The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 950 Lan'er, open your eyes and watch
With the most gentle voice, heaven and earth.

The terrifying desire for control and possessiveness in the eyes made one's scalp tingle and shudder.

"Yuyu, it hurts a little."

Being strangled in pain, Feng Canglan reminded in a low voice, Zong Zhengyu hurriedly let go.

Looking at Feng Canglan again, the madness in his eyes disappeared, and the shuddering desire for monopoly also disappeared.

Those narrow, long and deep Ruifeng eyes looked at Feng Canglan with affection, only affectionate love.

"Sorry, I couldn't control it for a while."

His voice is very soft, giving people a feeling of spring breeze blowing on the face and refreshing.

Feng Canglan shook his head, "It's fine."

"That's right." Thinking of things, she looked up at Zong Zhengyu and said seriously, "Where is Liu Cang? Where did you say you sent Liu Cang?"

"I was worried about An Ran when I came back this time, and I didn't see Liu Cang."

"If there is nothing wrong with An Ran in two more days, we will go back to Xingyun."

Her spiritual power has been unable to increase now, and it will take some time for Ni Lin to form the inner alchemy, and if Yan Yun finds her, she may not be able to resist.

Going to Nebula is currently the most appropriate way.

Not to escape, but to wait for the opportunity.

By the way, let's see what's going on with her body.

Why does the spiritual power leak when it reaches a certain level, or even regress.

If it has not been resolved, her spiritual power will never be high enough.

If it were different from usual, I would not be attached to this matter.

But I have experienced the things of this period of time, especially the things of Hachibara Island.

She deeply understands that she still needs to have absolute strength.

This feeling of not being able to go up is simply annoying!

The spiritual root of the time system should not be so stretched, and the spiritual power cannot reach its peak.

Then she has heaven-defying spiritual roots but no spiritual support and cannot use it, it is simply tasteless.

"Okay, I'll bring An Ran back tomorrow."

Zong Zhengyu's voice is soft, he is simply a good husband.

Sensing this trace of weirdness, Feng Canglan glanced subconsciously.

Seeing that Zong Zhengyu still had that gentle and smiling face, he frowned and let it go.

That night.

The winter night is a bit cooler than the day, and a full moon climbs over the treetops.

The stars and the full moon echo each other, bringing light to the dark night.

Because Zong Zhengyu complained that he had been in Anran's bedroom for the past few days, Feng Canglan didn't go tonight, and after discussing with Zong Zhengyu, he went back to his bedroom.

The silver-white moonlight spilled into the palace through the window, Feng Canglan finished combing her long hair, put down the wooden comb and walked towards the bed.

Zong Zhengyu sat on the outside, his black hair draped over his shoulders, and he read the books in his hands seriously.

Feng Canglan also took a drawing book from the side, climbed inside and read it carefully.

The two sat side by side, the flames blew by the night wind danced, and the room was flickering.

Zong Zhengyu put down the book in his hand, raised his hand and took the book away from Feng Canglan's hand.

While reading it vigorously, someone suddenly took the book away, Feng Canglan rushed over to force her, "Give me Yu Yu quickly, I am reading it vigorously."

She pressed Zong Zhengyu with both hands and feet and took the book over, and immediately sat back and continued to read.

Zongzheng Yumo, who was thrown onto the bed, spread out, and the lining was cut to the sides, revealing the collarbone and strong chest.

Looking slightly sideways, seeing Feng Canglan fascinated by watching, Zong Zhengyu slowly sat up and moved closer, "What are you looking at, you are so obsessed."

"Dog blood novel."

Feng Canglan replied subconsciously, but Zong Zhengyu obviously didn't understand, "Huh?"

"It's just a drawing book!"

As she spoke, she pressed the drawing book heavily on the bed, "It's really annoying."

"What kind of scumbag and scumbag is this!"

With blood surging, Feng Canglan couldn't help complaining, "Which sand sculpture author wrote it."

"The hero Jun Tingxuan is a scumbag!"

"In what age, there is such a scumbag male lead!"

"The heroine Su Qingci is also poisonous!"

"It's okay to be regarded as Bai Yueguang's substitute for her dead cousin Fengxi, but she hasn't fought back after being abused!"

"I just turned directly to the ending, and it's still HE!"

"This picture book is written to irritate people!"

Looking at Feng Canglan with furious eyebrows, he blushed because of a story in the painting book and shook his head helplessly.

His eyes fell on the picture book that was thrown on the bed, Zong Zhengyu picked it up, and saw the four big characters on the cover, "I love you alone?"

His tone was weird, his gaze shifted from the title of the book to Feng Canglan's face, "Is Lan'er implying something about her husband?"

"No! I'm about to die of anger!"

"The heroine is also an idiot, she doesn't care about other things when she becomes the hero Bai Yueguang's stand-in, but if I mention it, the Feng family will not die."

"Okay, it's just the drawing book, don't be angry." Zong Zhengyu put the drawing book aside and comforted him with a gentle voice, Feng Canglan let out a foul breath, "It's a pity for the Feng family."

"The men who defended the country were killed in battle, and the women were sacrificed because of fighting in court when they went to battle."

"I quite like the white moonlight and the wind." In the whole world of men and women, they put on armor and go into battle to defend their home and country from foreign enemies.

Unfortunately, there was no good result.

"Okay, it's getting late and it's time to go to bed early." He said and pulled the quilt to cover Feng Canglan, and then lay down slowly.

The bedroom was quiet, only the howling of the cold wind outside.

The room lit by flickering candles was flickering, Zong Zhengyu turned sideways to face Feng Canglan, and the morbid madness hidden in the outstretched gradually emerged.

A hand with strong knuckles rested on the corner of Feng Canglan's lips, and when she noticed something strange, she suddenly opened her eyes, and a pair of extremely black pupils broke into her sight.

As soon as he was about to speak, his mouth was gagged.

"Yuyu?"

"Aren't you going to pick up Liucang tomorrow? Go to bed earlier." A thin voice escaped from the corner of her mouth, and she pulled Zong Zhengyu's hand away from her waist.

But no matter how you pull it, the hand remains motionless, showing no intention of leaving at all.

The cold winter is already cold, the moment Zong Zhengyu's icy hands were pressed against his waist, Feng Canglan shrank from the cold.

The thin lips of Zong Zhengyu, who kissed softly, moved to Feng Canglan's ear, and his deep and magnetic voice had a different flavor that was hard to suppress, "It's okay."

"Don't delay tomorrow's affairs."

After all, the hand under the quilt continued, asking for kisses.

Unlike the gentleness shown just now, the eager kiss almost covered Feng Canglan's entire face.

Eyes, nose, corners of lips, neck and even collarbone.

Crazy, as if he wanted to put his own logo on Feng Canglan.

Feng Canglan went from resisting at the beginning to letting things take its course later on, half-squinting her emotional brows and eyes.

Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes, who noticed this, were pitch black, like a drop of thick ink that couldn't be melted away, giving people a sense of oppression and suffocation.

Lifting his slender and strong fingers slightly, the surrounding scene changed drastically in an instant.

Aware of this, Feng Canglan clung to Zong Zhengyu's shoulders with both hands, and noticed the situation ahead from the corner of his eye during the activity, and a trace of astonishment flashed in Qiu Shui's eyes.

Behind Zong Zhengyu, the huge bronze mirror completely reflected the movements of the two figures, and that scene had a great visual impact.

She blushed a bit on her cheeks, and turned her head to avoid looking at the scene, only to find that there were bronze mirrors in all directions, and they were full of her and Zong Zhengyu's figures.

Zong Zhengyu, what kind of perverted habit is this!
Let her watch herself! ?
The picture impacted the retina, and also impacted her shame.

Feng Canglan bit her lips and closed her eyes, not looking at the unsightly scene, when a demonic voice sounded in her ears, "Lan'er, open your eyes and watch."

(End of this chapter)