The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1408 Do something against me?
"roll!"

"Get out of here! She pointed directly at the door, her wide-eyed eyes rolling with monstrous anger.

Ji Ye's sword eyebrows were slightly pressed, and under the crow feather-like eyelashes, a dark light flashed in the phoenix eyes.

"roll--"

Feng Canglan let out a roar, and Ji Ye's fingertips trembled subconsciously.

No original heartache, and flustered.

His deep eyes gradually focused, and the color in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

He couldn't understand this strange feeling, and he didn't like the panic and fear that arose in his heart.

Ji Ye went back to being a god and a Buddha before he was a demon god, and neither of these two identities can contact him, and he has never been in contact with love.

Now that he is awake, he can't empathize with his paranoid love and crazy obsession in his memory.

Those memories belong to him, but they cannot be empathized with or substituted into.

Like a bystander, watching other people's affairs.

But the heart is honest, the paranoia of once loved is deep and unforgettable.

Therefore, he will feel flustered when facing the other party's indifference, and crying in the face of Feng Canglan will cause him incomprehensible throbbing pain.

The unprecedented feeling made him novelty, more disliked.

That feeling of being out of control, out of control.

The two looked at each other, and the bamboo house was silent.

Ji Ye's dark eyes dimmed a little bit, and the doubt and desire to find out in his pupils were gradually replaced by killing.

A strange feeling told him that this person would be a variable.

Uncontrollable variables.

When encountering something out of control, the first thing to do is to strangle it!

In an instant, Ji Yerui's phoenix eyes overflowed with evil spirit, turning into black smoke and flashing away, grabbing Feng Canglan's neck.

Feng Canglan's pupils shrank slightly, and the attack with devilish energy on her neck gradually eroded her body.

Black smoke demonic energy lingered around the hand holding his neck, he lifted it up violently, forcing Feng Canglan to look directly, "Do something against me?"

"Is your understanding of your situation wrong?"

Feng Canglan's eyes were sharp and cold, staring at Ji Ye without saying a word.

Facing Feng Canglan's gaze, Ji Ye's heart twitched, and a trace of cruelty flashed in Feng Canglan's eyes.

The force in the hand wanted to result in such a wild change, and the moment the hand started, the whole arm stiffened, as if he had lost consciousness.

Muscle memory does not allow him to do damage, every cell in his body is preventing him from doing it.

The feeling of being uncontrollable doubled, and Ji Ye's eyes became more and more gloomy.

The hand pinching Feng Canglan's neck couldn't go on, he pushed suddenly.

The demonic energy on her neck dissipated, Feng Canglan staggered back two steps after being pushed, and subconsciously covered the place where she was pinched just now.

Even if you have accepted it, you can actually experience it.

The pain is still unacceptable, and my heart is like being torn apart by life.

The eye sockets couldn't help turning red, silently stained with mist.

In order not to let Ji Ye see, she bowed her head the whole time.

But even so, Ji Ye still had a panoramic view of the scene of tears in the red eyes.

Tears rolled down and dripped on the ground, but it seemed to fall on Ji Ye's heart, making him tremble all over.

The whole body is tense, and the slender and strong fingers are stiff.

Distressed, flustered, seeing her crying, there was an urge to wrap her arms in her arms to comfort her softly.

The stiff arm was lifted up by accident, halfway through the lift, and the reaction came back instantly. Thinking of the actions just now, his face was gloomy, and his whole body was filled with hostility.

"Out of control."

After leaving four words, Ji Ye waved his sleeves and left.

Feng Canglan's pupils turned slightly, and she watched the leaving figure from the corner of her eye.

She gently caressed her restrained neck with her slender fingers, her tearful eyes remained calm.

There is no former affection, no trace of temperature.

The hand stroking the neck was slowly lowered, and the vermilion lips curled up in a self-deprecating arc, "It's really overestimating."

(End of this chapter)