The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1627 The time is coming, you... just take a second look
"Ah."

Zong Zhengyu responded, holding Feng Canglan's hand with one hand, "It will get better after tomorrow."

"must."

The time for the three-day burial has come, and even if the various ethnic groups do not want to come, they have sent some of them as representatives.

All ethnic groups came one after another, and it was the first time in Wu'an State that there were so many people after the war.

It's just that there is a sad atmosphere shrouded in the entire Noshore State.

Everyone's face was dignified, but it was not because of sacrifice, but because of fear.

Fear of Feng Canglan.

"Liu Cang."

Feng Canglan stood beside the coffin and called softly, "It's almost time, you... just take a second look."

Remember, keep in mind.

It will never be seen again.

Liu Cang has lost a lot of weight during this time, and his originally cold and snowy demeanor has added a bit of melancholy.

Looking at Feng Anran lying in the coffin, his expression was very ugly.

Feng Canglan glanced at the management, her nose soured to hold back tears.

An Ran likes to eat, to be pretty, and to be lively.

For the burial today, she specially changed into her favorite pink dress, and summoned people from the three realms to see her off.

There are also a lot of edibles.

Unfortunately, An Ran can no longer eat it.

"I'll go out and have a look, you...as soon as possible." Feng Canglan wailed, then turned and left.

The people from all ethnic groups all had solemn faces, and they didn't even address each other, although there were so many people, they were surprisingly quiet.

The mourners lined up one after another, forming a long queue.

The people of the Fu clan maintain order and can respond in time even if emergencies occur.

"I am sorry for your loss."

"Condolences."

People passing by only said this at most, and Feng Canglan nodded in response.

The two sides did not talk about other things, nor did they know each other well.

This condolence and memorial service is just a cutscene process.

The ancient god Fuxi stood side by side with Feng Anran, and after paying homage to Fuxi, he mourned Feng Anran.

The whole process was orderly and orderly, and no one felt troubled.

"Lan Lan."

A gloomy and soft voice sounded, and Feng Canglan raised his eyes.

Other people around also looked at it one after another, as did Zong Zhengyu, who was not far away.

Seeing that it was Jun Shiyu, her phoenix eyes were dimmed.

All the tribes whispered timidly, "The Demon Lord of the Demon Race has come to express his condolences."

"The demons have always been at odds with all walks of life."

"Have you forgotten the relationship between the Demon Lord and Feng Canglan?"

It was only at this moment that everyone remembered that the Demon Lord of the Demon Race was once the Emperor of Heaven.

Because of the failure of the blood sacrifice to revive the common people, Feng Canglan fell into the devil.

The story of the three people following Feng Canglan Zong Zhengyu has spread widely, and it has only subsided in the past two years.

Immediately, the eyes of all races looking at the two became ambiguous.

The demon god Zong Zhengyu has been killed by Feng Canglan himself.

Then this Demon Lord, who has admired Feng Canglan for a long time and fell into the devil because of Feng Canglan, has a chance.

"En." Feng Canglan responded, "Please."

Jun Shiyu paid homage to Fuxi and mourned Feng Anran like the others, and returned to Feng Canglan after walking, "Lan Lan, mourning."

"It's okay." Feng Canglan's voice was flat and undulating.

He said he was fine, but his face was not bright, and his eyes were dull.

Like all the stars falling in the night.

Jun Shiyu felt a pain in his heart, and subconsciously raised his hand to pat him down.

Before touching his wrist, he was blocked by the other hand. Zong Zhengyu held Jun Shiyu's hand and pressed it down, "Since the demon king has finished offering sacrifices, stay by the side and don't block the people behind."

Zongzheng Yusen spoke coldly, with a bad tone.

All the tribes around secretly looked at it with gossip in their eyes, and saw an ordinary-looking man lying among them.

In the crowd, a pair of eyes were fixed on this scene...

(End of this chapter)