The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 867 Ling'er, do you think you can threaten your teacher with yourself?

The same is true for Zong Zhengyu, the moment he looked over, blood flowed backwards all over his body.

Two panicked voices suddenly sounded, "Ling'er!"

"Lan'er!"

Shi Yu, who had been watching here from a distance outside the hall, felt like falling into an ice cellar the moment he saw Qing Feng Canglan's movements.

The flustered look in the fox's eyes flickered, and an unprecedented fear surged up.

Every cell in the body is clamoring, tense and vigilant.

Feng Canglan was dressed in a crimson wedding dress, holding a dagger across her slender neck, her almond eyes were cold, as if covered with a layer of frost.

The cold wind howled outside the hall, and the wind and blue waves were slightly raised. The heavy snow and the festive atmosphere formed a strong visual tension.

"Ling'er... you... put it down!"

Yunya's silver-white eyelashes trembled slightly, Qinglie's voice was hoarse, "Ling'er, don't mess around, don't..."

"Lan'er! Put it down!"

Zong Zhengyu's magnetic voice was unusually quiet, and the voice was mixed with orders, which could not be doubted.

Feng Canglan still didn't move, Yunya's lavender pupils climbed into red bloodshot eyes, and she withdrew her hand as if fleeing, "Ling'er, I won't kill Zong Zhengyu anymore."

"I won't kill Zong Zhengyu anymore!"

"Put it down, don't mess around!"

His hoarse voice trembled wildly, but he was cautious, for fear that Feng Canglan would move his hand on impulse.

Although this is a space, it is indeed a real existence.

Everything in the space is real, if she dies in the space, it is really a death.

"Let Zong Zhengyu leave the space."

Feng Canglan's voice was colder than the howling wind outside, making one feel like falling into an ice cellar.

Yunya's red peach eyes froze, and the gaze she stared at Feng Canglan went from panic and fear to a low self-deprecating smile, and finally she smiled brightly, "Ling'er, you really can do anything for Zong Zhengyu!"

"For him! You actually threatened me with yourself!"

Immediately, the smile on his face disappeared, leaving only cold and calm, but the hoarse voice revealed his mood at this moment, "Do you think you can threaten me with yourself?"

He stared at Feng Canglan sharply, the two looked at each other, and the surroundings were silent.

Only the sound of the wind howling past.

After a long time, Yunya collapsed and grinned ferociously, her trembling laughter suppressed her madness, "Ling'er, you are really threatening."

"You." His gaze became gentle and doting, "It's because I love you as a teacher, and I don't want to let you get hurt."

"That's all, my teacher is your master, so I should pamper you."

"It's not impossible to let Zong Zhengyu leave me."

Yunya paused intentionally when she said this, Feng Canglan turned her cold eyes, and seeing her move like this, Yunya continued, "But you have to be my teacher, after the last obeisance."

"It will let him leave the space."

"No!" Zong Zhengyu interrupted with a stern reprimand, his eyes were like hooks, pitch black, "absolutely not!"

Regarding Zong Zhengyu's stop, Yunya seemed to have never heard of it, and focused her eyes on Feng Canglan, "Ling'er, what do you think?"

"Yunya!" Zong Zhengyu sternly reprimanded, his body full of evil spirits raging, his eyes turned to Feng Canglan, "Lan'er, don't listen to him."

"Even in space, the loser may not be me!"

After this sound, everything was silent, and the world seemed to press the still button.

Time passed in silence, Yunya stared at Feng Canglan without worry, waiting for her reply.

"Okay."

A delicate and brisk voice broke the calm, and the frost on Feng Canglan's face turned into a bright smile, "I promise you, let's complete the last prayer."

As she said that, she came to the center by herself, ready to complete the last prostration.

"Lan'er! No way!"

Zong Zhengyu burst out, Ruifeng's eyes were scarlet.

The dagger resting on Feng Canglan's neck approached, and a dazzling bloodstain appeared on the white neck, "If you step forward again, I will kill myself!"

"Lan'er!" Zong Zhengyu suppressed his violence, his veins all over his body bursting out, "What are you doing!"

"I can take you out!"

"Even here, I won't necessarily lose to Yunya!" He roared in a low voice, trembling uncontrollably, he didn't know whether it was from fright or anger.

"No..." Feng Canglan's red lips trembled slightly, a tear flowed from the corner of his eye, and fell on the back of the hand holding the dagger.

It even dripped on the tip of Zong Zhengyu's heart.

"Don't lie to me."

"Here, no one can defeat Yunya."

In the space, Yunya is the ruler of all things, the creator.

Yu Yu is here, completely suppressed by Yun Ya.

"Even if there is still a chance to fight, it is inevitable that both sides will suffer."

She choked up, tears filled her eyes, "I... don't want you to be in danger, I don't want you to be in danger."

"You... you shouldn't have come."

"Go back, Liucang is still young, and he needs to be taken care of by his relatives."

"We can't both be here."

The more she talked, the more her voice became hoarse, sobbing almost covered her voice, "Yuyu, forget about me."

"Just as if you never knew each other."

"Feng! Cang! Lan!" Zong Zhengyu roared hoarsely, Feng Canglan turned his eyes away and stopped looking, a tear came out of his eyes, and fell down, "Even if I am, I am sorry for you."

After speaking, she turned her back to Zong Zhengyu and stopped looking.

The wind blew harder, as if weeping for the two of them.

Yunya stared at the two with peach blossom eyes, gradually clenched her slender jade hands, and focused her eyes on Feng Canglan who was standing ready for the last bow. His eyes passed by Zong Zhengyu and walked towards the center, completing the last bow that the two of them were still short of.

"Husband and wife greet each other—"

Yunya Qinglie's voice was long and drawn out, as if deliberately elongating her voice.

Feng Canglan bowed his head and was about to bow down, Zong Zhengyu's heart sank rapidly, his tinnitus was dizzy, and his mind went blank.

"no!"

"Lan'er! No way!"

He rushed over in an instant, Feng Canglan's dagger across his neck went deeper, forcing Zong Zhengyu, who was running to stop him, to stop, "Lan'er—"

Li roared and trembled uncontrollably, "You...you let me go!"

"Why am I leaving alone!"

"Take care of Liu Cang and let him grow up safely." The cold voice was full of determination, and her gaze was fixed on Zong Zhengyu, "Liu Cang can't live without mother and father."

Her gaze returned to Yunya, her almond eyes were covered by a layer of mist, but her eyes were hazy but it didn't affect her at all, "Yunya."

"You'd better keep your word."

Yunya glanced at Zong Zhengyu, who was incomprehensibly angry and sad, but helpless, and responded with a chuckle, "Of course, as a teacher, I never lie to Ling'er."

Silver-white eyelashes fluttered down slightly, Yun Ya bowed down to Feng Canglan.

Time seems to slow down, and the heavy snow seems to be able to see the trajectory slowly falling.

The eyes outside the hall passed through the snow curtain, watching the scarlet figure holding a dagger.

Zongzheng Yurui's phoenix eyes seemed to be weeping blood, his facial features were tense, he stared at Feng Canglan with a pale face, and said in a weak voice full of despair, "Lan'er..."

Yunya raised her hand when she heard the sound, just in time to meet Feng Canglan's eyes, she tilted her head slightly, and smiled brightly.

"brush……"

(End of this chapter)