The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 891 I haven't seen you for a while, but I have grown a lot
The petals of the jacarandas fluttered down, and the garden was silent and empty.

Only the spring breeze blows and blows down a few blue-purple petals.

As night fell, the sky seemed to have been overturned with ink, and it was pitch black.

The dark clouds dissipated, and a crescent moon emerged, which was extremely bright against the backdrop of the night.

A beam of silver-white moonlight climbed into the bedroom and shone on the dressing table by the window.

window curtain

Feng Canglanxiang was dripping with sweat, her face was like a peach blossom, and she looked exhausted.

The black hair was scattered on the soft pillow, and the broken hair at the temples was wet with sweat and stuck to the cheeks, adding a bit of charm.

Qiushui's eyes were moist, and there was a blush that had not faded from the tip of the eyes.

The quilt is half slippery, and the fragrant shoulders are half exposed.

Zong Zhengyu stretched out one hand, and the three scratches on the arm with clear lines were particularly obvious.

He pinched the quilt and lifted it up, tucking the corners of the quilt.

Feng Canglan seemed to be disturbed by the unexpected, and frowned displeasedly, then burrowed into Zong Zhengyu's arms, resting his head on his chest, found a comfortable position, smacked his lips in satisfaction and continued to fall asleep.

Seeing Liu Yemei, the charming woman in his arms, staring closely, his hand tucked under the corner of the quilt froze and remained motionless, for fear of disturbing him again.

He didn't move a little until the displeasure between Feng Canglan's eyebrows dissipated and his breathing calmed down.

Withdrawing the hand that was tucking in the quilt, he pinched Feng Canglan's blue silk and wrapped it around his fingertips. He bowed his head and kissed Qingsi affectionately, with gentle eyes, "Lan'er."

"You must remember, don't mess around and put yourself in danger." His slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and a dark light flashed in his covered pupils, "Otherwise... I will really do what I say."

The hand holding Qingsi loosened, and the Qingsi wrapped around the slender fingers spread out in an instant. He lowered his head and kissed Feng Canglan's flushed cheek lightly.

"Good night."

There was no sound after the sound, and the bedroom fell into silence.

"what……"

"Who!" Feng Canglan tensed up and looked around.

The surroundings were pitch black, and she couldn't see her fingers. This abnormal situation made her highly alert.

"It hurts……"

"It hurts..."

The sound of crying and wailing came from a dark distance, Feng Canglan's hands suddenly clenched, and his eyes felt sour.

This voice...is...

"Sister... An Ran hurts so much..."

"An Ran hurts so much..."

There was a wailing sound, and a beam of white light suddenly lit up in the darkness.

Feng Canglan squinted subconsciously, and looked slowly after getting used to the glaring white light.

At the end of the darkness ahead, a beam of white light came, and in the center of the white light was an invisible figure.

"Sister, An Ran is in pain."

"An Ran hasn't gone to Nebula Continent with her sister yet, and it's okay to eat all over the world."

"Sister, An Ran doesn't want to die..."

Feng Canglan stared at the black shadow in a daze, her whole body froze in place, tears streaming down her face at some point.

"An Ran...I'm sorry for you."

"It's all my fault!" She stared at the black shadow, her tears getting more and more fierce, "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be in this catastrophe."

That person clearly wanted to kill An Ran and stimulate her to kill her, thus attracting Tianlei to kill her.

Although An Ran was not killed by her, she died because of her.

"I... I didn't protect you well."

She was distraught and burst into tears, knowing that she could only cover her face with her hands when she had no face.

She kept thinking that as long as Liu Cang was fine, she would bring An Ran back to Xingyun.

As a result, she forgot, forgot that this is a world where the strong are respected through and through.

Even if you don't provoke others, others will take the initiative to provoke you.

She obviously has a rare and heaven-defying time system spiritual root, but she only wants to go back and not practice hard.

If... if she had reached the Conferred God Realm at that time, An Ran would not have died.

"Sister... sister, I'm in so much pain..."

"Sister, save An Ran!"

The sad and miserable voice kept asking for help, Feng Canglan let go and looked up.

An Ran's bleeding face suddenly came into sight.

Her heartbeat stopped suddenly, and she opened her eyes suddenly, "An Ran!"

Zong Zhengyu was awakened by the scream, looking at Feng Canglan in his arms, his phoenix eyes were full of worry, "Lan'er, what's wrong with you?"

The sluggish Feng Canglan slowly regained consciousness when she heard the voice, she put her arms around Zong Zhengyu's narrow waist, and buried her head in his chest.

Seeing this situation, Zong Zhengyu patted the person in his arms, his voice was gentle and cautious, "What's the matter?"

It took a long time before Feng Canglan's choked up voice sounded, "I dreamed of An Ran."

"She told me it hurts, she told me she didn't want to die, she told me..."

Feng Canglan's voice choked up more and more, and finally turned into sobs.

It takes too long to practice step by step.

She stopped her sobs, looked up at Zong Zhengyu, her tearful eyes were full of seriousness, "Yu Yu, you have a way to quickly speed up your cultivation."

One more day is a torment. By the time I reach the Conferred God Realm, I don't know if a thousand years or ten thousand years have passed.

Zong Zhengyu frowned slightly, and a hoarse and magnetic voice sounded, "Cultivation requires steady progress, there is no way to speed up."

The expected answer, but still very disappointed.

She subconsciously hoped that there would be a way to reach the sky in one step.

Could it only be thousands or even tens of thousands of years later?
Can An Ran be resurrected at that time?
Even if it is possible, it is really unbearable to let the murderous beast run free for so long.

Can be biased.

There is no way, it can only be like this.

"I see."

Her voice was flat and her mood was depressed, she stared blankly up.

Immediately got up and dressed.

Can't be so slack anymore, because of her death, An Ran must reach the Conferred God Realm as soon as possible, and revive An Ran!Punish the person who killed An Ran's life.

Seeing Feng Canglan get up, Zong Zhengyu put one arm around his slender waist, and said in a low and hoarse voice with concern, "No more rest?"

"I slept late last night."

Feng Canglan pulled away Zong Zhengyu's hand tied around his waist, "No, you rest and I will practice."

Because of the nightmare, he was in a bad mood, and the mood was even worse, and his voice was flat and even perfunctory.

Zong Zhengyu couldn't stop him anymore, and watched Feng Canglan get dressed and leave.

His eyes are half down, and his phoenix eyes are deep.

In the following days, Feng Canglan focused on cultivation, Zong Zhengyu and even Liu Cang were thrown aside.

Incarnate as a cultivating madman, practicing all the time.

The green spring is passing by in the practice, and the hot summer is approaching quietly.

Feng Canglan was practicing in the garden, Zong Zhengyu and Liu Cang, one big and one small, stood by and watched.

Liu Cang tugged at Zong Zhengyu's cuff, "Mother doesn't like Liu Cang anymore?"

"Mother hasn't played with Liucang for a long time."

Zong Zhengyu shifted his gaze from Feng Canglan to Liu Cang beside him, and he smiled silently.

Not only did he not stay in Cang to play, but he also ignored him.

It seems... everyone is more important than him, and anyone is more important than him in Lan'er's heart.

His phoenix eyes were calm and soft, but beneath the calm was an uncontrollable explosion, "Let your mother practice with peace of mind, and father will take you back first."

Liu Cang glanced at the cultivators in the garden, then looked away, and agreed in a muffled voice, "Okay."

One big and one small left, only Feng Canglan was left in the garden, meditating cross-legged under the jacaranda tree.

"Ding bell~"

The wind chimes on the eaves rang softly, Feng Canglan's face turned cold, and he suddenly opened his eyes——

"I haven't seen you for a while, but I've grown a lot."

(End of this chapter)