Chapter 957： Paper man husband (1/2)

Li Moyuan clutched the wound on his right shoulder that was scratched by a sharp weapon, staggering forward in fear and pain, his heart was full of fear, and his breathing was rapid and heavy.

But even so, Li Moyuan didn't dare to stop his footsteps, and could only walk forward quickly, hoping that he could get out of this black mist quickly, or could meet Song Siyu again.

However, Li Moyuan had been walking for a long time, but he never saw Song Siyu's trace, and even whenever he called Song Siyu out loud, he would attack him from nowhere.

Due to the invisible relationship, Li Moyuan couldn't avoid those attacks at all, and could only let his injuries worsen. Later, Li Moyuan didn't dare to call Song Siyu's name again.

I don't know how long he walked, Li Moyuan suddenly heard a lot of overlapping laughter, which made his whole person's creeps suddenly rise.

”Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Li Moyuan exclaimed twice before being pushed abruptly by a force behind him.

In the next instant, Li Moyuan's eyes could suddenly see things around him. At the same time, there was a voice that Li Moyuan was most familiar with and greeted him anxiously: ”Master, master?”

Li Moyuan looked stupidly at the small courtyard in front of him—this is his courtyard, and the one who was looking at him with a look of concern in front of him was the young man who died in the hands of Song Siyu first!

”Bamboo, Zhusheng!!” Li Moyuan's voice was trembling.

Why is Zhusheng, who should be a dead person, here! ! He, where did he come! ! !

Just when Li Moyuan's eyes were full of fear, Zhu Sheng reluctantly added: ”Master, don't embarrass the little one anymore. If you fall asleep here, you will catch a cold when you turn your head. Madam, you can’t keep it!”

”Wh, what?” Li Moyuan was confused by Zhu Sheng's words.

sleep? Where did he fall asleep?

Li Moyuan turned his head vigorously again, only to realize that he was actually sitting on the side of the corridor where he liked to rest most in the past.

He does have a habit of resting here, but...could it be that the things that happened before are all his dreams? !

Li Moyuan's eyes flickered, and he asked Zhu Sheng with some uncertainty: ”How about my parents? How about Sulan? How about Song Siyu?”

Doubt flashed across Zhu Sheng's face: ”Isn't the young master just seeing the old man and his wife? As for the young grandma, she is resting in the house, but... who is Song Siyu? Master, don't you steal outside with the young grandma on your back. It's fishy.”

Young grandma? !

Li Moyuan was stunned again, but what followed was a chill from the bottom of my heart-Li Moyuan couldn't deceive him, and the others could be his dreams, but Sulan... never be himself Wife!

”Who are you!” Li Moyuan exclaimed, stood up and stepped back.

Zhu Sheng's expression suddenly added a touch of worry: ”Master, the younger one is Zhu Sheng, where are you going to hide?”