the elder sister who had already left came back, standing behind her, the corners of Feng Canglan's mouth kept turning red.

"Tick!"

A drop of blood dripped on An Ran's cheek, her pupils gradually opened, staring blankly at Feng Canglan who was protecting Liu Cang and her.

"Don't talk about the next life, just do it in this life."

Feng Canglan's lips were stained with blood, bright and flirtatious, forming a strong visual impact with her white face.

"Sister... what are you doing back here!"

"You are gone! Come back and do it!"

Feng Anran roared hoarsely, her round face was full of tears.

Feng Canglan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and helped An Ran up, smiling like a flower, "Come back and be your sister."

The two were hurt and supported, and the faces of the people around them became more and more ruthless.

"Kill! No one left."

Feng Canglan's blood-stained lips turned upturned, his whole body looked like a devil crawling out of Shura Hell, "I never like to be wronged by others."

"Since you say that I killed someone, then I will prove the reason."

The cold voice was soft and light, and the bloodthirsty aura flickered in the bright autumn water eyes.

With Liu Cang in her arms, her figure was as fast as lightning, and everyone fell down wherever she went.

In the blink of an eye, she returned to her original position, touched the blood splattered on her face, and turned her faint gaze to the stunned and terrified person on the other side.

"See? This is what I killed."

"Next, it's your turn~"

Her blue figure flashed away, her whole body seemed desperate, regardless of the attack ahead, she went forward bravely.

Having seen Feng Canglan go crazy, the rest of the group ran away in fear.

"what--"

A scream sounded from behind, and Feng Canglan's pupils trembled and looked back.

The person being attacked seized the opportunity to hit him, Feng Canglan staggered from the beating, ignoring the pain, he steadied his figure and followed the prestige.

I saw the person who was originally standing in the middle of the five-star execution platform, being swept back by a strange wind.

"safely!"

Feng Canglan flashed away, his figure was like a falling meteor, only an afterimage could be seen.

An Ran's whole body was swept out of the five-star execution platform, and his whole body fell straight down like a finch with broken wings.

After chasing to the five-star execution platform, Feng Canglan jumped.

The hair of the black ink blown by the rapid fall is flying, and the clothes are fluttering.

Seeing the falling An Ran, she accelerated to chase and grabbed his falling body.

The sense of weightlessness disappeared, An Ran was still in shock and looked at Feng Canglan's pale face.

"It's okay, sister will take you back."

The cold words seemed to have magic power, Feng Anran's complexion gradually turned better, her eyes became more and more red, "Sister, what are you doing back here?"

"Come back to pick you up."

"I've already called my sister, how can I not care about it." She had a deep cold voice, smiled comfortingly, and stuffed Liu Cang into An Ran's arms, "Don't talk, my sister will take you up."

She flew up like an eagle soaring into the sky.

Above the five-star execution platform, a person in a cloak hangs in the air, and under the mask, a pair of turbid pupils with inner excitement stare at the rushing figure.

Although there were some differences from the plan, the result was exactly the same.

Let's stop there.

What happened 10,000+ years ago, what happened now, everything ends here.

His hands under the cloak were slowly raised, and the immortal power was gathered in the palms.

Feng Canglan, who was flying towards the five-star execution platform, sensed a scorching and excited gaze, subconsciously raised his head, and the cloaked figure came into view impressively.

Feng Canglan's face changed slightly, and he saw the palm that gathered [-]% of his internal strength hit him.

The decision made automatically by the mind at the first moment of danger.

Her pupils were condensed, and the immortal power still fell without any intention of stopping.

Seeing the approaching attack, Feng Canglan's heart gradually sank into the cold pool.

This... is the reason why wave after wave of people came to consume her spiritual power...

Because her spiritual power is too low, her time still cannot be opened.

The flaming red blow kept approaching, and if hit, he would die on the spot.

"Anran, take care of Liucang."

Under extreme danger, Feng Canglan was unusually calm.

An Ran trembled all over, "Sister, you have to do..." Before she could say anything, she felt someone push her back hard, and she returned to the five-star execution platform.

Steady her figure and looked back, she saw Feng Canglan falling extremely fast, she was lying on the edge, roaring straight into the sky, "Sister——"

buddhist world
Zong Zhengyu's heart suddenly tightened in the Sutra Pavilion, and the fierce Kunlun was instantly choked with dead silence.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared in place.

After he left, a man in cassock slowly walked out, looked at the position where Zong Zhengyu was standing, then turned the prayer beads, bowed his head and said, "Amitabha."

"elder sister--"

The hoarse roar continued, Zong Zhengyu appeared on the five-star execution platform, looked at An Ran and shouted at the bottom of the cliff, his phoenix eyes rolled darkly, and he jumped into the cliff.

Falling extremely fast, my ears hurt from the wind and my face hurts.

Her spiritual power was exhausted, and Feng Canglan fell uncontrollably like a butterfly with broken wings.

She was really tired of this feeling of powerlessness.

Shouting and roaring came from the upload, Feng Canglan raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw a figure approaching.

Joy welled up in her heart, she stared at the blue figure with wide eyes, trying to see the face of the person clearly.

It's Yuyu! ?

As the figure approached, the cyan figure turned into white in the blink of an eye, and the gorgeous hair fluttered in the wind.

She frowned slightly, her waist was pulled by a force, and the sense of weightlessness disappeared.

"what--"

There was a scream from the side, and she followed it up and saw the figure passing by, her pupils shrank suddenly——

This is... Bai Moyi! ?
(End of this chapter)