The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1745 Let him go back

A magnetic voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.

The chill that Feng Canglan had suppressed broke out in an instant, and the whole dormitory was like an ice cellar.

It was a bit colder than the cold wind outside.

An Ran's strange eyes turned from Feng Canglan to the closed palace door.

Just now... after her brother-in-law's voice, my sister was even more unhappy.

"Lan'er, three days are here."

"It's time for us to set off to find the last drop of blood."

No one in the room responded, and Zong Zhengyu's magnetic voice continued, "The Subduing Demon Pestle is only one step away from opening, Lan'er."

Hearing this, a smile suddenly appeared on Feng Canglan's ice-cold face.

Feng Anran, who was standing beside her, shivered subconsciously when she saw this scene.

"Sister, sister, brother-in-law is calling you outside."

As she said that, she was about to go outside to open the door, Feng Canglan's cold voice was as cold as ice, "I want to stay with you for a while longer."

"Let him go back."

"Okay!" Feng Anran smiled when she heard that she would stay for a while, walked to the door of the palace and opened it, and said to the people outside, "Sister said she would stay with me for a while."

"Brother-in-law, you should go back first."

She was about to close the door after speaking, but was stopped by a force.

Looking up, she saw Zong Zhengyu holding the door of the palace with one hand. She was about to speak, but she pushed the door open with such great force.

"Brother-in-law! You can't enter..."

It was too late to stop, Zong Zhengyu was already standing in front of Feng Canglan.

She silently swallowed back the words that came to her lips, looking at the deer eyes of the two figures who were sitting and standing, a trace of sadness and loneliness flashed through their eyes.

My sister and Zong Zhengyu are really a good match.

Although I feel that Zong Zhengyu is not good enough for my sister, but the two of them just stand there and give people a feeling that they are a natural match.

Withdrawing her gaze, Feng Anran turned and left, taking her to the palace door by the way.

Immediately, there were only two figures sitting and standing in the hall.

An invisible chill spread all around, filling the entire bedroom.

For the people beside her, Feng Canglan seemed to be invisible, sitting upright with her beautiful eyes closed.

"Lan'er, the three days you promised to accompany An Ran have already arrived, when will we leave?"

"I want to find the last drop of my heart's blood this morning, so that I can open the Demon Subduing Pestle as soon as possible."

"Peel off the Demon God's fate earlier."

Zong Zhengyu looked down at Feng Canglan, his phoenix eyes were gentle and affectionate, and his magnetic voice was also full of warmth.

Listening to him speak, one can easily be brought into the gentle whirlpool.

Feng Canglan didn't respond, his eyes were still closed, Zong Zhengyu wasn't annoyed, instead he looked down and squatted beside Feng Canglan and looked up.

"I understand that Lan'er wants to stay in Wu'an State to stay with An Ran for a few more days, but the most urgent thing now is to activate the Demon Subduing Pestle."

"Accompanying An Ran can wait until after the Demon Subduing Pestle is stripped off, but Lan'er can stay with An Ran as long as she wants."

His magnetic voice was soft, with a hint of discussion, asking for Feng Canglan's opinion.

"After all, the future is long."

In the dormitory, it was his own voice.

Feng Canglan sat motionless, her eyes closed as if she was asleep.

Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes were full of tenderness, and he stretched out his hand to hold Feng Canglan's hand on the table, "I want to get rid of the demon god's fate as soon as possible, and be with Lan'er for a long time."

Feng Canglan's crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyelids.

The eyes of the two met, Feng Canglan Qiushui's eyes were calm, without any waves.

The clear and beautiful eyes reflected the figure squatting on the ground.

Looking at each other for a long time, Feng Canglan's vermilion lips curved into a sneering sneer——

(End of this chapter)