The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 993 Lan'er... hold on, don't sleep
"It must be that the divine power is not enough! Just cross again!"

"Just cross over again!"

He retorted in a low voice, not knowing whether he was comforting Feng Canglan or comforting himself.

Feng Canglan wanted to stop it, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't make a sound, everything he saw gradually turned blood red, and there was a trance and tinnitus in his ears.

Blood oozes from the original mouth, and gradually begins to bleed from the seven holes.

Shi Yu, who was suspended in the air, saw the blood flowing backwards all over his body, and fell from mid-air as if he lost his strength.

Landing in the sea of ​​flowers, he crawled towards Feng Canglan with his legs together, without the slightest appearance of the divine authority and solemnity of the emperor of heaven.

The crown on the head was tilted on one side, and the sickly pale face was full of fear and fear.

"Lan Lan..."

"Lan Lan!" His gloomy voice trembled and crawled.

Feng Moyi, who was seriously injured and lying in the sea of ​​flowers, saw that the Heavenly Emperor, who was high above and the pinnacle of power, was like a downcast bereaved dog, and his eyes became more and more ferocious.

Looking at the crawling figure, he laughed wildly, "Hahaha!"

"Feng Canglan is going to die!"

"Emperor of Heaven! The only one who can accompany you to the end is me!"

"I am the Emperor Ji of the Feng Clan, Feng Canglan is just a lowly human race, how can I not compare to her! Why are you insulting me like this!"

She laughed wildly, and the blood in her mouth became more urgent, "She is just an insignificant person in your human world!"

"I am the one who is destined to be with you forever!"

"Hahaha! I am!"

Shi Yu ignored the maniacal laugh behind him, and crawled to the side of Feng Canglan with hands and feet, and was just about to get close when Zong Zhengyu slapped him flying.

Zong Zhengyu withdrew his hand and continued to inject divine power, "Why not!"

"Or not!"

Zong Zhengyu's almost crazy voice sounded in his ears, and Feng Canglan leaned against his chest weakly.

At this moment, her eyes were covered with blood, and she could only see a layer of blood red, and she couldn't even see Zong Zhengyu's face.

Listening to the chaotic heartbeat, Feng Canglan was unusually quiet.

The mouth cannot speak, the eyes cannot see, only the ears can hear a little sound.

In the end, there was no time to even say goodbye.

She has always cherished her life and valued her life more than anything else.

But once again conditioned reflex blocked it.

No regrets, only regrets.

She and Yu Yu finally got to where they are today, and after going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, they finally got better.

But at this juncture they were separated forever.

She is not reconciled!
He was clearly right in front of his eyes, but he made such a big joke with her.

"Lan Lan..."

Shi Yu, who was knocked flying, crawled over again, this time he did not approach Feng Canglan but stopped at a certain distance, he begged with red eyes, "Zong Zhengyu, do you have enough divine power? Not enough for me."

"roll!"

Zong Zhengyu scolded, and from the corner of his eye, the person in his arms was bleeding from seven orifices and went into cardiac arrest.

At that moment, his whole body seemed to be frozen.

His divine power-infused hand turned to support Feng Canglanxue's cheeks, his voice was soft and tender, trying to suppress the trembling, "Lan'er... hold on, don't sleep."

Zong Zhengyu's voice reached Feng Canglan's ears like a mosquito moaning, and he couldn't hear what he said clearly, but the touch on his face was very clear.

He rubbed his cheek against the palm of his hand, silently comforting him.

She could clearly feel that her body temperature was losing, her consciousness began to lose consciousness, and she could no longer concentrate.

The eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, as if I haven't slept for a long time, and I am very sleepy.

I'm so sleepy, go to sleep.

"Lan..."

It was the last word heard before consciousness dissipated.

Looking at the breathless person in his arms, Zong Zhengyu's eyes were scarlet, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The blood-stained thin lips trembled and parted slightly, but he did not make a sound for a long time, choked in his throat, unable to move up or down, "Lan'er—"

(End of this chapter)