The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1200 Run!Zong Zhengyu has turned into a demon——

Zong Zhengyu's golden and white brocade robe was stained with blood, and the mottled blood stained the brocade robe, like blooming flowers from the other side.

Gorgeous and treacherous, the beauty makes people shudder.

He lifted one hand out of the air, on his knuckle fingers, the red mucus condensed into drops, which fell to the ground drop by drop.

Feng Canglan's pupils shrunk deeply, her breathing stagnated, and she felt her hair stand on end.

She couldn't remember how long ago she had seen Zong Zhengyu like this.

"This period of time is still not enough."

A quiet and magnetic voice sounded, and Zong Zhengyu casually conjured up a white brocade handkerchief to wipe the blood on his fingertips.

Slow, elegant and expensive.

But it makes people's scalp numb.

"what……"

The hoarse trembling seemed to be responding, Zong Zhengyu didn't seem to hear it, and concentrated on wiping the blood on his hands, without a trace of emotion on his face.

The person bound in mid-air by the soul-lock chain struggled desperately, but unfortunately, his strength was negligible, and in the end it only made the chain shake in a small arc.

The blood on the body snaked down along the chains, and the whole floor lingered with a strong bloody smell, a living purgatory.

No matter how you look at it, you won't guess that this is in the upper realm.

"what!"

"what--"

The disfigured man roared in a hoarse voice, trying his best but he could only choke softly.

After Zong Zhengyu wiped off the blood, he opened his eyes and looked at the blood man bound by chains in mid-air.

Standing with his hands behind his back, his face is gentle and gentle.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like the culprit who turned the disfigured person into such a appearance.

Appreciating the despair and resentment of the disfigured person, Zong Zhengyu's thin lips curled up, forming a perfect arc.

Gentle smile, approachable, without any sense of distance.

"This is just the beginning, don't worry."

He spoke slowly and softly, narrowed his eyes and disappeared into the Immortal Prison Tower.

The disfigured man let out a stern and angry roar, which echoed on the top floor of the Immortal Prison Tower.

No one responded.

The aftermath disappeared, and there was an eerie silence.

Feng Canglan trembled and his pupils moved slightly, recovering from the shock.

Even though Zong Zhengyu had left, his whole body was still cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Yuyu... what is he doing?
The focus fell on the disfigured person who became a blood man, and her heart sank rapidly.

This... really is the long-awaited arrival of the Demon Lord, and it has become like this.

Couldn't believe it, totally unrecognizable.

Suppressing the trembling in her heart, she stepped forward, and her illusory body became real.

Standing at the bottom, she looked up at the person who was dripping blood in the air, and asked in a cold voice with uncertainty, "Is it the Demon Lord that you wanted to tell me last time?"

Feng Canglan's voice sounded, and the bound blood man froze, then struggled with all his strength, his hoarse voice was like a broken bellows, and he could only shout "ah".

Even if you can't see the emotions on your face or speak, you can still feel the excitement from your body movements.

"what……"

Urgent ah, no words.

Feng Canglan glanced solemnly at the soul lock nail in his shoulder blade, his eyes darkened, and he waved his hand.

The soul lock nails on the blood man's shoulder blades dissipated in smoke.

She talked lightly with her fingers, the soul lock chain opened with a "bang bang", and the dangling blood man fell to the ground with a bang.

"What do you mean by the demon king you wrote earlier?"

No matter how I think about it, it's hard to believe that the person in front of me is Su Lin.

The person who fell on the ground shook, and the magic power of confinement without the soul-locking nail recovered a little bit. Although he was speechless and unable to speak, he could make a sound with the support of the magic energy, "Run!"

The hoarse and trembling voice was full of fear, "Zong Zhengyu has turned into a demon—"

(End of this chapter)