The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1245 This breath...is really her!
This breath is...

"Hit, hit me hard!"

The ear-piercing voice sounded again, and the pink-clothed woman who was beaten fell to the ground, covering her head with both hands, completely unable to resist.

"Don't...don't hit me, I didn't."

The begging voice was extremely small under the combined fist and kick, no one could hear it at all, and even if they could hear it, they would definitely not stop because of it.

"Not me, I didn't."

The voice of the defense was painful, and as those people tried harder, the volume of the voice became weaker and weaker, "It's really not me. I didn't speak ill of Junior Sister, nor did I tarnish her reputation. I really didn't."

Her moaning voice was drowned out by the beating.

Knowing that it was useless to explain, the woman in the pink shirt didn't make another sound, she covered the back of her head with her hands and rolled over to avoid being pushed and beaten by those people.

While tumbling, Feng Canglan met the eyes of the fallen person through the gap between a group of people.

Feng Canglan's pupils trembled deeply, and there was a layer of chill in his eyes, and the chill lingered all over his body, as if he had just stepped out of a cold pool.

"beat!"

"Hit hard! Let's see if she dares to speak ill of Junior Sister in the future!"

The sound of cursing could be heard, Feng Canglan Qiushui's eyes flashed with hostility, the hands under the cuffs were clenched tightly, and the knuckles were faintly white.

It's really her!

Feng Canglan's eyes covered with ice were dark, and just as he was about to step forward to stop Zong Zhengyu, his voice suddenly sounded, "Lan'er, what are you doing standing there?"

"Let's go, Liucang is up there."

When her thoughts came back to her senses, Feng Canglan suppressed the coldness in her eyes, "This Lingtian City has not changed a bit after a thousand years, and it still blindly likes to bully the weak."

Hearing Feng Canglan's radical words, Zong Zhengyu followed with his gentle eyes, and landed on the pink figure who was beaten by a group of people on the ground and had no strength to fight back.

Just as he was about to say something, Feng Canglan's voice sounded first, "I really can't stand it anymore, a group of people bullying one person."

"I'm going to stop it."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zong Zhengyu to respond, he stepped forward, and just as he raised his foot, a cold and merciless voice sounded, "In Lingtian City, the same family is fighting each other."

"Audacious."

The cold voice came from the top of the mountain, spreading continuously, with majesty.

The group of besieging people stopped suddenly when they heard the sound, their faces were all disastrous.

"Yes……"

A trembling voice sounded, and a blue figure descended from the sky.

The blue brocade robe fluttered, and the black hair fluttered like a god descending into the world.

Landing on the ground, the blue figure stood with one hand behind his back, showing everyone a back view.

Feng Canglan withdrew his step forward and hid himself in the crowd again, only to find that all the spectators around him bowed their heads.

It seems that looking directly at the person in front of you is an offense and a great sin.

"Meet Master."

The group of people who were beaten showed fear and respectfully spoke out.

The voices of the people watching the excitement all around rang out at the same time, "Greetings, Master."

The audience is full of respect, and there is fear and fear in the respect.

The blue figure didn't respond, still facing away from the public.

The woman in the pink shirt who was beaten and lying on the ground staggered to her feet, her eyes were red as deer, but there was determination in her eyes.

She got up and patted the kicked skirt covered in shoe prints and mud, and saluted respectfully, "Greetings, Master."

The soft and glutinous voice is as sweet as a pastry, and there is a hint of coquettishness in her speech.

The blue figure with its back turned paused slightly, then turned and looked back at the speaker.

The moment he saw the woman in the pink shirt, a trace of coldness appeared on his stern face, his eyes looked up and down, and finally turned to the group of people standing side by side, "In Lingtian City, beating the same sect, the sect will deal with it."

(End of this chapter)