The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 859 As long as you are here, Lan'er will never leave
The smile froze on his face, but a moment later he smiled again.

He held Feng Canglan's cheek with both hands, and kissed affectionately.

Within a short distance, Feng Canglan suddenly turned his head, and Yunya kissed him on the face.

Aware of Feng Canglan's avoidance or even resistance, he didn't chase after her, but only smiled more gently.

"Then, I'll ask someone to arrange the arrangement immediately."

After finishing speaking, Yunya kissed Feng Canglan's cheek again, and left briskly.

Feng Canglan tilted her head to look at the leaving figure, and raised her hand to wipe the kissed cheek.

Rubbing vigorously, a mottled red mark appeared on the face.

"Ding bell~"

The wind chime was pleasant to the ear, Feng Canglan opened his eyes and took a glance, then turned and went straight to the bedroom.

Several years have passed here, but only a few days outside.

Zong Zhengyu's spiritual consciousness searched almost all over the Three Realms, but he couldn't find any trace of Feng Canglan.

There has been no news, and he has become more and more irritable, and the atmosphere is oppressive everywhere he goes.

Feng Anran hugged Liu Cang and didn't dare to make a fixed sound. After all, it was because of her that her sister disappeared.

For so many days, there has been no news.

The brother-in-law was in a hurry, and she was also in a hurry.

Ever since Feng Canglan disappeared out of thin air, Zong Zhengyu was almost sleepless.

The whole person exudes a decadent and violent atmosphere, his face is full of stubble, his phoenix eyes are bloodshot, and he has the image of a complete failure.

Hall
The atmosphere was oppressive, the air seemed to be thin, and Feng Anran didn't dare to breathe out.

"Where else?"

"Where can I go!"

The deep and magnetic voice was mixed with irritability and violence, An Ran shivered in fear as she hugged Liu Cang at the moment of scolding.

Liu Cang was obviously shocked, his small mouth pouted, his big round eyes turned red immediately, and he burst into tears.

The cry of the child was particularly loud, and Zong Zhengyu's already irritable heart was even more disturbed by the cry, and he stared back.

The little guy seemed to sense the threat from a certain murderous sight, he opened his mouth and closed it immediately, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Her black pearl-like pupils were wrapped in mist, watery, and the tip of her nose was pitifully red.

Facing those big wet eyes, seeing Feng Canglan's face, Zong Zhengyu closed his phoenix eyes and stretched out his hand sullenly.

The little guy was frightened and cried, but he didn't mind at all, and he was about to go over immediately.

An Ran sent the man over there, and saw Zong Zhengyu, who had always disliked Liu Cang, holding him tightly in his arms, as if a drowning man had grasped a life-saving straw.

Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes were scarlet, and his arms were tightly hugged, the sternness on his face was gone, replaced by a restrained smile.

Holding Xiaotuanzi in his arms, Zong Zhengyu muttered to himself in a hoarse voice, "As long as you are here, Lan'er will never leave."

"You are here, Lan'er will definitely come back."

Thinking that Zong Zhengyu finally saw Feng Anran who was staying in Cang: ...

"Father~"

"diedie~"

Xiaotuanzi's voice was milky and a little mellow, so cute.

The moment the voice sounded, Zong Zhengyu's back stiffened.

The tightly hugging hands were slowly released, looking at Xiaotuanzi's round cheeks, as if seeking approval, "Your mother will come back, right?"

"She will!"

"Just... Even if she doesn't care about me, she cares about you."

"Then... I will definitely come back."

The little guy hummed twice, and then rubbed his soft fleshy face against Zong Zhengyu's neck.

Feng Anran clearly noticed that the oppressive atmosphere in the hall dissipated a bit.

The cold wind whizzed past.

Above the clouds, a purple figure stared at the picture of a loving father and a filial son below.

There was a sneer on the gray lips, "Buddha is nothing more than that."

(End of this chapter)