The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 897 Fusion, with the memory of Silent Night, do you really think you are him?

"Ding bell~"

The wind chimes blown by the night wind are crisp and melodious.

Zong Zhengyu's narrowed phoenix eyes were full of understanding.

Feng Canglan looked up at Zong Zhengyu with doubts as she was still talking just now, and said, "What's wrong? You didn't speak all of a sudden?"

Feng Canglan's questioning voice sounded, and Zong Zhengyu regained his senses in an instant. He looked back at the dark sky outside and turned to look at the person in front of him. The magnetic voice was very gentle, "It's nothing."

After finishing the words, he said again, "I'm leaving tomorrow, get some rest early."

"Yeah." Feng Canglan nodded without doubting him.

Zong Zhengyu hugged Feng Canglan's slender waist and walked into the hall. After two steps, his dark pupils turned slightly, and he calmly watched the night outside.

At midnight, the full moon is bright, the only light in the dark night.

The silver-white moonlight spilled into the bedroom through the wooden windows, and the originally dark palace was faintly lit.

A shadow on the ground moved slightly and slowly stood up without making a sound.

The person who was originally on the bed stood beside the bed, and his shadow was stretched by the moonlight. He looked at the sleeping person on the bed, lifted the quilt with his slender and powerful hands, and bent over the sleeping person's face. A kiss.

Then he turned around and disappeared into the hall.

The summer night is not quiet, and the cicadas are constantly singing.

Zong Zhengyu came out of the bedroom, walked through the corridor, walked through the garden, and finally stopped in a place where the moonlight could not shine.

He stood with his hands behind his back, and his figure was tall and straight. Even if he didn't speak, just standing there would give people a sense of suffocation and oppression, exuding coercion invisible.

"Waiting for me to find you?" The magnetic voice was quiet, without any emotional ups and downs.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared on the roof not far away.

The full moon hangs behind him, and his hair is blown by the night wind, and he can't see his face clearly, only a black shadow can be seen.

The two are one high and one low, and their eyes are facing each other.

Even though Zong Zhengyu stood at a low place, he didn't seem to be at a disadvantage in the slightest.

"Zong Zhengyu."

The three cool words came through the night wind, Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes were cold, his hands were clenched unconsciously, and he stared deeply at the person on the roof.

"You really think of yourself as Silent Night?"

There was another sound, Zong Zhengyu clenched his hands hard, his knuckles were faintly white, and his phoenix eyes focused silently.

"You dare to agree to even go to the Lingrui Dragon Clan, do you really think you are only lonely night?" The cold voice was cold, but it was originally Xia Ye's surroundings, but it was cold.

"Merge, have the memory of Silent Night, do you really think you are him?"

"The dragon clan is a bloodline passed down from ancient times, and is naturally warlike. How dare you promise Lanlan to go to the dragon clan to get the treasure!"

His voice became colder and colder, as if coming from the cold pool of the abyss, "Longjun Nilin, can you get it now?"

"Even if you get it by force, are you going to be an enemy of the Dragon Clan and the Lingrui Clan?"

"And then you took Lan Lan to avoid the pursuit of the Lingrui group? Escape forever?" His long and narrow fox eyes were full of coldness, "You have the memory of Silent Night, so you don't know the function of Ni Lin."

Zong Zhengyu slowly loosened his hands with white knuckles, "I'm Zong Zhengyu, and I'm also Ji Ye, why do you think it's him who said it?"

"I am him, he is me, we are one."

"Dangtang Tiandi came in the middle of the night just to talk about this matter?"

"It's one body?" Shi Yu seemed to have heard some big joke, and smiled coldly, "The highest state of self-deception."

(End of this chapter)