The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 700 Zong Zhengyu!You really make me sick!

The originally transparent and empty body instantly materialized, and the teleportation array under his feet disappeared.

The sudden kiss made Feng Canglan stunned for a moment, and he regained consciousness in an instant, squeezed Yuchai's hand, clasped Yuchai's shoulder and pushed it away!

As soon as he touched his shoulder, he was caught by a hand and couldn't move. Feng Canglan struggled to no avail.

Kissing frenziedly without rules, even more chaotic breath.

Feng Canglan looked indifferently at the self-directed and acted person in front of him, pretending to be an affectionate person, Qiu Shui's eyes were full of disgust.

Zong Zhengyu, who was so devoted to the kiss, noticed from the corner of the corner of his eye the undisguised indifference and disgust in Feng Canglan's eyes, and there was a sudden pause, and the chaotic kiss slowed down.

Careful and flattering.

Feng Canglan bit down fiercely, and the smell of blood spread in the mouths of the two of them. Zong Zhengyu didn't let go of the hand that clasped the back of Feng Canglan's head even tighter.

Disgust and disgust rushed into my heart.

As long as I think of the man in front of me, I feel physically disgusted by the day-to-day disguise and deception for several years.

Concentrating her inner strength on the hand that was held, she charged up and pushed.

Zong Zhengyu was pushed and staggered to the ground, Feng Canglan also fell to the ground because he lost his support.

Zong Zhengyu, who was pushed away, quickly crawled towards Feng Canglan, reaching out to help him up, but was dodged before he touched him.

"vomit!"

"vomit--"

Feng Canglan turned his head and retched for a while, as long as he thought that the people next to his pillow were all pretending to be used all these years, the feeling of disgust and nausea would continue to flood his heart.

"Lan'er..."

"Lan'er, how are you?" His hoarse voice was trembling, and the hand that was stretched out to support him trembled even more.

Before touching it, Feng Canglan's sharp roar sounded, "Don't touch me!"

"Don't touch me!"

His throat was injured, and his roar was even worse.

Zong Zhengyu's eyes fell on the red-purple pinch marks on Feng Canglan's fair neck, and he subconsciously looked at the culprit.

The half-raised hand trembled violently, he mechanically turned his head, his hoarse magnetic voice was soft and cautious, "Lan'er, does it hurt, does it hurt..."

Stretching out the hand in the air, Feng Canglan retched again, "Don't touch me! Disgusting!"

Disgusting, the two words made Zong Zhengyu feel like being struck by thunder, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

"I didn't pretend just now, but now I'm acting it out again?"

She smiled sarcastically, and wiped her pale lips over and over again, the red lips became red and swollen.

"Why, what else can I use that you can use?"

"Excuse me, you are so condescending, continue to play with me here?" The cold voice was very hoarse, like a ten-year-old old man, like pulling a bellows, which was particularly unpleasant and harsh.

"Lan'er, I'm not..." Hearing Feng Canglan's voice, his heart was pierced.

The whole person was trembling, and the tip of Ruifeng's long and narrow eyes was even redder.

"Not what!?"

"Didn't you lie to me? Didn't you play me? Didn't you use me?"

"Zong Zhengyu!" She paused every word, her voice as cold as ice, "You really make me sick!"

"Lan'er, I didn't..."

"I really haven't, you believe me..." Zong Zhengyu explained again and again in a hoarse voice with red eyes, as if he couldn't feel the pain from the jade hairpin pierced on his back.

The other side responded, he grabbed Feng Canglan's wrist, and dodged away as if avoiding the plague god when he touched Feng Canglan, "Don't touch me!"

"Do not touch me--"

The roar broke through, and Zong Zhengyu slowly let go of his wrist, and tremblingly withdrew his hand.

"Lan'er..."

As soon as his hoarse voice sounded, Feng Canglan tremblingly said in a voice as cold as frost, "Zong Zhengyu, there is nothing in me that you can use."

"Can you let me go?"

"I beg you to let me go, okay?"

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