The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1213 Lan'er, You Are Unlucky

"Yes!"

Feng Canglan's eyes were full of anger, and he responded directly.

Zong Zhengyu kept tightening his grip on Feng Canglan's arm, his phoenix eyes flickered with evil spirit, and there was a bloodless trace looming between his brows.

The hand that was constantly exerting force suddenly let go, and he turned his back to Feng Canglan, his voice trembling with suppressed emotions, "I am the one who made the mistake."

Otherwise, how could Feng Canglan still not be able to let go despite being assassinated again and again.

"I really can't tell." Feng Canglan looked directly at his back, his eyes were burning with tears, and his cold and heartless voice spoke clearly, "I wish we never met."

In this way, she can kill Zong Zhengyu without any emotion!
Will not rack their brains to avoid fate!

You say it's ridiculous, but she can change the fate of anyone in the three realms.

Only Zong Zhengyu, no!

thump——

Zong Zhengyu's back was stiff, his hands were constantly clenched, and the evil energy around him was completely enveloped by black energy.

After a while, the black air dissipated, and Zong Zhengyu looked back quietly.

His black hair rose without wind, his dark red brocade robe was shaking, his eyebrows were bright red, his eyes were dark and seductive, gleaming with killing and bloodthirsty.

"Unfortunately, we met."

With tears in her eyes, Feng Canglan's pupils froze, and the anger that Zong Zhengyu had teased and teased was extinguished by the state of demon transformation, and she stared in a daze, speechless.

Returning to his senses, Feng Canglan slapped his face with a slap, and red marks of five fingers appeared in a moment.

She knew that she did those things for Bao Zong Zhengyu, but Zong Zhengyu didn't know!
From Zong Zhengyu's vision, she was the one who wanted to kill him again and again.

Knowing that Zong Zhengyu is turning into a demon, what can he do with his tongue!
And you can't tell the truth to Yu Yu, and change the disappearance of historical figures.

She dared not and could not face such a situation.

"Yuyu..." Knowing that she said something wrong, she wanted to find a way to make it up.

Before she finished speaking, Zong Zhengyu's gaze was fixed on the slapped cheeks, and the brows were bloody and strangely red, making people creepy, "Lan'er, you are really unfortunate."

After the words fell, Zong Zhengyu's figure disappeared from the palace.

Feng Canglan chased him out, and was restrained by the soul-locking chain on his ankle after just two steps.

She was forced to stop, looking at the empty outside, another slap came down.

What can you do at this time!
Yuyu Huamo, the most important thing now is to find a way, think of an idea!
Otherwise... Yu Yu will be sanctioned by Heaven sooner or later.

But there is really no other way.

All the swords of the gods can't hurt him at all, and the only way is useless.

The more you think about it, the more anxious you become, and the more anxious you become, the more regretful you become.

Feng Canglan sat on the ground with dry eyes, "There is no misfortune."

"Meeting you is my greatest luck."

She... Really, really can't watch Yu Yu being sanctioned by heaven.

I couldn't tell him what happened, and watched him disappear.

But... there is really no other way, the demon god is not within the Three Realms, and is not controlled by the laws of the heavens, endangering the laws of the heavens.

Unless one of the two parties is destroyed and falls, the law of nature will never die.

Feng Canglan covered her face with her hands and remained silent.

In the palace, Feng Canglan, who was restrained by the soul chain, crouched in a corner.

Suddenly, the surroundings were extremely silent, without a single sound.

Quiet and weird, quiet scalp tingling.

"Bang."

"Bang bang."

The sound of the chains colliding sounded, and Feng Canglan, who was squatting on the ground, straightened his back and stood erect in the palace.

She stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the unpredictable clouds outside the hall, a bright smile suddenly appeared on her calm face, as bright as a summer flower, dazzling.

Vermilion lips moved slightly, and murmured, "I seem to understand why the mirror predicts the collapse of the heavens."

(End of this chapter)