The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1138 The most direct way to get rid of the demons is to kill her
As the saying goes, everyone must tie the bell to untie the bell.

Zong Zhengyu's demonic barrier was born because of her, and will eventually be destroyed because of her.

The most simple, direct and effective way to get rid of the demons is to kill Zong Zhengyu.

Kill her with his own hands, get rid of the demons in his heart, and get rid of the demon barriers, only then can he walk out of the road of no return.

Let Zong Zhengyu kill her with his own hands, how cruel.

At first she wavered at this approach, but in the end she chose a more gentle one.

Unfortunately, this opportunity was not given at all.

"I see." She closed her eyes and said in a deep voice, "Don't let anyone know about this except you and me."

"clear."

Fuxi responded, Feng Canglan turned around and looked for the direction Feng Xichao left.

Whether it's for Zong Zhengyu, for Liucang, or for herself.

Stop it all!

"Liu Cang."

"Liu Cang!"

After walking all the way, calling all the way, the surrounding area was empty and there was no trace of him at all.

Her hand hanging by her side moved slightly, and just as she was about to track it with a spell, she was hit by a stone on the shoulder.

The divine power gathered in her palm dissipated in an instant, she turned around and looked towards the place where the stone was thrown, and saw Liu Cang standing in the vast white sea of ​​flowers.

Fifteen or sixteen years old, he was still a teenager, his phoenix eyes were sharp at first sight, but they were icy cold inside.

"Are you really because he is nice to me?"

Feng Xichao had a unilateral conflict and directly called Zong Zhengyu him.

Feng Canglan shook his head, "No."

"really?"

"Really." Liu Cang is her child, how could he be nice to him because of other people.

After getting an accurate answer, Feng Xichao's eyes that were fished out of the ice water lost some coldness, and her contoured face was a bit sharp, but because it was too young, it still had a bit of a youthful air.

"I guessed it from the beginning."

His slightly indifferent boyish voice was a little arrogant, "He will treat you like a mother."

"I also made a mistake the first time we met. You really look like my mother sometimes."

"When he dragged you to find him, he replied rationally that you are not my mother."

"But...the way he looks at you is looking at your mother."

"I can't see it wrong." The one who kept saying no was also looking at mother through her.

He clearly knew it wasn't, but facing that exact same face, it was easy for him to lose sight of reality.

I also know that his indulging in memories is not some kind of self-impression, let alone cowardice, but just an inability to face this motherless world.

In my memory, I can see my mother.

Even if you know it's false, you know it's an illusion, but you're happy with it.

Like a person who drinks poison to quench his thirst.

Knowing that he is no longer there, recalling the past little by little, uncovering the scars over and over again to reveal the wounds below.

They were all blaming each other, blaming the other for their mother's death.

He believed that Zong Zhengyu did nothing in the face of the persecution of the Three Realms, and even lost his memory after watching his mother die.

On the other hand, Zong Zhengyu believed that the mother had to sacrifice her body and spirit because she wanted to take Shengtong to heal him.

In the final analysis, both of them are god sacrifices who cannot face their mother directly.

Suddenly, someone so similar, even with the same name, appeared.

He even suspected that his mother was back.

However, the soul of the god of sacrifice dissipates, does not enter reincarnation, and cannot be reborn forever.

She is absent but still present, in every corner of the Three Realms.

Feng Canglan's expression moved slightly, and she could feel that Zong Zhengyu completely regarded her as Feng Canglan.

"You are fine, but you are not my mother after all."

What this sentence means is self-evident.

"You are really good." Feng Xichao walked out, walked to Feng Canglan's side and said, "But my mother is even better."

After all, he left directly.

Feng Canglan turned around, and now in the vast sea of ​​white flowers, watching the figure disappear little by little, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth, "It's not white..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, she glanced back from the corner of her eye, her eyes were cold——

(End of this chapter)