The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1881 Don't wait for Father God to run out of patience
This is Feng Canglan's last greed.

Knowing that you don't remember, knowing that you saw it, it doesn't mean anything.

But, you can see it.

Even if it's just a glance.

This trip is not in vain, and the mountains and jacarandas are not in vain.

The night wind passed through Zong Zhengyu's silver-white fever, caressing his face.

The harsh cold wind was especially gentle on him.

After a long time, Zong Zhengyu's pupils covered with bloodshot eyes moved slightly, and the tear stains on his raised face were obvious, and he was a bit dazed.

It's like waking up from sleep and having a dream.

However, I can't remember the content of the dream.

There is a kind of sense of loss.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the boundless night for a long time.

Galaxy Continent, Master's Mansion
A white figure stood in the empty courtyard, staring blankly at the empty place.

The wind brushed his hair.

Yunya approached slowly, her snow-white fingers caressing the ground.

Here, there used to be a towering tree.

But, just now.

He saw it with his own eyes and disappeared.

Just watched helplessly, little by little turned into smoke and dissipated.

Can't do anything, can't meddle, can't meddle.

His snow-white fingers stroked the soil over and over again, and as the number of times increased, his fingers trembled more and more.

The usually indifferent peach blossom eyes shone with an unknown meaning, and the lavender pupils seemed to have water waves flowing, and the whole person was enveloped in a sense of sadness.

Suddenly, his caressing fingertips stopped, and he pressed his chest with one hand, as if he was in such pain that he couldn't breathe.

"Aya..."

Qinglie's voice was hoarse and trembling, as if she was in pain, "Why are you...so stupid."

"She is really stupid."

A thick voice sounded from his mind, with disdain and contempt, "Sacrifice yourself to help others."

"It can be solved by killing Zong Zhengyu."

"It caused so much trouble."

"Even if everyone in the Three Realms knows that she is the one who was resurrected from the blood sacrifice?"

"She is heaven, who can bear her?"

There were bursts of voices in his ears, and Yunya let go of the hand covering his chest, suppressing his emotions.

"Now Feng Canglan self-destructs and collapses."

"You don't have anything to miss, do you?"

The thick voice was cold and cold, as if he was full of what Yunya had done.

"It took so long for such a small matter to cross the tribulation."

"My son."

In Yunya's mind, those huge eyes slowly opened in the darkness, "Don't wait for Father God to run out of patience."

"Slay Zong Zhengyu and return as soon as possible."

The thick voice is full of orders, and no resistance is allowed.

Leaving this sentence, the voice will completely disappear.

Yun Ya's silver-white eyelashes fluttered slightly, without any expression.

The cold winter night was quiet, and from time to time a gust of cold wind whizzed by, causing pain on the face from the shave.

But it does not hinder people's joy for the coming of the New Year.

Nebula Imperial City
Pedestrians on the street are dressed in fluffy and thick clothes, happily celebrating the new year.

In the cold windy night, colorful lanterns illuminated the motionless cyan figure on the street.

He looked up at the night sky and stared at the night without blinking.

The night passed amid the excitement and congratulations.

The sky turned fish-belly white, and a glimmer of light pierced through the clouds.

Jiaojiao timid, shy.

At dawn, the sun rises.

The New Year's sun crossed the horizon, and the sun poured down, shining warmly on people.

Under the sunlight, Zong Zhengyu stared at the rising sun and slowly closed his eyes.

Somebody has the sun shining on them.

The cold winter sun brings a comfortable warmth, like a lover's hand caressing his face.

Bathed in the warm sunshine, Zong Zhengyu's eyebrows and eyes were wide open, and a smile appeared on his face...

(End of this chapter)